“Nothing,” I mumbled looking down at the bread and tearing apart a couple of pieces.
“Is there something on my face?” He asked.
“No,” I said color now rising to cheeks. I moved my long hair to cover my face so hopefully he wouldn’t see the blush creeping up to cover my cheeks.
We laid everything out and ate and laughed and talked and even finished the project.
I threw away the trash from our meal and cleaned out Isaac’s containers and gave them back to him. He already had all the project mess cleaned up and the board rolled up under his arm.
“Here you go,” I said handing him the bag with the dishes in it. I went to the door to open it for Isaac. He paused just outside the door and turned to look at me.
“Hey, you wouldn’t by any chance want to come watch my band practice,” He said; his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought with your mum and what’s his name, your boyfriend, away you might want to hang out.” He added hastily at the hesitant look on my face. I held my hands up signaling for him to wait while I thought.
I figured it would be a lot more fun chilling with Isaac and his band than staying here and jumping at the slightest noise just because it might be some crazy vampire coming to kill me. I nodded. “Yeah I’ll come,” I said
to him. A smile broke out over his face like the sun breaking over the horizon.
“One second,” I said holding up a finger.
“Okay,” he said turning to his car, a red smart car, to put away the stuff in his hands. I ran back to my room and grabbed my purse, which I put my book in, and my car keys.
I walked outside, closing the door behind me. Isaac was standing in front of his smart car. I bent down pulled out my necklace with the weird antique key on it and locked the door. Although a locked door wouldn’t stop a vampire from getting in I still made me feel better. I tucked it back into my shirt.
“That’s one way not to lose a house key,” said Isaac.
“Yeah,” I said with a blush.
I looked in his small car and saw a guitar case sitting in the passenger seat.
“I’ll follow you,” I said pointing to the BMW with my car keys. Isaac whistled.
“That’s your car?” He asked in obvious astonishment. I blushed an even deeper red.
“Yep,” I said rocking back on my heels.
“Gee, my mom drives a Peugeot; yours must drive a Bentley as nice as your car is.”
I laughed. “No, she drives a Range Rover.”
“Like I said nice cars.”
I got in my car and Isaac in his.
I started the engine and heard the pleasant hum it made. Like a purring cat. I breathed in the new car smell. Isaac began backing out and I did too.
I followed him for about fifteen minutes, when he pulled into a cobblestone driveway at a large house. I parked in the small space allotted on the street while Isaac parked in the driveway. He was leaning against the smart car with his guitar bag over his shoulder. I jumped out of the car locking it behind me with a pleasant beep. I dropped the car keys in my purse.
“This is my band mate and best friend Tyson’s house. This is the place we practice. His parents are never home and the walls are thick in his house. So, we all come here.”
“Will they be okay with me being here?” I asked nervously.
“Oh, yeah. My twin sister comes here every time we practice. So, you’ll have someone to talk to.”
“Does your band have a name?” He chuckled.
“No, we can’t agree on a single one.”
“Maybe I can help,” I said automatically without thinking. He smiled.