Do Us Part

8. "Time really flies"

Chapter 8

Nichole
 

"I want pepperoni thin crust pizza."

"And you, Chris?"

"Me too."

"Ok..we'll have two boxes of pizza..and.." "Drinks, guys?"
 
"Strawberry banana smoothie for me."

"Me too." Chris says

"Why are you copying me?" "Must you buy everything I buy?" Rachel half-shouts at her brother.

"Yes, I must." Christopher defends, and I smiled watching their cute banter. They continued to argue, so I intervened.

"Chris, go find us a seat." We will bring your pizza and smoothie. "

"Thanks Aunt N." He replied with an excited smile at me, then made a teasing face at Rachel, before he went away.

"Ahh... I hate his guts."

"Hey, hate is a strong word." I cautioned.

"Sorry, auntie. He just always.. " "I want

to do everything you do." I completed

"Yea."

"Been there."

"Really?"

"Yea, Your aunt Mia was way annoying growing up. She used to sneak in to my room to wear everything that I owned, and at the end of it all, she ended up creating a mess in my perfectly arranged room every time.

"Aunt Mia did that?"

"Yea, She was always on me. " I smiled as I reminisced about the memory in my head.

One time, Mia touched my beauty products and accidentally broke my powder. There were spills all over the ground, and to hide it, she grabbed a brand new top from my wardrobe to clean it up. What's more is that she kept the top in a trash bag.

Let's just say I wasn't at my best when I found out.

I said thanks after we received our goodies and then handed my card over. 

"So..what did you do?" She asked, as we turned around, to go towards Christopher, each of us holding a tray.

"Mostly nothing. I mean, of course, sometimes I screamed my lungs out, but that didn't stop her... She kept doing it. " She chuckled.

"Why not? You must have felt frustrated, right? "

At first, yes... but with time I realised that she only did all that because she admired and looked up to me."

"You don't understand." Christopher gets on my nerves all the time. Like last week, he texted George, pretending to be me. I was so embarrassed when he approached me last week, asking me if I meant what I wrote..and what's worse is that when I told dad, he just laughed. "

"Hmm hmmm..who is George?" I said, and her beautiful brown face turned crimson in seconds as we placed our faces on the table and sat down. I sat down beside Christopher while she sat in front of us.