Chapter 2 • Autumn Road

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Chapter 2 // Autumn Road

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." - Casablanca

Jordan

After taking all morning unpacking boxes and setting up all the furniture with Mom, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring throughout the house.

"J.J., can you get that?" My mom asked calling me by the nickname she gave me.

"Sure," I replied. I shuffled down the staircase towards the door. I opened the door to see a woman about my mom's age and a girl about my age holding a plate of colorfully decorated cookies. The girl looked at me with her sparkling hazel eyes. I was surprised to see she was wearing some of my mom's designs.

"Hello," I said to the girl and the lady who I was guessing was her mother.

"Hi, I'm Suzanne and this is my daughter Lola. We're next door over to your left," she said with a smile bigger than the Cheshire cat from Alice's adventure in Wonderland.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Jordan. Come on in," I said stepping back letting them inside.

"I love your house it's so much bigger than ours. It's beautiful and just...really big." She said looking around with her mouth slightly open.

"Yeah, I know. I'm still trying to take it all in." I said looking at her with a small chuckle.

"So Jordan, you don't happen to be living here alone do you?" She said with yet another massive smile on her face.

"Oh gosh, of course not, I live here with my mom. Let me go get her," I said politely."You can have a seat in the living room. Make yourself at home." 

It took me a while to find her. I had no clue where she was. It felt as if I was looking for a needle in a haystack the size of a stinking bulldozer. I finally found her in the basement and my jaw completely dropped. There was a mini arcade with a three-lane bowling alley and about 7 different games.

Well, at least I can't say I'm bored.

I walked further into the wide room and opened a black door with a handle covered in gold sparkles. Opening the door, my eyes were immediately drawn to the giant screen that took up the entire back wall. Facing the screen were multiple red-pleather lounge chairs. On the other side of the room was another door and next to the door was a window. I see my mom through the glass and saw her setting up what looked like a popcorn machine. I walked through a set of the theater couches and made my way into the room my mom was in. She quickly turned around with ninja like moves as is I was an old man ready to take her away to my abandoned house.

"Oh, it's just you," she said with relief, "crazy right?" she said referring to the basement.

"Uh-huh." I said completely speechless with my mouth gaping wide open.

"So what's up?" she said as if she was just another one of my friends.

That's what I like about my mom. We're so close and I could honestly tell her anything. She's like my best friend, especially since I only had a few friends back in Chi-town. Considering most of the girls were stuck up and snobby or just plain freaks. The guys were either rude or perverted, so that narrowed me down to schoolwork and dancing. I don't really like talking about the past although I think about it all the time.

"The next door neighbors are here." I said carelessly.

She was holding a bunch of pamphlets; she must have seen me looking at them.

"They're maps of the house - need one?" she asked holding them out.

"Of course I do thanks."

She gave me one and we went upstairs.

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"Sorry it took so long to get her. I got kind of lost." I said thinking of my never ending search for my mother.

"I told you mom!" she said shaking her head staring off into space as if she knew she was right all along.

"Lola..." her mother trailed off - her Latin accent in a warning tone.

"Okay! So I'm guessing your Lola." My mom said laughing; shaking Lola's petite hand. "And you might be?"

"Suzanne." She said before shaking my mother's hand. "Here we baked you some homemade cookies." She said while Lola handed my mom the bright yellow tray, decorated with bright cookies of all kinds.

"Oh thank you, how thoughtful. I'm Carol by the way." My mom said with a smile; holding the tray in her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Carol." A warm smile spread across her face. Surprisingly not as big as her usual smile. I just noticed how white and perfect her teeth are.

"It's nice to meet you too! So do you bake often?" My mom said starting conversation, leaving me and Lola standing there in awkward silence.

"Yes, I actually have my own bakery on Autumn Road." Suzanne said excitingly.

"Oh, that's great." My mom replied.

I eventually got tired of the conversation that seemed to not ending any time soon. I thought it was time for Lola and me to leave considering how quickly our Moms clicked.

"Uh, Mom, Lola and I are going to look around the house." I said looking from Mom to Lola back at the map and up at Lola again this time with a warm smile; noticing our eyes connecting as I said her name.

"Okay. Have fun girls." She said brushing my words off.

After I gave Lola a tour of the house we went into my room.

"Wow. Your room is really big. It's pretty, I like it." She said looking around with a small smile. She walked over to my scoop lounging chairs that hung from the ceiling and sat in one.

My room was pretty big considering it was attached to my dance studio, but that was only when I had the wall that separated it open - which it was now. My room was very simple; all my walls were white with black decor on them. My bed was king size and had drawers attached underneath. I was surprised to find that one of the drawers was a mini fridge which explained why my bed was plugged into the wall. My bed sheets were all white but I have a turquoise blanket, from my mom's studio, that's folded in half and spread on the covers. I had three white pillows and coral pink, turquoise, black and white throw pillows tossed all around. Surrounding the bed were pixie lights, because I don't like when lamps get dusty after a while. Above my bed is a bunk bed that is attached into the wall that has a little coral pink rope ladder that's posted into the walls to get to it. I haven't come to decorate that just yet. My nightstand and dressers were white with crystal doorknobs. The walk-in closet has a railing attached in the wall that you must pull out in order to get the clothes, but was currently empty. My bathroom was also empty; it had a jet shower, bathtub, and hot tub all in one. The shower head could come off which became a great microphone when jamming to the built in radios on the wall which blasted throughout the room and dance studio. I had light brown wooden floors and white and turquoise rugs on top of them. I had turquoise curtains which had balcony doors behind it that showed a perfect view of a blossom tree. Outside, on the small balcony, there's a reclining chair that's covered in a white rug. Next to the chair is a white wooden table that has candles, magazines, and mason jars with flowers.

If you opened the bare wall and folded it back there would be what looks like a ballet room. The only difference is that one wall was made of glass; the other walls had silhouettes of hip hop, jazz, ballet, and ballroom dancers in black on a turquoise wall with white and black paint splatters. And the other wall was bare with one door, with a small window in it, that led to the hall way. On the silhouette wall was a ballerina bar. On the bare wall there was also a built in radio and speakers and a control panel. The control panel was for lights, sound effects, and special music effects. On the ceiling, there was a butt-load of different lights. Some were neon, strobe lights, black light, flashing lights, and of course regular lights. You can control how they work with the panel and even have them flash to the beat.

"So do you know what school you'll be going to?" She said obviously showing sarcasm. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled my legs up to my chest, hugging them.

"Actually I'm being home schooled." I lied.

"You're kidding right!?" She exclaimed clearly shocked.

"No! I could never do that. I would get sick of being home all the time. Especially since my mom is always working so there's no one really around."

"Oh, good you scared me there for a minute. So, what does your mom do?"

"She's a fashion designer."

I swear, at that moment Lola's eyes literally popped out of her skull.

"Hold-up, Hold-up, Hold-up wait, so you're telling me that your mom is the Carol Love!?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I said not seeing the big deal. I've always thought of my mom as Mom not the Carol Love.

Then Lola began to cough breaking me of my thoughts. What was she coughing on? Only God knows. All I know is that she was coughing so hard a lung could have popped up. I was shocked then remembered my black mini-fridge. I quickly leaned over to the side of the bed, grabbing a mini water bottle and giving it to her. She chugged the whole water bottle and started taking deep breaths.

"I LOVE YOUR MOM!" she exclaimed.

It's official. My first day in Atlanta and the first person I meet is completely insane.

"Okay, let's calm down now." I said feeling a bit freaked-out.

She continued, ignoring my comment "If you went into my closet the only name brands you would find are Carol Love, Converse, and Vans!"

My mom's voice came out from the speaker on the wall that was in every room in this gigantic house."Girls, is everything okay up there!?"

"Yes!" Lola and I said in sync.

There was a pause as we looked at each other. Then we both began to laugh holding our sides. Then we both ended with a sigh. A silent pause filled the room as we stared at each other then laughed again.

Yes, just like in a clichéd movies.

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For the rest of the day Lola and I watched movies, played games in the arcade, and whined about school tomorrow.

"Bye Lola!" I waved as Mom and I escorted her and her mother out the door.

"Bye, I'll see you tomorrow." Lola said over her shoulder waving back.

I turned around to hug my mom and kiss her goodnight.

"Goodnight J.J" She said hugging me back.

I took a shower, packed my books for school tomorrow, said my prayers, and went to sleep. It took awhile before I could go to sleep scared for the big day coming. All I could do was hope for the best, but expect the worst.

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I apologize for making them have crazy big houses. I know her getting lost in her house is a bit unrealistic, but I wrote this story when I was 10 I've just added more to it and did A LOT of reediting. The characters coming from a very well financed family builds their future and how it plays out... I don't know if that makes any sense but if you keep reading you'll understand. Her getting "lost" in her house was somewhat of a metaphor. I want to see if y'all can figure it out what it is as we get deeper into the story!

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