C4 4

Saturday evening, 31st May

Kavinsky sat on the sofa in the sitting room while his Mom cooked in the kitchen.

A knock sounded on the door and he got up to check who was at the door. He opened the door and greeted me calmly.

"Welcome, Dad", he said as Mr. Mark walked in nodding his head at his son. Kavinsky shut the door behind them and took his seat back on the sofa, picking up his phone and continuing to play his game

Mrs. Mark came out of the kitchen and greeted her husband

"How was work?", she asked collecting his briefcase

"It was fine but stressful", he replied with a smile

"Sorry", she answered and he nodded.

"Dinner is ready!", she said out loud so Kavinsky would hear as well.

"I will go and shower first", Mr. Mark said ascending the stairs

"Mmm", she replied to no one in particular

Mrs. Mark dished everyone's food and soon Kavinsky's Dad arrived in a white shirt and black trousers.

"Honey, food is ready!", Mrs. Mark called out of Kavinsky.

"Am almost done with this game", he said facing his phone.

Mr. and Mrs. Mark ate their food as they gist about unknown things.

"I lose again!", Kavinsky shouted and they faced him before turning back to their food.

"Should I teach you how to play?", Mr. Mark asked facing him back

Kavinsky laughed continuously at his statement. He looked up only to meet the sharp gazing eyes of his parents.

"I don't seem to understand what's funny", his Mom murmured, sipping her water slowly.

"He said he wants to teach me how to play", Kavinsky repeated, pulling his black chair. He took his seat across from his mother.

"What's wrong with that?", Mr. Mark asked with surprise laced in his tone.

"It's a technological and an advanced game, not the outdated ones, Dad", Kavinsky tried to explain without sounding rude but he ended up smirking at the end.

"So?", his father asked.

"Don't worry about it Dad", Kavinsky replied quietly.

"You think I won't know how to play?", his father asked with a scoff

"Of course, you know how to play it. I am sure you know how to play it. You've played it a lot of times before!", he replied sarcastically, digging his sandwich into his mouth.

Mrs. Mark smiled a bit, understanding her son's naughty behavior.

"Naughty kid", Mr. Mark said, knocking Kavinsky on the head and they all laughed.

The laugh died down a little moment after.

"I hope you did not forget an injection in someone else's stomach", Kavinsky said playfully

"Nope, your dad is trained and educated", Mr. Mark said praising himself.

"I should probably just open a boutique as well", Kavinsky's Mom said, feeling all jealous that her husband always has something to say about his place of work.

"Anytime you are ready, sweetheart", Kavinsky's Dad replied, giving her a peck on the back of her hand.

She smiled and Kavinsky looked up at them.

"My birthday is coming soon, you guys mustn't forget that", he said, rolling his eyes at their love actions.

"Trust me, honey', Kavinsky's mom replied holding his hand.

"Trust us both, son", Kavinsky's Dad corrected.

"Okay", Kavinsky replied and continued to eat his meal.

They finished eating and Kavinsky stood up from his seat.

"Good night", he greeted.

"You are sleeping early today?", his mom asked in surprise.

"No, I have things to do upstairs and I might not come back downstairs any longer today", he explained.

"I am exhausted as well", Mr. Mark admitted stretching his arms widely to exercise them.

Kavinsky walked up the stairs and locked his bedroom door behind him. He walked to his study desk and turned on his laptop. He logged in on the internet and began his research.

Hours passed and he could not get a satisfying answer on his school old project.

"Damn!", he shouted in frustration and hit his laptop button.

The cool night breeze blew in through his window and he stood up to close the window.

He pulled the window blinds nonchalantly. His eyes caught the image of the lady who had hit him in the face with the door earlier before the blinds closed completely.

He remained there for a while, staring at the window blinds before opening them back slowly.

She was there, looking out of her window, at the sky.

He looked at her face and a smile crept onto his face. She looks so beautiful.

"When did he start to smile at some random girl's face?", he thought slapping himself on the cheeks before looking back out.

She focused on the blue cloudy sky like it were the only thing in the world. He looked closer at her face and even he could see the pain in her brown eyes.

He continued to look at her until he shook in fear and stuck his head and moved his body back in when she

"Arghh!", screamed at the top of her voice

"What's wrong with her?", he thought before looking back out in curiosity.

His blue eyes met her brown ones and they remained for a little while before she reluctantly closed her window shut. He blinked after he had restrained himself from blinking for only goodness knows how long.

"That girl sure is something", he said out loud before walking to his bed.

He crashed on it and sighed

"She is an attractive witch", he thought.

"But she is cute as well", he added and smiled foolishly

*****

The next morning,

Kavinsky got up from his bed and walked to the bathroom, yawning continuously. He had a brief shower and brushed his teeth.

"Throw the trash bag in the trash can outside", his mom said to him immediately after he got downstairs.

She walked up the stairs after she said that and Kavinsky watched her as she walked away

"Yeah, happy new month to you too", he said to no one and walked to the kitchen slowly.

He carried the trash bag from the kitchen and walked out to the lawn.

He threw the tror bag in the dark green trash can outside the lawn, beside the road, and walked in back.

He walked back to his room and packed his dirty clothes, scratched that, almost all his clothes into the laundry basket, and exited the room.

"You did not go to the dry cleaning yesterday?", his mom asked as he got out of his room. She jumped out of her room as well.

He raised the laundry up to show that, obviously, he did He walked down the stairs with a sigh.

"Stupid stairs', he thought.

"Happy new month, son", he heard his mom say from behind him

He ignored her and thought.

"Payback time"

He walked out of the house with his huge pile of dirty clothes in the laundry basket and waited for a cab.

***

"Where are you heading to?", Kaylee's dad asked as she walked to the door.

"I need fresh air", she replied coldly opening the door.

She wore a blue woven c and back leather pants. It was like she knew it would be that cozy outside.

Kavinsky l his side and saw her sit down on the stairs of her house. She took out a pencil and started to use it on the book she held.

"Probably designs? Craft? Drawings?", he asked himself, trying to figure out what she might be doing. A cab stopped in front of him and he got in quickly.

"Dry cleaning company", he said to the cab driver

The car started moving and he looked at her innocent face as his car drove past her.

"She looks so-- innocent", he thought.

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