The Protectors

My name is Brendon Cole, im a 15 year old lad, i love my football and like an occacional game with my friends at the sports feild. I live with my mum Jenny, in a standard family 2 bedroom house. I never knew my dad, i've heard the occasional story about him here and there but that's all. I live a healthy life style i'm enthusiastic and out going, mum and me have the same sense of humour, so we share the occasional banter, life was going well, brilliant in fact. But one day my life turned upsidown and it all started a couple of weeks ago, m things went from normal to weird in a matter of minutes. we will cover whats going on with me now later on, so let me take you back to a couple of weeks ago. There i was sat in a nice little cafe, i had just finish school and i was waiting for my bus home, when a beautiful looking waitress came over to me, oh she was beautiful, long black hair tied in a tail, light make up around the eyes, smartly dressed as you would expect a waitress to be. I had butterflies just by hearing her voice, she asked for my order, i stupidly, as if in a trance just replied "coffee", re-adjusting my stance and clearing my throat, from my emmbarassing moment, i requested more calmly "a coffee please". With a little cheeky smile from those soft red lips she spoke in a nice soft toned voice and asked "is that with or without milk?", i nervously answered "with, please, thank you". She walked away knowing she made me nervous and on edge. I had my coffee but couldn't help but think about her and watch her as she carried on her duty. It was like she put a spell on me i was besotted by her and couldn't get her out of my mind. But the other strange thing was, couldn't get this feeling that i knew her out of my head. I eventually made my way to the bus stop after i had paid for my coffee. I sat at the bus stop, the temprature had dropped to 5 and the rain slowly fell as a drizzle, i eagerly awaited for the bus home. As i sat there thinking about the girl i saw with obsession, i looked over my right shoulder and sure enough in the dark with light misty rain, that same beautiful waitress walked towards me and sat on the other side of the bus stop. Just as cold and wet as i was, she looked at me with that same cheeky little smile "hello again" she said with that soft voice, she asked me "what's your name?" I dont know what it was about her, but she made me nervous but, then again, i also felt safe, so i stuttered "br-br-Brendon cole". With a smile on her face she lent over to offer a friendly hand shake, saying "my names Maria-Hope". Feeling more relaxed i shook her hand and querried "thats an unusual name?" She replied that "Maria was her grandmothers name and Hope is what i should keep in my heart at all times, well, so my mother says". She gave a little chuckle. And then fell an awkward silence. With a little feeling of joy that i have spoken to her and redeemed myself, that i wasn't silly or stupid, i felt i made a good impression. Just then my bus arrived i told her "this is me" i asked "what time is your bus?", she replied very chilled "it'll be here in a minute, thank you", i smiled and replied "ok, see you" and i climbed on the bus, i scanned my bus card and made my way to the back of the bus, i took a sneaky glance out the window as she waved me off as the bus drove off down the street. As we slowly made it down the narrow streets of my town of Dartmouth i could not get Maria-Hope out of my head. That radiant smile, that perfect body, that jet black hair, she was amazing. After a while the bus approached my stop, i rang the bell and bus came to stop, i got off and walked up to my house with a grin on my face. I walked through the front door, closed the door gently, hung up my coat on the hook, kicked off my shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. As i got closer there was a lovely, overpowering smell, mum was cooking my favourite meal lasagne and chips.It doesn't sound much but it was and always will be my favourite. I walked into the kitchen, my mum Jennifer was stood at the cooker getting ready to dish out dinner, i said "hello mum" she looked at me with a big smile and said "hello honey", mum and my relationship was a strong one, given the fact that i was brought up without a father, i would buy her a fathers day card, because she's not just my mum she is also my dad too. i went to sit at the table, the table was already laid with knife, fork, with a spoon ready for desert. I kicked my back pack in under the table, as mum started placing the plates onto the table. Mum sat the opposite side of the table from me and she asked "did you get up to much today?" "not alot" i answered with a slight grin, thinking of Maria-Hope. She smiled and asked "what?, you've met a girl" shocked i replied "what how'd you know that?". She informed me "i'm your mother i know these things it's my job, so whats her name? where she from? what's she like?". i replied with joy "oh, mum she's georgeous she works at the little cafe on the high street" intreaged into my excitment she asked "love at first site?, so what's her name?" i answered with obsession "Maria-Hope", suddenly mums attitude changed and a face of concern appeared, "what's wrong?" Knowing something i didn't, she answered "nothing," with disbelief in her voice she excused herself from the table, leaving behind her full meal and went upstairs, dumb to her reaction i sat eating my dinner with a smile on my face, thinking about Maria-Hope. I hoped that maybe when i finish school tomorrow i will nip along and see if she would want to go out for a coffee with me, i planned it in my head how i was going to do it, she woukd be working the counter at the cafe, i would pull her to one side, but what would i say? how do i ask? i don't want to make myself look silly and i especially don't want to mess it all up. I thought that if i slept on it some insperation would come to me in my sleep.