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only to be chased by Brady, the feeling that I felt in the coffee shop comes back in full force.
I don’t want to talk about this and I one hundred percent don’t want to hear about it. Christ, I already lived through it only a few hours ago. And yeah, maybe there’s a snarky little voice in the back of my mind telling me that actually I just don’t want to face it. That I’m too busy burying my head in the sand yet again. That voice can take a hike though.
We all practically inhale my Mom's delicious gumbo and all the while I’m batting off questions concerning Brady left right and center. I feel like something's missing though. I don’t know if it’s because it’s quiet or at least more quiet than usual, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
"So, are you going to be seeing Brady again?" Luke asks while my Mom mentions having to pick Bailey up from her friend’s house at the same time.
BINGO! Looks like the mystery is solved. No wonder I thought it was quiet. It's because my bratty, loud and incredibly spoilt baby sister isn’t standing on a chair singing or showing off her latest terrible dance moves. Basically anything that makes her the center of attention. And now I feel like a class A jerk for hating on a six-year-old.
"Cindy, are you even listening to me? I asked if you're planning on seeing Brady again." Luke says with wide eyes as if I’m an idiot.
I completely ignore his question though I so want to answer it. I want to say no, that I’m not gonna be seeing Brady at all and that there’s no reason for me to. My mouth doesn’t seem to want to utter the words though, it’s gone into complete lockdown. Instead of answering him with the only answer my mouth seems willing to give, that I will be seeing Brady again, I focus on my Mom who's just about to reach into her purse for her car keys.
"I'll pick Bailey up Mom." I pipe up, resulting in Luke narrowing his eyes.
"Don’t worry honey, I've got it." My Mom replies.
"Don’t be silly, you’ve been cooking so I'll go and pick up Bailey and Luke can do the dishes. Oh, and Avery can dry." I say it as if it’s the best idea I've ever had. HA! I’m sure next time Luke will keep his silly questions to himself and Avery will keep her big mouth shut.
"Well, if you’re sure."
"Yep." I jump out of my seat and grab my own purse from the countertop.
"Er, Mom? Where is Bailey's friend?" I ask, ignoring a raised eyebrow from Luke, probably concerning his ignored question.
My Mom rattles off the address and I rush out of the door, slamming it behind me. I’m not too proud to admit that I hesitate a little before getting into my rental. It’s a nice car and a good drive but it kind of smells of cheese puffs. I hold my breath for the first five seconds on getting in, the only successful way to prevent my stomach from turning over. I shouldn’t be too judgmental really considering the car I drove through High School.
Yeah, it’s amazing that my Dad can build houses with his bare hands but can’t seem to pick a good car. Of course, when he turned up with a second hand Pontiac Aztek for Luke I thought it was hilarious. Karma got its own back a few years later when I inherited the ugly ass car. I’m not even overreacting when I say it's hideous either. Not only was it voted one of the worst cars ever, but also the ugliest. I should know, I collected the information for Mission get a new car, in my senior year. At the time, my Dad insisted it was a cool car because it was Walter White's car in Breaking Bad. My Dad had never watched an episode in his life at this point so when he tried to say that it must be a popular car and owned by a cool dude in a TV show, he actually had no idea he was talking about a middle-aged meth cook. His face when he did find out was kinda worth it though.
When the garbage truck finally died, unfortunately two days after graduation, I was surprised to feel disappointment. Mainly that Aiden wouldn’t get to inherit the hunk
I don’t want to talk about this and I one hundred percent don’t want to hear about it. Christ, I already lived through it only a few hours ago. And yeah, maybe there’s a snarky little voice in the back of my mind telling me that actually I just don’t want to face it. That I’m too busy burying my head in the sand yet again. That voice can take a hike though.
We all practically inhale my Mom's delicious gumbo and all the while I’m batting off questions concerning Brady left right and center. I feel like something's missing though. I don’t know if it’s because it’s quiet or at least more quiet than usual, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
"So, are you going to be seeing Brady again?" Luke asks while my Mom mentions having to pick Bailey up from her friend’s house at the same time.
BINGO! Looks like the mystery is solved. No wonder I thought it was quiet. It's because my bratty, loud and incredibly spoilt baby sister isn’t standing on a chair singing or showing off her latest terrible dance moves. Basically anything that makes her the center of attention. And now I feel like a class A jerk for hating on a six-year-old.
"Cindy, are you even listening to me? I asked if you're planning on seeing Brady again." Luke says with wide eyes as if I’m an idiot.
I completely ignore his question though I so want to answer it. I want to say no, that I’m not gonna be seeing Brady at all and that there’s no reason for me to. My mouth doesn’t seem to want to utter the words though, it’s gone into complete lockdown. Instead of answering him with the only answer my mouth seems willing to give, that I will be seeing Brady again, I focus on my Mom who's just about to reach into her purse for her car keys.
"I'll pick Bailey up Mom." I pipe up, resulting in Luke narrowing his eyes.
"Don’t worry honey, I've got it." My Mom replies.
"Don’t be silly, you’ve been cooking so I'll go and pick up Bailey and Luke can do the dishes. Oh, and Avery can dry." I say it as if it’s the best idea I've ever had. HA! I’m sure next time Luke will keep his silly questions to himself and Avery will keep her big mouth shut.
"Well, if you’re sure."
"Yep." I jump out of my seat and grab my own purse from the countertop.
"Er, Mom? Where is Bailey's friend?" I ask, ignoring a raised eyebrow from Luke, probably concerning his ignored question.
My Mom rattles off the address and I rush out of the door, slamming it behind me. I’m not too proud to admit that I hesitate a little before getting into my rental. It’s a nice car and a good drive but it kind of smells of cheese puffs. I hold my breath for the first five seconds on getting in, the only successful way to prevent my stomach from turning over. I shouldn’t be too judgmental really considering the car I drove through High School.
Yeah, it’s amazing that my Dad can build houses with his bare hands but can’t seem to pick a good car. Of course, when he turned up with a second hand Pontiac Aztek for Luke I thought it was hilarious. Karma got its own back a few years later when I inherited the ugly ass car. I’m not even overreacting when I say it's hideous either. Not only was it voted one of the worst cars ever, but also the ugliest. I should know, I collected the information for Mission get a new car, in my senior year. At the time, my Dad insisted it was a cool car because it was Walter White's car in Breaking Bad. My Dad had never watched an episode in his life at this point so when he tried to say that it must be a popular car and owned by a cool dude in a TV show, he actually had no idea he was talking about a middle-aged meth cook. His face when he did find out was kinda worth it though.
When the garbage truck finally died, unfortunately two days after graduation, I was surprised to feel disappointment. Mainly that Aiden wouldn’t get to inherit the hunk
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