"I refuse to believe such nonsense," babbled Garrett's mother over the phone as Garrett cooked his dinner. "This girl sounds like she's meant for you, sweetie."

"Mom," Garrett replied shortly, stirring the contents in the pot which was noodles, "please don't go badgering me about going out with anyone right now, please. I just got here."

"Are you able to tell me that you have no feeling what so ever towards this girl?" she challenged slyly. Garrett could almost hear her smirk over the phone, and he had the urge to let out a loud sigh. Garrett thought for a moment of her words, still stirring nonchalantly with one hand. His thoughts indeed wandered to the girl he had just been with not so long ago. Though it was only some hours, it felt like breathtakingly painful days since he last saw her. He hadn't even gotten her number.

"Garrett?" 

Garrett snapped out of his thoughts, nearly dropping his phone in the boiling water. However, he managed to drop the spoon in the pot which caused an uproar of boiling hot water to splash across his hands. "Shit!"

"Well, that's no way to talk to your mother," she said, sounding motherly once more as she spoke. She huffed. "Didn't have to use language. I swear, you're just like your Uncle."

"No, mom," Garrett cut her off, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder. He rushed to the sink and turned the faucet on before plunging his hand under the freezing water. A burning pain shot through his hand for a few agonizing moments before it eased, making him sigh in relief. "Sorry. I burned my hand."

"Burned your hand?" his mother repeated, sounding worried now. Garrett honestly thinks his mother is somewhat bipolar. She went from teenage fangirling, to stern and strict teacher, to worried and concerned mother in the matter of two minutes. It scared Garrett sometimes.

As Garrett removed his hand, he didn't answer his mother right away, he thought of Fiona again. He couldn't yet understand his interest towards her. Her crystal blue eyes, boring into him like ice picks and the tinge of stormy gray that swirled in the depths of those orbs. His stomach flipped slightly, taking him completely by surprise. Was he supposed to feel like this? Was it wrong?

"Garrett!" For the second time that day, Garrett was forced out of his thoughts and back into reality. His mother had sharply called out his name into the phone.

"S-sorry," he muttered in reply, grabbing a paper towel and drying his hand off. It stung when he wiped the fabric across it, and he sharply pulled the paper towel away from his stinging hand. It was red, bright red, and very irritated looking. He muttered something under his breath that shouldn't have been said in front of his mother. 

"What's wrong with your hand?" she demanded.

"I just burned it on the pot, Mom, it's fine," Garrett told her, trying to reassure her. His mother tended to get worried to the point of no return on small things such as this one ever since Lauren's accident a few months ago. Garrett and his other siblings tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, but his mother was a stubborn woman. She refused to listen and has become ten times more smothering since then. It took a deep toll on his family, and caused a lot of trouble for a couple months but they learned to accept it and cope with it.

"Are you sure, Garrett?" his mother asks, sounding even more worried now. Garrett bit back a sigh, attempting to tell himself that this was who is mother was.

Garrett trailed his gaze to the window above the sink. Rain trickled down the glass like tears trailed down a cheek. The trees blew with the wind in uson, as if dancing to the wind's sound. It reminded Garrett of dancers dancing to a song, in rhythm with it and creating a story. A leaf pulled itself away from one tree and glided across the sky, following the wind's unseen trail.

"I'm sure," Garrett replied, still hypnotized by the appearance of outside his apartment window. A graceful rumble pounded above him, a giant stomping on the clouds right over his head. "I'll just make sure to add water and ointment or something to it."

"Alright.." She sounded slightly calmer, relieved as he spoke. "Well, I have to go. I need to take your sister to ballet."

"Okay, Mom," he replied, leaning against the counter and continuing to gaze at the scene outside. "Love you, talk to you later."

"Love you too, sweetie," she says to him before hanging up the phone. Garrett sighed and slid the phone across the counter, which hit the wall with a small tapping sound. He rubbed his face and turned back to the pot of noodles, which by now was pretty much unappetizing to him. He turned off the stove and poured the contents of the pot out and placed it in cold water before just ordering a pizza instead.

After eating his dinner, Garrett thought of what he was going to do on his first day of college tomorrow. Besides, of course, going to classes that is. He wanted to tour the town, get to know the area, and make some friends and have some fun while he was down here. But he was to new to tour the area himself so he didn't know where to go, or he would just get lost.

And then he thought of Fiona. If he asked her, would she agree to show him around the area? Hope rose up in his stomach, so strong he felt slightly nauseous. But that didn't ruin his mood at all, because he would surely ask Fiona if she could show her around. It would be an amazing opportunity to be around her more, not to mention to get to know her better.

He changed into shorts and slipped his shirt off, climbing into bed and stayed up for a while. He thought of his family, mostly, about how homesick he was starting to feel. But that wasn't what slowly pulled him into sleep.

What pulled him to sleep was those soul-touching crystal blue eyes.