French Vanilla

I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes, blocking the glaring sun from my eyes. It was a beautiful sixty-five degrees in Sheffield, England. Grabbing my two duffels bags, I slung them over my shoulder and plucked my phone out of my pocket. I dialed the phone and placed it two my ears. Ring. Ring. Ri-

"'Ello? Skylah?"

"Why hello there, Tom-Tom."

"What's up?"

"Nothing too much, really. Just standing outside the airport terminal of Sheffield, England. You know, the usual," I smiled, trying to play it nonchalant.

"YEH'RE 'ERE?" He asked, screaming into my ear, causing it to sound like ‘YEHER?’

I muffled a laugh. "Yup."

"Realleh?"

"Yup. Landed 'bout five minutes ago."

"Yeh juss left yeh place, juss like tha'?" He asked, still obviously astonished.

"Packed everything I could into two duffel bags and flew to England with no place to stay in hopes to find a little English boy to take me in off the streets."

"Oh realleh?" He mused, "well I'm sure someone will pick yeh up off the streets. Yeh propa pretteh enough. Someone will fink yeh a 'ookah and pick yeh arse up."

I laughed a bit, "oh damn, there comes some cute little English boy now. I better be go-"

"Don't even fink about it, yeh stupid arse. I'll be there in twenty minutes teh pick yeh up."

"See you soon, Tommy-boy." I smiled and clicked end on my phone.

He came quicker than he said he would, which lead me to think that he must have been doing at least double the speed limit, which is something I can admire in a guy: a dare devil.

"Ahh, my little Englishmen."

He grinned, and walked up to me. "My little batman lady made it all the way from across the ocean."

"Oh, Tom," I smiled, my urge to hug him overflowing. I snaked my arms around his waist and buried my head into his chest. "Your little batman lady is quite tired from the jetlag."

He chuckled, and stroked my hair. "Batman lady could nap at my house." I looked up at him. Tom was certainly a looker if you know what I mean. He was handsome, devilishly handsome actually. I felt like I had a dirty little secret being able to hug him like I was.

"Naptime now."

He laughed and lifted both duffel bags off my shoulders and slinging them over his own. "Naptime soon. Car now."

I trudged behind him and got into his car. He was right. It was a sports car, way faster than the rent-a-car we ruined with mud back in the states. "Nice ride," I mused, slipping into the passenger seat.

"I like teh go fast."

And that he did. I thought I sped, but no, oh no, this boy's speeding put me to shame. A good driver would have taken thirty-five minutes to get to the airport, I would have taken twenty-five. He took fifteen. "Going fast is an understatement," I muttered, getting out of the car.

I turned to see Tom already throwing both bags of mine over his shoulder. "I 'ave teh warn yeh 'bout somfin."

"What?" I asked, sleepily. Jetlag sucks.

"Meh mom and dad will probableh rape yeh wiff kindness. Be prepared."

“Sounds terrifying,” I chuckled a little at his warning, thinking it as completely sarcastic. That all quickly changed as soon as I took one step inside of the Sykes' household.

A woman's arms quickly wrapped around my waist. "Oh meh god! Yeh muss' be Skylah! Tom 'as told us so much about yeh! He sureleh surprised us this mornin' when 'e said yeh were comin' teh stay!"

I smiled meekly, slightly taken back by her enthusiasm. "Yeah, I just decided to come on a whim. It wasn't really planned or anything. Sorry for intruding."

"Oh no! Yeh not intrudin' at all!" She gushed. "I'm Carol by the way."

"'Ello, I'm Ian," a tall, husky guy spoke from the kitchen doorway.

"Hi Carol, hi Ian, I'm Skylar."

"We know," the guy chuckled and reaching his arm out. My small hand gripped his and I shook it. "Thomas nevah realleh brings any friends or girls ovah, so we were realleh happy teh 'ear 'e thought well enough of yeh teh bring yeh around us teh stay a while."

"Yeh juss as pretteh as 'e said yeh were," Carol spoke causing myself to blush. I looked over at Tom who just shrugged. "And yeh much more mannered than the slags 'is brothah brings 'ome. I like yeh a lot alreadeh."

"Alrigh' well I'm glad yeh both like 'er, but I'm sure she's tired as 'ell." I nodded and both the parents smiled.

"Alrigh' deary. If yeh need anyfin o' if Thomas gets on yeh nerves, feel free teh talk teh us."

I laughed and nodded. "Will do."

"Let's go," Tom said. I followed him up a set of stairs and to the third door on the left. "This is my room. Yeh can stay in 'ere."

I smiled and walked in. His room was one of those asymmetrical rooms with different angled ceilings. There were band posters everywhere, lots of photography pictures, a couch futon thingy, a bed, a tv with a few different gaming systems, and a giant pile of what I assumed to be dirty laundry.

He blushed a bit when he saw I was staring at the pile. "Sorreh about the mess. I juss frew everyfin into a pile when I 'eard yeh were comin'."

"It's lovely, Tommy."

He placed the bags on the side of the bed and plopped himself onto the couch. "Yeh can nap if yeh want. I'm juss gunna play some games. I'll mute the volume so it doesn't interrupt yeh sleepin'."

"Thanks, for everything Tom. I'll try not to be in your hair too much."

He smiled, "yeh not in anyone's 'air, no' yet at least."

I laughed and laid down, quickly falling into a much needed sleep.