Three Cups Of Tea

teapots

the writers block i get for this story is so real i'm sorry ily

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Summer holidays were the best part of the year for Mila. Not because she spent her days at the beach and her nights partying, but because her Netflix subscription was calling her name and there was a sale on Ramen noodles at her local 24 hour supermarket.

Basically, in the nicest way possible, Mila Stone had absolutely no social life.

It wasn't that she had no friends, because she had friends. Her best friend just happened to be in London for the holidays, and they weren't very close, considering only last week did Mila find out that Georgia had a boyfriend.

Solitude was the first option for everything in Mila's case.

So, since it was the first Wednesday of the seven week she had off school, she threw off her pink pyjamas, got dressed and walked to the park. Her parents, obviously surprised at the fact that their only daughter had managed to crawl out of her bedroom, basically pushed her out of the door, handing her twenty dollars and a bottle of sunscreen (she inherited her mother's fair skin), and bid her farewell.

She was already regretting her decision.

She was halfway down the brick path, a freeway of joggers and cyclists (the amount of times she had heard 'on your left' had become disconcerting), when she glanced at the phone in her bag, which was buzzing maniacally.

Leaving for your aunts, won't be home for a couple of hours, DO NOT COME HOME. SPEND YOUR DAY IN THE SUN love you lots x mum

Mila sighed, shoving her phone back in her bag and stepping onto the green grass of the park, only partially annoyed by the fact that she left her sunglasses at home.

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"Get out of bed!" A voice interrupted a groggy Carter, as he lifted his heavy head of his pillow, half lidded eyes staring up at his mum, who was ripping off his bed sheets and glaring at him.

"It's eleven o'clock, and you promised to babysit Stacy today! I need to go to work, Carter!" She sounded livid, and that was because she was, so Carter pushed himself up from his bed, threw on a shirt and followed his mum into the kitchen.

"Good morning to you too" He muttered, his voice scratchy from sleep, as Stacy launched into his arms.

"Catty!" She squealed as he wrapped his arms around her tiny body. "Can we go to the park today!"

Carter grimaced as his sister's tiara stabbed his chin, and sighed. "Only if you clean up your room first" He told her and she jumped off him and rushed into her room.

"I'm leaving now, please take care of Stacy, and make sure she eats something substantial. I love you, I'll be back tonight" His mum told him, kissing his cheek and following Stacy into her room.

"Love you too" He told her as he walked into the bedroom, as his mum swung out the door. "Stacy!" he called and her wide eyes poked out of her room.

"We're leaving in ten" He said and she squealed, rushing back to her room, as Carter pulled on his jeans.

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The park was tremendously boring.

Mila was not the type of person to describe emerald green grass that covered your bare feet like it belonged (she was wearing shoes) and a lake that shimmered in the sunlight (it probably didn't shimmer as she coughed it from her freaking lungs anyway), so any trip to the park was boring, but to her parents, the weird nature types, it was such an 'experience'.

Whatever.

But she sat on the park bench anyway, it was one of those curved wooden ones, that didn't have a seat long enough and the back was too short, hunched over slightly, staring at the geese in front of her.

They probably didn't recognise her without mascara stained cheeks.

If this were a movie, she thought, she'd have a brown paper bag - God forbid it be any thing other than that - full of that shitty bread crust you buy at pet stores for a dollar, and throwing it at the geese in front of her, and if it was a spectacularly crap movie, she'd be thinking about her one true love while staring at the sun setting on the horizon.

It was a shame the geese were ignoring her.

She began chipping off the bright green nail polish she painted on her nails after she saw it laying in the bottom of her drawer, and figuring that, if she had spent $1.60 on it, she should probably use it, and even though the bottle had been pushed back into her drawer when she was finished, she had to admit it looked pretty good.

A elderly couple shuffled by, arms linked, smiling warmly at her. She smiled back as they continued on their way, and she noticed the brown paper bag in the ladies hand, and stopped the giggle rising in her throat, as she looked back at the geese. One of them made a series awkward hiccuping noises, and looked up at her, and Mila stuck her tongue at it, before digging around in her bag for her earphones and her iPod.

The high pitched screech of a little girl was the only thing that stopped her. She turned around to see a little girl, of about five, running as fast as her short legs could carry her, waving a silver wand with her and gripping her tiara with all her strength.

To be completely honest, Mila was not a children person. She had no idea how to respond to distant relatives asking her if they wanted to hold their baby, because, oh my god, she did not want to hold that screaming thing, but she smiled a little at the sight of the curly haired little girl as she sprinted down the hill.

Until she turned her head and saw Carter Jones tumbling after her.

She swore under her breath and shoved everything back into her bag, pulling it onto her shoulder and pushing off the uncomfortable bench and walking in the opposite direction of the green eyed boy behind her, but she was a split second too slow.

The little girl ran past her, surprising Mila, because, if she's honest with herself, she probably ran faster than Mila had in her life. Carter was right behind her, laughing as he ran easily behind her. "Stacy! Stop running!" He chuckled just as he ran past Mila.

He glanced at her, not picking up anything but a pale blonde girl with a terrified look on her face. Then he turned back around just as Mila smashed into his back. "Fuck" She exclaimed, holding her nose that came away bloody.

Stacy had stopped running, and was angry at the interruption in her game, but Carter stepped away from Mila as she held her head back and covered her nose. "Are you okay?" He asked, the déjà vu in the air obvious, and Mila shook her head, shuffling around in her bag and taking out a tissue.

"Catty!" Stacy exclaimed, stretching out the embarrassing nickname out, furthering the awkward moment that was ensuing. She stopped in front of Mila, with a horrified look etched onto her face, and Carter swooped her up onto his back, as Mila took another step back.

"It's you" She said stuffily, the bleeding seeming to stop and the tissue looking like it suffered a massacre.

"Who are you?" Stacy said breaking the awkward silence.

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