"Where is everyone?" I ask noticing the lack of people in the house.
"Moms in bed. Roy and Jake are with their mates and Molly is in bed still." My dad informs me.
"Ahh. I might head to the Nixon's for the day." I inform him.
"Ok honey. Hey uh, I noticed you and Seth have been getting a lot closer lately." My dad comments.
"Yeah, uh he understands stuff," I say vaguely. My dad nods in understanding.
"I noticed he's got colder towards your mother. And we talked a little, about therapy and stuff aswell. I'll pay." My dad says pulling me in for a little hug.
"Yeah, thanks dad." I say, hugging him back. "It means a lot." I reply giving him a soft smile.
"No worries munch. He's a good boy you know." My dad says gently.
"I know," I say with a small smile, before wandering over to the couch while my dad made his snack.
SETH
You guys aren't coming for dinner.
Disappointing. Also, I got an answer from my therapist after you left on Friday.
She said you've got a slot right before mine on Wednesday after the game @ 8:30.
Ok, cool that works well. Thank you so much.
I put my phone into my pocket and hop up from the couch.
"Heading to Bea's now," I say, waving to my dad before heading towards the front door.
"See you later munch." My dad replies.
"See ya," I say right before the door closes behind me. I make my way towards the Nixon's house.
I step inside The Nixon's house. The smell of omelettes hit my nose.
"Man something smells delicious," I call out as I pull my shoes off.
"Courtesy of Gordon Ramsay." I hear Seth's voice reply.
As I walk into the kitchen I see Seth standing shirtless in front of the pan. Grey sweatpants hung low on his waist. And does he look like a snack.
It is majorly hot watching a shirtless guy cook. I must say, speaking from experience.
He might be gorgeous but I knew nothing would ever happen.
"Admiring me are you?" Seth says with a cocky grin.
"Nope just wondering how such a cocky person can make such delicious food," I say rolling my eyes.
"Ouch. It's the Gordon Ramsay in me what can I say." He replies holding a hand over his heart and staggering backwards.
"Oh yes, I'm sure. Where are your parents?" I ask him looking around.
"At mom's shop. They're rearranging stuff." Seth says with a shrug.
"Ahh. Is Bea upstairs?" I ask him.
YOU ARE READING
The Light You Give
Teen FictionI place my hand on his leg to calm down his agitated tapping, he flicks me a knowing smile. "Stealing my moves Lace?" Seth asks flicking me an award winning smile. That fucking smile. "I own your moves Nixon." I reply. I go to pull my hand away but...
