Desolate - h.s. ✓

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     After Book Club, I went to Kirkland's with my mother. She showed me pictures of the house we were sprucing up, which, considering how dreary it appeared in the photos, I knew we had a lot of work ahead of us. She wanted to go with warm colors, so we decided on creams, and browns, and the occasional red accent. I picked out a cute light fixture that looked like sticks with tips that lit up, my mother agreeing it was perfect. We got pillows and a few other things for the living room and kitchen. The bedrooms looked fine, although we got a cute blanket for the master bedroom mattress, my mother and I checking out with the company credit card before heading to the house that was about twenty minutes away.

"I wish we could redecorate an entire house one time," I stated plainly, looking out the window as she drove. "You know, that would be fun."

"It would, honey. I can look into it."

Nodding, I looked at my phone when I got a message.  Unlocking it quickly, I noticed that it was from Ethan. Glancing at my mother briefly, I watched as she hummed along to the radio before reading over the message.

Ethan: Harry said you were talking about Angelo today. Is everything good?

The message was strange. Not only did my brother and I barely text, but he was messaging me about something Harry, of all people, had said to him. It made absolutely no sense to me.  Staring down at the screen for a long few seconds, I tried to understand how that information would even come up in conversation. After all, it felt odd knowing that Harry had to be the one to bring it up.  I wondered how he had tried to work it out to tell my brother nonchalantly.  That, or Harry had just outright told my brother which seemed both very weird and very Harry-like. After about a minute of debating, I decided what I should say, knowing it wasn't like I was talking about getting back with him.

Everything is fine, thank you. Tell Harry to mind his own business ((:

Setting my phone on my lap, I waited for a response, wondering if my brother would be snarky, or then just ignore me altogether.  It wouldn't be the first time he would ignore a text and I was sure if he did ignore me it wouldn't be the last.  Though, just after I thought the window for a response from Ethan passed, my phone vibrated, my fingers grasping the device, and unlocking the phone to read the message.

Ethan: Harry says he hates you, and that you're a bitch.

Ethan: Let me clarify

Ethan: a stupid bitch.

Tell him he's disrespectful, and to keep my name out of his mouth

The thought of Harry calling me a stupid bitch was insane to me considering I had allowed him to sit at my lunch table.  It made no sense to me, especially since I had not gone out of my way to be rude.  Then again, I figured it had to be based on the fact that Harry was not happy at the idea I didn't want him talking about me to my brother.

Ethan: I just smacked him because he made a gross joke about you two sleeping together.

I made a face at the message.  Why would he say something so vulgar? Then again, I should have expected something like that.  He usually said perverted things to me and while I was never a big fan, it wasn't like it was uncommon by any means.

Thank you, I appreciate you smacking him

Ethan: Anytime.

Ethan: On a side note, if Angelo bothers you, let me know. I'll be more than willing to kick his ass, Nikki

Thank you E, it's appreciated