We Had the Right Kind of Love // L.S.

Chapter 3. Promise

"Mom where are the coco pops?" I yell into the busy kitchen the next morning. I'm on the counter looking for my favorite cereal while the twins shuffle around under me, fighting over a new pencil case mom had bought at target.

"Mommy, didn't you say I could have it?" Daisy whines as she tries to tug it away from Phoebe.

"Louis off the counter," Mom says, wrapping sandwiches up for our lunches.

"Dad where's my backpack? It was sitting right here this morning!" Lottie's frantic voice echoes from down the hall.

"But I'm too short, I need to be on the counter," I say over Lottie's voice. "Where are the coco pops?"

She ignores me and takes the pencil case away from the twins, shoving it in the back pocket of her jeans. "No Daisy I didn't say you could have it, it's for Phoebe."

"I don't know Lottie, I didn't touch your backpack," Dad calls back to her and enters the kitchen with Fizzy hanging off of his back.

"Coco pops are in the bottom cupboard, now get off the counter, Louis," Mom says, stacking the five lunches on the kitchen table and switching to the twins who are still arguing, "Fizzy help your sisters please?"

"I have to eat breakfast," she says climbing down from my dad's shoulders.

Mom frowns at her, "You can do that after you get your sisters settled."

"Fine," she sighs, escorting Phoebe and Daisy out of the kitchen and giving them both a bowl of cereal before sitting down with her own food.

I finally find my coco pops and plopped down next to my sisters at the kitchen table happily eating my chocolate cereal when a disheveled Lottie comes running in.

"Mom, did you move my backpack?" she whines, "I can't find it anywhere."

"Yes, honey I put it on the couch because I was vacuuming last night," she blows a stray piece of hair out of her face, "Mark, you're taking the twins to school, right?" He nods and she checks the calendar, "I'm taking Fizzy so Louis, make sure you watch over Lottie alright?"

"Don't worry I will," I tell her before quickly finishing my breakfast and collecting my sister's empty bowls before heading to the sink. The water stung my hands as I scrubbed off the plates and I moved quickly, eager not to waste my time on something unimportant like doing the dishes.

"Thank you," Mom says, "Tell me when you're about to leave so I can kiss you goodbye."

After promising I would, I run up the stairs and brush my teeth, comb my feathery hair so it looks somewhat presentable before changing into my normal jeans and t-shirt. Unlike Lottie, I don't care what the heck I look like as long as I don't look like an idiot. I grab my backpack from my door handle and making sure all my medicine is securely in its box, I stop for a split to read the text Harry sent me while I was eating breakfast.

Harry: R U exsited 4 today?

Harry: I am nerves.

Harry: Meat me outcide of ur howse so we can walk together!

As if I would think of doing anything else. I hurry down the stairs and pop back into the kitchen where mom is cleaning up, "I'm leaving now so I have time to show around the school."

"That's nice of you," she says, and wiping her hands on a towel she gives me a hug before hugging Lottie who stood behind me. "Show Lottie around too ok? You are her brother."

"No!" we both exclaim in horror at the same time while my mom looks confused. "It's cool to show your friend around, but I will not be seen with my sister at school," I explain.