Jordan Rose

6 Years Later...

"Jordan!" I heard my name being called from out in the hallway, before Damon burst open the door. I giggled.

"What?" I asked as I finished straightening my hair. "You know it's a good thing I am dressed, Damon. Come in 5 minutes ago, I would've been stark-naked."

"If only I had been so lucky," Damon sighed and I hit him playfully on the arm. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled innocently. I giggled again.

I put my straightener down after turning it off and turned to face Damon. I looked at what Damon was wearing. His hair was messy as always, and his tanned, muscular skin contrasted really well to his white singlet. Black track pants covered his legs, and were met by white and blue skater shoes. Despite his "comfort over style" attitude, I knew he still liked to look good. Honesty, if he really didn't care he would have something warmer on for this time of year. His ice blue eyes raked my body. Not in a creepy way, just in a 'I need to make sure my little sister doesn't look like a slut at school' kind of way.

I was wearing jeggings tucked into knee-high brown boots, and an oversized grey jumper thrown over a black singlet. My face was covered in minimal make up. Unlike most girls, I absolutely love my freckles, and want to keep them on display. So I had on a touch of concealer, some baby pink lip gloss and a thin line of black eye liner, contrasting to my emerald green eyes. Silver studs and my cross necklace completed the look. I spun around, my recently straightened black hair flying out the sides.

"What do ya think?" I ask him. "Do you approve?" He tore his eyes away from my clothing and looked into my eyes.

"You look perfect," he smiled sweetly.

"Thanks," I smiled. "Now what was it that you wanted from me?"

"Want a ride to school?"

"That's it?" I said dully. "You charged into my room to see if I wanted a ride?" Damon shrugged his shoulders again.

"It seemed urgent at the time." I sighed at my adopted brother's stupidity.

"Fine, just give me 5 minutes to make my coffee and I'll be there." Damon shook his head.

"Of course," he said. "Always needing a coffee in your hand. One of the many strange quirks Jordan Rose Miller has." I grabbed out an oversized black hoody and threw my school bag over my shoulder, punching Damon lightly on the shoulder as I walked passed him on my way to the kitchen.

"Runs in the family!" I said in a sing song voice. We both giggled and ran down the stairs. Dad was sitting on one of the love seats with a cup of his own coffee in his hand, reading the news paper. The room smelt of the delicious drink I craved, I couldn't help but melt. He lifted his head up from the paper when we came rushing down.

"Morning kids!" He smiled.

"Morning dad!" Damon and I replied in unison as I put the coffee machine on and Damon grabbed a green apple, taking a bite.

"You know," he said through a mouthful of food, "that apples are a much better way to wake you up in the morning. It is equivalent to 2 cups of coffee." He paused for a second, before saying "or something like that."

"Ooh, Mr Smartypants! Looks like someone's been doing their research!" I said, mocking surprise.

"Nah, just bits of information from here and there from one of my classes," he grinned.

"Makes sense," I said, nodding as I took the finished coffee and added the milk. "Seeing as it is actually equivalent to 3 cups of coffee, not 2." He poked his tongue out at me, and I returned the gesture.

"Such children you two are," mum said as she strolled into the kitchen.

"Mum, tell Jordan that she needs to eat apples instead of drink coffee!" Damon whined to our mum.