As we arrive at home Cindy grabs her stuff and says goodbye to my mum and I.
“Bye Cindy!”, I say and give her a hug.
“Bye Vani and .. good luck for tomorrow.”, Cindy says and smiles before she walks out of the door and closes it behind her.
I sigh and walk into the living room where I find my mum sitting on the sofa.
I sit down next to her.
“Uhm… mum…”, I start as she looks at me.
“Hm?”
“I.. Guess who I met today in the mall.”
“Uhm.. one of your old teachers?”
“Nope.”
“Uncle John?”
“No, gosh.”
“Then tell me, who did you meet?”
“My brother.”
After those two words nobody says anything. Mum just looks at me with her jaw dropped.
“Your..your.. what?!”
“My brother.”, I repeat.
“Which brother?”
“The son of dad. He’s around my age, a few months older.”
“Wow.”, is all she can manage to say.
She must be so shocked, I mean; her daughter just met the son of the man she used to love so much.
“What’s his name? Is he nice? What did he say?”, she wants to know, still shocked.
“His name is Luke Jones and he’s a really nice person. First we tried to find out if he’s really my brother and the answer is yes. We also found out that he’s older than me and he told me that he lives alone with dad because his mum left them.”, I explain and sigh.
What’s with all this sighing today?
And again, my mother just said “Wow.”
If I was her I think I also wouldn’t know what to do or say. Some mothers maybe would’ve cried but not my mother. She’s over him, what he does doesn’t interest her anymore. Mum don’t even interest other guys, she thinks they’re not good for this world and I’m the only person she really loves. Ok she also loved her parents but they’re dad. You know, old people have to die sometime.
We just sit there in silent, staring at each other.
After we talk a bit about it before I take a shower and blow my hair dry. Afterwards I pull on a shirt that goes to my knees. With that I make my way to my bed and grab my phone.I read through my recieved messages as the one that I recieved earlier cought my eye.
"I see you ;)"
Reading this sends shivers down my spine. How did I forget about the message?
And who the hell send it to me?! Actually this was kinda scary... because you know, this could be anybody. It could be one of the boys, some person I don't know or ugh, I have no idea!
Because where would the boys have gotten my number from? I didn't ever give them my number.
With trembling hands I write back, asking who he or she is.
"You'll see.", the person wrote, leaving me shocked and confused. Who is he? And what does he want from me?
With that thoughts I fall asleep.
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Cooking Love (1D FF) [paused]
Fiksi PenggemarVanessa Jones – just a normal 18 years old girl who loves to cook. When she applies for a job as cook she doesn’t know for who she would have to work, until she gets the job and finds out that she’s the new personal cook for the boys from One Direct...