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19

Maya

"Sister,"

"Mhm,"

"Please may I eat lunch with you?"

I grinned at Michael stood at the door with two plates of food, then nodded and beckoned him over, clearing my bed.

"Your clothes came, the rest of them,"

"Oh. Okay,"

"How did the other ones fit?"

I shrugged, for I hadn't tried them on yet, and was a bit scared to. Lately I was struggling a bit with how I looked, and the food I wanted to eat. For now I was keeping it to myself, and coping by myself because I had worked hard to get to the point where I was pretty okay. But still, I had the times where I struggled, and I was going to do my best to tell Michael once I was ready.

That wasn't right now.

"Well, when you do try them on, we can sort anything out if it doesn't fit,"

"Okay,"

"Ash and Luke are gonna go soon, so you could maybe do it after,"

"Not today,"

"Okay," he said, putting lunch on my lap, "Still like your new hair?"

"Yeah. Thank you,"

"No problem... I'd rather leave it to the professionals after how mine went. I'm glad you like it,"

"Makes me feel a bit better,"

"Good,"

"Can you help me set up my new phone after lunch?"

"Of course! Is it okay for you?"

"Are you kidding? It's like a super new phone. Plus you don't take it from me," I said.

"You don't do anything that justifies that," he smiled, "You're a good kid!"

"Adult. And no I'm not,"

"You are. You are intelligent too,"

"You're just saying that to make sure I still look round schools," I mumbled.

"No I'm not. We are though, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Brilliant, it'll be fun,"

I shrugged snd turned my tv on, then watched it as I ate lunch. I rather liked Michael making food for me, as it took away some pressure, and made me feel a bit special.

If you had asked me about Michael two weeks ago I would've been harsh. I probably would've said he was cold, and rude, and just like mum and dad. That he didn't care about me, and was a snobby pretentious rich bitch.

He wasn't.

He wasn't any of those things (other than rich, probably. And sometimes a bitch)

Plus he did care about me, and I had very quickly come to care about him. I liked having a brother. Perhaps I kind of used to consider myself an only child.

After lunch, he helped me with my phone, then we laid and watched tv, but I mostly just rested in his side and thought about things. How I was nervous to look round schools, and whether I should be upset at Calum- or why mum and dad had changed their mind. People probably had questions.

"We are heading off now," Luke said, him and Ash poking their head into my room, "See you later,"

"Thank you for coming,"

Smiling, they left, and I looked up at Michael to see his expression- he seemed normal. It wasn't until Calum entered the room that anything changed, and I felt his breathing get slower as if trying not to explode.