Little White Lies.

Tell Me A Lie

The conversation my brother had this morning plays on my mind. I end up writing it down. I have decided now that I am going to ask him what has happened. It must have been something. But what?

I write down what I already know. While doing that I listen to One Direction songs on repeat. I have no idea what to expect. I make a few caogries.  They are as followed.
1- Names
2- what I know from the phone conversations
3- guesses about the situation
4- What I have been told.
I then hide it in the back of my wardrobe.

I don't have to been in work until the afternoon.

Oh no wait. I have booked a couple of weeks off work. I haven't had a break for about 5 months. I need one. I have been there every day for the past 5 months. I know we shouldn't have but we can't work from home, so the only other option was to go into work. If we didn't then Coca-Cola may have gone out of business. That would be awful. The amount of people that drink it... There is no way we can let that thought become a reality.
But anyway, with two weeks off I should get a good amount of information.

I knock on Ben's bedroom door before entering.

"What do you want?" he asks looking at me. I notice he looks as if he has been caught doing something. He quickly shuts off his phone and laptop before putting them on his bedside table.

He must be hiding something on them. I should check them when he's asleep or out.

"I just want to talk. We are both always so busy, and we haven't been able to talk for a while so yeah." I say.

"Alright. Sounds good." I can't help but notice he looked relieved. I want to ask why but if I'm going to get more information about what he is up too then I best not because then I will become suspicious.

"What do you work as now?" I ask.

"I umm... Work as an. As a... Umm.. What is it called?" he asks himself. Definitely acting shady. Then again he has only just got the job. So I am finding it very hard to know if he is genuinely confused or pretending to be. 
"I work as a pot washer for the restaurant in town." He says.

"Which restaurant?" I ask.

"The Indian... Michael's Indian." Ben smiles and I get suspicious if it is because he is proud he has been able to come up with a lie or proud because it is actually his first job.

"Nice. How much do you get paid?" I ask trying to figure out if he is being genuine or not.

"Just £15 a week. So about £60 a month." Ben says. That seems a bit low rate pay for such long hours as a [pot washer at a very popular restaurant. 

"Nice. Well it was nice to have a chat with you. I'll leave you alone now." I smile.

I go into my bedroom and get my notebook. I make a new catogry and call it his job. I write down all the things he has told me.

"Hey Taylor." my brother says. He is on the phone again.
"You dated Harry right." Ben asks. Is he talking to Taylor Swift? When on earth did he get her number. They must be talking about Harry Styles. This can't just be some crazy coincident can it?