Every Day has a Memory

Chapter 5

Hey! So, I thought I would explain this chapter a little, because it is a little different, and it is definitely the LONGEST. 

So in this scene instead of Micah flashing back to a memory with Tamsyn, he flashes back to one with Lachie - a good memory to remind them how they were before all other occurrences in this chapter! 

I hope y'all like it! Update soon!

Enjoy!

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Five Styrofoam cups, six chocolate bar wrappers, two skittle packets, and four sandwich containers—also known as the amount of rubbish Tamsyn sported in her hospital room after exactly ninety-four minutes of having the twins in her presence.

No one knew, nor necessarily understood, how the pair of them could eat so much, and stay so fit as their diet literally consisted of endless amounts of junk food. Between the two of them, I'd say that their mother was probably bankrupt of all the money she ever had thanks to them.

I felt sorry for Ms Broker having to deal with two fucking pigs on a daily basis. Especially since she was a single mother and there were two of these assholes—which meant double the cost for just one of them.

Tamsyn sat beside me on the narrow hospital bed, gaping in disgust and somewhat astonishment as she eyed the rubbish contents displayed across the surface of her small portable table. "I must say..." she began. "I don't know whether to be impressed or mortified..."

"Mortified," I answered.

Alicia sat at the end of Tamsyn's hospital bed, picking away at the very few leftover skittles that the pigs had generously left behind. "They're disgusting, right?" She smirked over her shoulder at Lachie, who slouched in one of the chairs, his legs kicked up on the railing attached to the side of Tam's bed, obviously not meaning her statement of him being disgusting. Because if she had meant it, then I wouldn't feel so visually violated at their cheesy stare that they were currently sharing.

"You love me," Lachie teased my sister.

I scrunched my nose, and tried my hardest not to gag. "I don't think disgusting is the right word," I muttered. Lachie pulled the finger at me—I mirrored his action. "Asshole," I sneered at him.

It wasn't my fault that I had taken a sudden disliking to him, really. I just had this sudden desire to hate everything that Lachie did just because he was now dating my sister. Like all other guys.

Really, he had brought it all on himself.

Before they started, or even thought about, dating each other—like, back when we were twelve—I had always been envious of Lachie, even though I was older than him by a solid year. That little shit had always gotten his way. And I knew this kid inside out, he treated every girl the same way I had—like shit.

And, fact was, he didn't date.

But then again...we had always joked around about Lachie and Alicia hooking up somewhere along the line, but I never really expected it to happen! Like, we had been drunk, and quite possibly a little high, whenever we had said shit like that—but he had actually followed through with something that I thought was a running joke.

I didn't like it. Not one bit. He went against my rule of "don't date my sister."

Tam's elbow connected with my ribs, breaking me out of my irritated trance. "Grow up, would you?" She narrowed her eyes up at me. "You're being a dick," she frowned at me, then at Lachie. "You are, too. Either you both grow up or fuck off."