Small things

'Emilia, ive heard alot about you...'

And I've woken up again - out of breath, dreadingly I check the back of my pillow - soaking, no suprise there. I'm just about to get up to the bathroom when I hear Noah leaning on the door frame looking at me, for a second I forget he's my brother - or that he is staying at my house. 'So what - your staying here now?' I say still half asleep, he snickers and looks down at his shoes embarrassed, 'well, I would say that this house is just about as much as your house as my house.' He says examining my room. 'Fire dreams?' He asks like he can read my mind, I carefully nod as he walks over and stands over my bed, 'you know how I get over them?' He squints 'wait? You get them too?' I ask looking deeply into his big hazel eyes. 'When I dream, I dream of playing in that field' he says looking out the window, to the field behind the garden I was looking at earlier. Then he purches down on the side of my bed next to me, 'I imagine those days, when me, dad and Jack used to go out playing rugby out there, while you, mum and Katherine would sit on the stripy picnic mat nearby making those daisy chains.' He smiles. I rest my head back down onto my pillow, 'Katherine?' I ask curiously. 'Oh yes, Katherines your older sister, she lives with mum, looks just like you' he smiles, eyebrows raised. And now, slowly I'm drifting asleep, but actually to sleep, my mind being filled with memories coming back - of Katherine, of Noah, of mum of-

I'm woken up after a surprisingly good sleep by he sound of muffled voices downstairs, slowly I creep down the stairs trying to avoid the odd creep and ease drop on between the conversation between dad and Noah
'Why can't she see her, I did?!' I hear Noah's frustrated voice
'Do you really think that's a great idea?' I hear dads voice equally as angry
'Yes, I actually do!' Noah replies
'Wait a minute.. I think she's listening' dad mumbles and just turns round the corner of the hall fast enough for me not to run. 'See who?' Is my first response instead of a normal hello. Dad and Noah both exchange un sure looks as dad grudgingly says 'We think it's a good idea for you to see your mother.' My face lights up as I exchange glances with Noah 'really?!' I practically scream 'Woah don't sound too happy about it' dad cringes - just as Jack walks in. 'Mum? What?' He says looking the most confused i've ever seen him, 'did you know about..' I start 'about Noah, about Katherine? Yeah yeah I know all that but mum?' He says raising his eyebrows. 'You explain. I'm done with all this.' I mutter carelessly picking up my bag and stomping out the house, normally Noah would run after me but this time he just turns the other way and scratched the back of his head.

9:40 am

'Hey' Elena sits on the opposite side of the benches infront of me dumping a Starbucks bag on the table, I quickly blink away the tears from my thoughts and put on a fake smile - forgetting everything that's going on at home and on Elena's Starbucks. 'What's inside the bag?' I say pointing at the Starbucks paper bag, 'good question' she smiles opening it excitedly, 'I thought that you were in desperate need of a Starbucks these days' she says proudly taking out two vanilla fraps and passing one to me, 'decaf?' I smirk trying to catch her out, 'pft duh! Who do you think I am?' She says looking at me giving one of those 'you sick, sick person' look, I let out a small snort and look just past Elena to a big blue poster on the wall for the bonfire night, 'so, you going then?' Elena says with a wink after seeing me staring at the poster. 'Urgh, you know, these things aren't exactly my... My um, you know.' I stammer trying to get out of it - yet I'm miserably failing. 'Great!' Elena squeaks with her hands curled up waving around 'I'll see ya there then' she winks leaving the table to her next lesson just as Zach comes up behind me and holds both shoulders leaning over me so his face is almost upside down, 'so you going? To the bonfire?' He says hopefully. 'Ugh not you too...' I cringe burying my head into my hands irritatingly rubbing my eyes, 'anno, anno' he laughs patting my soldiers 'it's all people ever ask these days, right?' Like he's reading my mind. I finally in relief take my hands of my face 'so you'd understand if I wasn't going to go?' I ask nervously, 'honestly, no.' He says disappointed and walks off. Ugh, what have I done...

Later that day after school I decide to take a walk, I figured I couldn't mentally go back into the house knowing that Noah might be staying there - I mean he's nice and all, but it's the shock. Knowing him for all these years as just Zach's older friend and 'that super hot guy in the older year' to find out he's my brother?! And I just don't trust myself around him, I'm scared I'm gonna suddenly burst with all these questions I can't afford to head the answers to. 'What would you like ma'am?' The ice cream guy peeps out the van to greet me, I haven't realised I was standing right next to the ice scream van, but while I'm here I'll just order a 'one mint chocolate chip please' I ask politely 'in a cone' I add. Having it in a cone just makes me feel like I'm at the beach on holiday, where it's not (but in reality it's only 10 degrees) 'that would be £2.50 please' the man says cheerfully. I scramble through my Jack Wills purse to find the money when I realise that I used 30p on butterscotch this morning 'uh..um..I only have £2.20 with me now' I say still searching for another 30p, I can't see the man but I can tell that he's pretty pissed because he's already made the ice cream. 'Here' some random really hot guy smiles, slamming a £2.50 down on the windowsill on the van. Surprised I look up at him, I thought these things only happen in movies... The guy in the van looks at us both as if we were a joke but gets over it and takes the money, giving me the ice cream. 'You really didn't have to' I stammer fitting my purse back into my bag as we walk away from the van onto the wooden broad walk toward the beach, 'don't worry I got it' he says smirking down at my so him black sunglasses move a little, 'I'm Tyler by the way' he says taking his hands out his pocket for me to shake. 'Hi, I'm Emily' I say shyly shaking his hand, he's about a head taller than me, he's got a damn sexy lip ring, one of those typical Ray Ban sunglasses and his blonde hair in a spiff. 'Emilia, I've heard a lot about you...' He grins looking forwards at the beautiful view of the sun setting on top of the sea at the beach. 'Wait a minute' I say stopping right in front of him, 'how do you know my real my name?' I say shocked, 'ooh, times ticking, I've got somewhere else to be.' He says teasingly, as if he's trying to annoy me by saying he knows something about me, and then leaving me suspicious, well at least he seems like he's having fun here. 'Hey! Wait! You can't just do that! You don't just say a random strangers persons name and then-' and he's gone. And now I'm there looking like a right idiot with a bunch of old people staring at me like I've just escaped the friggin mental institution! Like normally, I love old people, they are all so cute, and I'm always tempted to help them with their groceries - but now, now no. Screw you oldies I'm normal stop looking at my like that..