Holding On (Janoskian Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Elodie's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and I didn't have work for the rest of the week which was a bonus. I looked to my right and saw Jess sleeping peacefully on my sofa. I got up and slowly walked out my room, trying not to wake Jess up. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I smelt pancakes and I followed the scent to the kitchen, where my Dad was making chcolate chip pancakes. I heavily breathed in and let out a sigh of happiness. My Dad spun around when he heard me and gave me a good morning hug.

I took over the pancake making from my Dad and made a three plates of pancakes with 3 pancakes on each. I handed one to my Dad, put one on the table for me and covered the other plate to keep them warm for when Jess came down.

I sat down at the table and started eating my pancakes, while talking to my Dad. Suddenly he said, "You look like your Mother more and more." It caught me off guard cause he hardly mentions her anymore. Ever since my Mum died in a car accident 2 years ago, he hasn't been the same. Sometimes he would look into space for ages and not talk, just think for a long time. I think he blames himself because he was with her when it happened.

I stared at him. "Thank you," I replied. It was a compliment when someone told me I was like her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. She had long dark hair and a heart shaped face. All her features were almost faultless and her eyes were the same as mine. Bright blue and her main feature.

Dad nodded at me and stared into space thinking. I would glance at him every so often but he remained in the same postion, just looking into the distance. We were both knocked out of our thoughts when the door bell rang. I stood up and went to the door, with Dad following behind me.

He opened the door and a man stood in the door way with a suitcase. "Sorry to bother you, but is this the Parkland Bed and Breakfast?" he asked, his voice deep and gravely.

"No, I'm very sorry, but it stopped being a B and B 3 years ago. However, there is a pub down the road that lets you stay the night," I said, smiling at the man apologeticly.

"Thank you," the man replied and quickly left, his suitcase rattling down the street behind him.

My Dad closed the door and sighed. It was beginning to get annoying at the amount of people coming to stay the night, thinking my house was a Bed and Breakfast. It was when I bought the house, but for some reason, people still think it is. It was definetly big enough to fit guests but I just bought it as a house.

My Dad and I walked back to the kitchen and finished our pancakes. "How long more are you staying," I asked, glancing up from my food.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," he said looking at me. He was only here visiting because he wanted to check up on how I was keeping up with money and bills. He still worried about me being alone, but he knew that Jess practically lived here.

He smiled and patted my head. "You're doing so well," he stated. "I'm proud of you, you know," he whispered, his eyes tearing. He blinked them back and stood from his chair. "Anyway, I have work to do, if you need me, I'll be in the guest room," he said as he dumped his plate in the dishwasher and walked to his room for his visit.

I carried on eating my pancakes, then I heard footsteps coming downstairs and I looked up to see Jess walk in rubbing her eyes. "Good morning!" I sing songed.

She giggled and sang it back. She glanced at my one remaining pancake and pretended to look upset. "Where's my pancakes?" she exclaimed.

I pointed to the covered plate and she skipped over to it and lifted up the cover. She took a massive whiff of them and sank into a chair and wolfed them up.