Nobodies [ a. irwin ]

six

My house was completely quiet, which meant my parents had probably gone away in another one of their trips.

I was used to having the house all for myself after so many years and I was already way over the fact that my parents were never present in my day-a-day life. Sometimes it was even better that way, I liked to be alone so that I didn't have anyone constantly bugging me to do stuff and telling me what to do.

I was still a minor though, so my parents couldn't leave me entirely by myself, of course. That's why when my parents traveled, my grandparents (from my mother's side of the family) came over to check up on me and make sure I was okay and that I didn't need anything.

My grandparents were the adult figures I had during my childhood and even though they may not have been the ones to put me into this world, they were the ones who took care of me in it and in my opinion, that's all that really mattered.

But since life is a real bitch sometimes, it decided to make things harder for all of us.

Exactly 4 months ago, my grandpa had this dinner thing and he insisted the three of us- me, mom and dad- had to be there, no excuses. My parents showed up, for my surprise, and he reluctantly announced he had gone to the doctor to get checked up and found out he had cancer.

I quickly shook all the negative thoughts out of my head and took my phone from my back-pocket, dialing the number I already knew by heart.

After a few rings, someone in the other line picked up and I found myself smiling when I heard my grandpa's voice speak; ''hello?''

''hey, gramps! How are you feeling?'' I asked, while fiddling with the fabric of my sweater.

''I'm good, sweetie.'' He answered and a second later I heard some shuffling in the other line which led me to believe he was moving around. ''Your grandma won't stop yelling at the oven though. She thinks it's the oven's fault that her banana pie burned.'' He whispered the last part with a serious tone and I chuckled loudly, shaking my head.

''Tell her I'm coming by and that I'll personally help her bake another pie. Or yell at the oven. Whichever she wants to do the most.'' I giggled.

He laughed along with me and then after a few minutes, he broke the silence; ''Are your parents gone again?'' He asked slowly with a sad voice.

I nodded but then remembered he couldn't see me. ''Yeah.'' I answered, shrugging to myself.

He sighed loudly. ''Why don't you come over and sleep here tonight? We've barely had time to talk lately and I think I could use a little help at trying to convince your grandma not to shoot the oven.''

A huge smile immediately made it's way onto my face. I squealed happily like a child. ''That sounds great!''

He laughed on the other line. ''Alright. See you in half an hour?''

''I'll be there.'' I confirmed, already running over to my room with excitement.

Will, my grandpa, was one of those people who were sarcastic and funny but undoubtedly was always the smartest person in the room. Hell, he didn't even have to try to be so smart, that's just who he was.

You may be asking yourself why I'm so excited about this but the fact is since he had been really busy going to doctor appointments and chemo sections all the time, I barely had any time to have a proper conversation with him. I accompanied him in his appointments as much as I could, simply because I wanted to support him and stay with him for as long as possible but it never seemed to be enough.

I guess I just missed having a conversation with him, or with grandma as well for that matter, that didn't involve my grandpa's disease.

I quickly threw some clothes on my bag and then proceeded to pick carefully what book I was going to bring with me. I decided to take Charles Dicken's novel Hard Times.

I then took my car keys from my bedside table and walked out to my car, which was parked in front of my house.

I didn't really use my car much because I preferred to walk or even use the subway instead of being stuck on New York's traffic for hours. But my parents insisted on giving me it on my last birthday and I didn't even complain since I knew it could be useful in many situations, like driving gramps to his chemo sections.

After a 20 minutes drive, I finally pulled up in my grandparent's highway, getting out of the car and quickly locking it.

I glanced at my wristwatch and smiled to myself with satisfaction when I saw I was exactly punctual.

I then walked up to the door and ringed the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to open up the door.

I heard some huffing and cursing in the other side of the door before my grandma opened the door, looking frustrated.

Probably because of the pie. I thought, not being able not to smile at how funny that sounded in my head.

When she saw me, her frustrated expression instantly turned into a wide smile and she wasted no time in embracing me into a bone-crushing hug. ''Emma, sweetie! How are you?''

''I'm good, grams, how are you?'' I giggled, pulling back as she stepped aside to allow me to pass trough the door and walk in.

''I've been a bit distracted but I guess it's the age.'' I rolled my eyes at her.

''You're not even that old.'' I shot back, dropping my bag on a couch.

''Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Emma.'' She rolled her eyes, chuckling.

I half-smiled slightly, winking at her playfully. ''No problemo.''

Then, just as on cue, gramps walked into the room, a smile instantly appearing on his face when he saw me. ''Emma! You're here!''

I went over to him and he pulled me in for another bone-crushing hug. I guess it was a family thing.

''It feels like forever!'' He commented and let me go, allowing me to finally breathe again.

''I know right?'' I smiled whole-heartedly, loving to see him in such a happy mood and with so much energy.

''I would offer you some pie but the damn oven burned it.'' Grandma complained annoyedly with a frown.

''Yes, sweetheart. Because the one to blame is certainly the oven, and the oven only.'' Grandpa commented sarcastically, knowing my grandma didn't really pick up sarcasm.

Grandma agreed, completely obvious to grandpa's sarcasm and went on with her rant about how technology is going to destroy us all in the future.

I could see grandpa was trying really hard not to laugh at his wife so instead he was just looking down at her with a passionate and cute smile that made me realize just how lucky my grandparents were to have found someone they loved to spend the rest of their lives with.

I felt a buzz coming from my phone, signaling I had received a text and when I took it from my back-pocket, I almost gasped with surprise.

Ashton;

Today was fun :) Can't wait to hang out with you again.

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such a long filler oh my god

is this even considered a filler idk

her grandparents are relationship goals though hhahshdjfj