🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 13: In Which They Await The Arrival Of Friday

(Marigold's Perspective)

When I got on the school bus Friday morning, Allison was already there waiting for me.
She smiled at me as I sat beside her.
She immediately took off her headphones.
"So, change of plans; you're gonna have to text me your address." she told me with a smile.
I made a confused face.
"I thought we were meeting at the record shop?" I said, perplexed.
"Originally, yes. But my big brother offered to drive me, and I don't wanna turn down an opportunity to spend time with him." she explained.
I took a second to think the plan through, and then shrugged with an understanding smile.
"Okay. Besides, my mom won't complain about getting to stay in bed longer." I told Allison. She giggled.
I took out my phone and texted Allison my address before texting my mom that the plan has changed and telling her what it's changed to.
Allison went onto her phone and looked at my text. She copied the address and pasted it into a message for a contact that said 😎🔪Andy🔪😎
"Is that your brother?" I asked as I watched her send the address and then send an additional message saying This is Marigold's address
"Yeah." she replied.
From the emojis she had in his contact name I could tell they seemed close, and I smiled at the thought that Allison had a close connection with a family member.
I'm an only child.
I kinda wish I had a sister. But I'm not sure if I'd rather have an older one or a younger one.
An older sister would cut me out when she hangs out with friends or goes on dates. I'd be known as the tagalong little sister. And she'd leave me to move away or go to college.
But if I had a little sister then she'd be the annoying tagalong little sister. And she'd probably be too young to understand that when I get sad, sometimes it's worse than normal sadness.
I don't know. It's a double-edged sword. Maybe solitude is best for me in terms of siblings.
It's alright. I like my alone time, anyhow.
"So is it just your brother or do you have other siblings, too?" I asked Allison, being mad at myself for not knowing this about her.
"I've got five siblings. A little sister, a little brother, and three older brothers." Allison explained.
"Wow." I said.
She nodded in agreement.
"You get along?" I asked.
"My little sister's a bitch. My little brother is annoying a lot of the time but he's okay when he shuts up. My youngest older brother is my favorite. He's always nice to me no matter what. My two other older brothers are twins and they can be assholes, but only in a little more than a normal sibling way." Allison explained.
"Oh. I see." I said in response.
I tried so hard to listen but I was getting confused. I listened, anyway.
"What about you? You got siblings?" Allison asked me.
"No." I answered.
She nodded to show she was listening.
"I think I wish I had a sister. I don't know, though." I admitted.
"Ah. Well, I think if you want a sister so badly you should take mine." she said jokingly with a smile.
We both laughed.
She opened her backpack and placed her headphones inside of it before putting the backpack on the floor of the bus.
We continued chatting the entire bus ride, not running out of things to talk about.
No awkward silences, barely even any pauses. We made eye-contact the entire time.
There's not a lot of people I feel comfortable making direct eye-contact with while I have a long conversation with them, but with Allison I didn't mind it.
We were sitting facing each other to talk easier, and I couldn't help but notice our kneecaps were touching because of the small amount of room on the seat.
I was blushing, but hoped Allison would think the blush was just makeup.
But soon– way too soon, we arrived at school, and it was time to go through our mindless cycle of work, walk to class, more work, walk to class again, etc. once more.