Same Stars

Chapter 27

To the people who read my crap.

The rain poured again, but now I'm already back in the yard of my habitat, ready to apologize for snapping at them. I don't regret my language for that girl though. "You're back." My father pushes his chair back, they all moved from the living room to the dining table, but the food seems untouched. They waited?

"Yes dad, and I'm sorry for the way I acted a while ago. It wasn't mature of me and I definitely had no control of the situation." [ :O No ControooooOOOOOL]
I must admit my hands are sweaty as fuck.

"It's alright, we understand." His arms were about to go for a hug but eh... "Dad my clothes are wet." If I don't change anytime soon I'll be sick, I know it.

"Get your ass up there and change, we'll have dinner." He grins and yes, he's quite aged now, his wrinkles showing.

"I already had dinner." I forgot to mention Zayn walking me back halfway and talking to me about his life. It was unfair if I didn't tell him mine so I spilled everything out, and he said:

"Whenever you need me for advices, I'm just a text away and I'll probably just be somewhere scribbling on your wall again." I gave my phone number to him, don't judge me.

"Alice, I asked you."

"Uh-what." My attention went back to my father who looks as if I just stole shit food from the garbage. I didn't catch the question but my father is way too predictable and I already figured it out.

"My friend who actually happened to be around, offered me dinner. But of course not in their home but at McDonalds." I said while walking up the staircase "I badly need to change dad. Be right back."

"Okay." He muttered.

Having an unexpected brother is not so bad, is it?

As I opened my room, my mouth was wide open for the second time today. On my bed there was a big penguin stufftoy, two guitars, lots of bags and boxes in the room. My room was already messy and these came in? What the fuck.

We have a guestroom right? That fourth room downstairs... ugh that's the laundry room... he could use the basement... not.

Let's face, it I'm hopeless.

Now I better change before something even worse happens. Add a warm bath in, I need it.

Just when I was enjoying the water, something strange was rambling outside. The sound of boots against the hard wood, then came sounds of boxes falling.

First of all, he cannot get in my room without removing his footwear. The struggle of vacuuming and scrubbing it is real man. Second, the space better be enough for me to lay when I'm feeling tired or shit. Because I'm not even over him sleeping in my room.

I still feel a little bit anxious. What if he disarranges my things, it's almost like I feel the need to check on him.

I grabbed my robe, covering my body, and wore my fuzzy panda slippers. I opened the door slowly and saw my drawer being opened.

My pictures.

"No, no that can't happen." I just hope my pictures are still there, for the record I don't share them. To my friends even.
Shit they aren't here and that guy isn't around here.

"What can't happen?" The dude happened to be leaning on a wall. What's his name again, Loki?

"Give me those back." I literally stole it from his hands and the photographs fell down the floor. "They're actually good." Inside my brain I make gagging noises and really just missed the fact that he complimented my work. That doesn't seem right.

Despite the fact that I'm furious about him moving in it's never right to just hate him for no damn reason. I stood up with the photos in my awkwardly huge hands, still in disarray. "Thank you." I spoke in a neutral voice.

I just hope he didn't see the photos of Harry, he was sort of my main subject. He barely even knows I have snapshots of him "Your photos really showed candid shots and it even makes the viewers feel the happiness within it." This is exactly why I hate compliments, I have no idea as to how to deal with it.

"That guy who kept appearing-" great job satan. "Who is he?"

I just want to go like "You're a nosy little bitch aren't you?" But I seriously have to filter my words.

So I went on choice number two "I don't think it's the perfect time to talk about that." I say as my leg pushed the drawer shut.

"Oh-okay. I guess I'll have to ask you again when it's okay." No shit, Sherlock.
"Sister." He muttered to himself. I swear my heart stopped a little bit, it felt odd that someone called me that.

After I changed my clothes, I know I need a talk with dad. Every time something doesn't turn out good he comes into my bedroom and speaks to me, counseling and working things out. But it would be awkward if he talks about it in front of him, so I decided that I talk to him downstairs. I feel a little bit refreshed now, and I don't feel the need to act so immaturely. I'm ready to accept reality and welcome this idiot in my room.

He's made up his bed on the floor in a short period of time, his arms folded behind his head and already sounding off sleep. It's just about the right time to talk to dad since we won't be bothering him when his name is mentioned.

And no, I don't remember his name whatsoever.

I closed the door carefully, so his sleep won't come to a halt, and walked to the living room where as expected, my father is sat. "Dad I need to talk to you." I said while rubbing my hands on my jeans.

"I know." He pats on the side of the couch for me to sit, "I'm sorry it shocked you. About him coming into our family, even I myself was shocked."

Yeah, by the way where did the girlfriend go? I looked around the house but there's no sign of her, she must've left. "-Alice" my attention goes back to him. I swear sometimes I feel as if I have ADHD.

"I'm sorry. Did you know him before or just now. Dad I want to know the whole story,I- I don't want to go on tomorrow missing a detail and end up I finding it out myself."
"Okay, I'll tell you everything." He sighs before speaking again. "It started on a weekend in May, I was looking for attention needed intervention. Felt somebody looking at me, with a powder white complexion, feeling the connection. The way she looked was so ridiculous, every single step had me waiting for the next. Before you knew it, it was serious. Dragged me out the bar to the backseat of the car."

I gave him a scowl "Not that thing."

"Okay, okay. I wasn't lying though, but what I remember was I was drunk. Because my new invention was a failure, as always." It's not.
"She sat beside me, Liz, she was a soulful woman. I was young and reckless, alright. And we did the dirty." Save it for later Richard. My arms were crossed on my chest as he continues.

"And the next morning I was running away. Not because of last night but because I had an appointment. It happened in Seattle, so I never saw her ever again. But then today, Luke appeared on my door." Luke.

"He held out a piece of paper, with our address on it. His mother gave her a letter before she died, which was a month ago. And." My brow pulled up.

"He's going to stay here for his second year of college."

College?

My position was quick to change at the mention of college. "-But dad I don't even think we have enough money to pay the bills."

"He's a working student. I only said he'd stay here, her mother must've left him money to finish his studies." I breathed out in relief, I wouldn't want my father to take two jobs at once and I definitely don't approve of him working his ass off.

"Thank you dad. I appreciate that you're brave enough to say it all" I scooted next to him, and had my arms wrapped around my father in comfort. He does the same and kisses my forehead.

"Anytime princess."

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