Matthew pulled to the front of Kate’s home – the girlfriend in waiting. He could feel his bicycle rumble to a halt at curbside and put a foot down to stabilize both his and Joss’s weight. The man whistled, running hardened hands through his wavy, light brown hair. “This is ridiculous; your girl lives here?”
The home sat upon a sprawling green hill. It was colonial in style, with the first floor covered in brick facade and the floors above it in white siding. Gorgeous white six-panel windows, framed by blue shudders, allowed a view into the cream-colored interior along with two individuals sitting in the living room – talking and laughing. Matt’s hazel eyes moved towards the entrance way. A white portico was supported by two thick iconic columns, housing a red craftsman door with a brassy knocker.
Every detail appealed to Matt, and he half-smiled in a wistful manner as he leaned back upon his bike and folded his arms over his chest. “It’s really fucking pretty, like… something kind of out of a movie, you know, Skyscraper? Was this shit in Mad Men?”
What Matt didn’t say, and what he hoped had been guarded by his silly demeanor, was that this was the sort of home he always wanted to grow up in. When he was just a kid, Matt would walk home with his older siblings from school and pause in a thoughtful way before a house like Kate’s. He would dream up a whole different life in a whole different time and for a moment he would not have to imagine the war zone of a household he grew up in.
“So you good? You all set, then?” Matt asked, his head tilting slightly as he rubbed at one of his shoulder blades.