My Cliche Love Story

Chapter 2

I walked out of the bathroom while tying my hair in a messy bun. I had got changed into a sweater and some trackies.

I grabbed my maths book and pencil case then chucked it on the table. I jump onto my couch and my brother comes and sits next to me.

"So....." He says making it awkward. I cock my head to the side, I glare at him then go back to normal.

He clears his throat and gets into a more comfortable position. I pull my legs into my chest and we just watch NCIS.

Ten minutes later our doorbell was rung, I walked to the door and Dylan stood there with a bag. I move to the side letting him in.

"Hi mate" Tyler says shaking Dylan's hand, Dylan shakes back and they smile at each other.

"I hate to be selfish and ruin your romantic moment but I would like to get this tutoring over and done with" I say. Dylan nods and walks after me.

I sit down at the dinning table and Dylan sits next to me. I move my chair away from him a bit and cross my legs.

"Okay what are you up to?" He asked me. I flip through the book trying to find the page. "Carter?"

"Oh sorry" I say stopping. I quickly get comfortable and cross my legs again. "We are doing, Ratios and rates"

"Okay" he says. He grabs a price of paper and puts in on my book. "Let's start with what do you use Ratios for?"

"Um... Scores?" I question what I said but Dylan nods. "That's all I can think of"

"Okay that's fine, I had a bit of trouble with these ones too" he says. I need he was lying, I'm not stupid. "you can also use it for mixing things like paint and making concrete"

"I should already of knew that I love art" I say. He looks at me with surprise.

"Your good at art?" He ask. I laugh and lean back in my chair.

"I said I loved art, not that I'm good at it" I say. I was smiling with my arms cross.

"She lying, she is awesome at drawing and painting" My brother says walking into the room. He grabs a soft drink from the bar fridge and leans against the bench. "You know the giant painting of world war 1 in the hall?"

"Yeah, I see it everyday" Dylan says. I cover my face because of what he going to say next.

"She designed and painted it by herself" Tyler says. I could feel their eyes on me. "She got all the talent from Mum and I got my talents from Dad"

"What's your talent?" Dylan asks Tyler. I chuckle.

"He is a computer nerd" I say. Tyler looks at me while putting his hand on his chest.

"I call it amazingness" he states. I smile and shake my head. "Okay children back to work!"

"I'm older than you" Dylan says.

"Not in my house" My brothers says walking out.

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"See you later!" I yell out to the boy walking down the street. I had just finish my tutoring, it was better than I expected it to be. Dylan made it fun.

"Okay Carter I think you should go and have a shower and go to bed" Tyler says walking into the hallway.

"Your not my dad" I say. He looks at me with a sad and tired look. "I'll go"

"Thank you" he says walking into the lounge room. He has been under a lot of stress lately.

My Mother and Father had died three months ago but Tyler was determined to keep going. He is still 17 but they let me stay with him, he has been taking care of me since.

He has bills, school and me. He way too over protective of me, I was caught with a boyfriend once and he look like he was gonna snap the boy's neck.

I still have that boyfriend cause he stood up to Tyler which he liked. Kyle my boyfriend, he is in the year above but still the same age as me.

All my friends like him except Brooke, she doesn't trust him. She has told me multiple times that she doesn't but I have been ignoring her about it.

I run up stairs and hop into the shower. The hot water was nice, it warmed up my cold back and made me feel fresh.

I put my Pyjamas on which was just sweater and pj pants with cupcakes on them. I crawled into bed and relaxed, it's gonna be a boring day tomorrow.

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^ pic is Dylan