The Lost One

6. This Is New. (edited)

Song of the chapter- Welcome To Japan by The Strokes. I listened to this song pretty much the whole time writing this chapter.

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When parked my old Chevy, I stepped out onto the gravel driveway and took a breath. Looking to my new house, the windows were dark, the porch light on for me. I pulled out my keys and opened the oak front door. Surprisingly, my Nana was awake, sitting on the sofa surrounded by unopened boxes, remnants of our last home. "How'd it go?" She asked, looking up when I walked in the room. 

"Eh. It went okay," I tried not to blush remembering some of the girls who kissed me, especially Lidia, who made a show of dominating me. Admittedly, the feeling was... intoxicating. No one had ever kissed me that way. "I think they like me."

Nana stood up, crossing her thin arms in front of her fluffy purple robe. The fabric seemed to swallow her aging form. She had taken a shower and she looked cold as her hair was still damp. I pulled her small frame into my warm embrace. "Nana, you're cold. You must be tired, there was no point in staying up for me. It's," I looked at the clock that was on the bare coffee table and wasn't hung up on the wall yet, "four fifteen in the morning. Go to bed. I love you." I kissed her cheek as she smiled kindly.

"I just wanted to be here when you got back in case you were hurt or drunk or..." Her hand touched my chin tilting it up to get an eyeful of my hickey. She smirked a little but didn't say anything about it.

I smiled, caressing her small, wrinkled hands in mine. "Nana, you know I don't drink, so don't be worried. Sleep, I'll see you later after my short hibernation." We were in the dark hallway now. I quietly opened her door for her, revealing a dark room full of boxes and a neatly decorated bed. Grandpa Bob was sleeping, quietly snoring into the quiet room. I tucked Nana into the covers and kissed her cheek once again before leaving to get some much needed sleep.

*****

"Fuck..." The evening sun sauntered through my window, waking me up from my groggy sleep. "Fuuck..." I repeated again, for the same reason.

I fumbled for my phone, finding it under the covers at the foot of my bed. It was around seven in the evening. Just then my stomach reared it's ugly head, demanding food. "Fuck."

"That your new favorite word?" Connor's voice came from the doorway.

"It is this morning. What do you want?"

I sat my phone down on the bed beside me as I rubbed my face and eyes soothingly. Connor leaned against my doorway casually. "Just making sure you got home. I took dad's truck and went and got the bikes. They're in the garage. Here," he tossed my leather jacket onto my bed. I had left it on my bike seat.

"Thanks. Do we have any food?"

Connor shrugged his shoulders. "Got a hundred pounds of brisket and steak and an equal amount of sides and potatoes filling all of the fridges and freezers."

My stomach growled angrily again and I leaned forward in mock pain. "Bleh..."

"Yeah I feel like that too. I woke up like a hour ago with the worst fucking headache. I'll leave you alone." He chuckled, shutting the door behind him. He respected my demands to always close the goddamn door after leaving. He had the same pet peeve. Mom never shut doors when leaving a room and it pissed us both off.

I got up and pulled on an oversize sweatshirt that belonged to my dad. I don't remember when I borrowed it but I never gave it back and he said he didn't mind my having it. I also found a pair of jean shorts and made sure they were long enough to cover my tattoo from sight.