Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

Anne and my father had called Harry and I down to the kitchen to discuss "important matters." I was slightly worried about what they wanted to talk about even though I probably shouldn't have been. I sat at the end of the table with Harry sitting opposite of me while Anne paced around the kitchen waiting for my father. My father always expected us to be on time but he was never on time himself, quite the hypocrite he was. Anne gave up on the pacing and took a seat next to me, shortly after my father entered the kitchen and flashed Harry a smile. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and bit my tongue from saying anything about his tardiness.

"So both of you are most likely wondering why I've called a family meeting," My father started to say with an odd smile.

Anne cleared her throat and gave my father a pointed look. "I think you mean why we've called a family meeting." I stifled my laughter with a snort, ignoring the glare my father was giving me.

"Yes of course. Anyways, Anne and I have decided that we'll be going out of town for the weekend," My father explained and I instantly groaned loudly.

"I don't want to go somewhere, I'd rather sleep," I whined while Harry just sat in his chair and didn't bother to say anything.

"Well Blake, if you didn't constantly whine I'd be able to finish. You and Harry won't be coming with us. I trust that both of you will be able to handle a couple of days without your parents," My father said with a smirk. At first I was excited at the thought of having the house to myself and not having any responsibilities but suddenly the realization came to me that I'd be stuck with Harry for two days.

"We'll be leaving in about one hour and coming back Monday night," Make that three days. I looked down at my crossed arms and refused to make eye contact with Harry but I could feel his stare glaring into me. I did not o cheeks. She rolled her eyes and ruffled his hair. I smiled at the cute gesture, wanting Dad to show me some sort of affection but knowing that he wouldn't. Anne nudged Harry aside and gave me a huge hug, giving me a warm feeling in my stomach. I was so grateful for this woman, there were no words to explain it.

"Don't have too much fun while we're gone but if you want to go out and treat yourself I left some money on your dresser," Anne whispered into my ear before pulling out of my embrace.

"Thank you so much, for everything." I felt myself started to tear up at the simple gesture. She thought about me and actually cared about me. I gave Anne a giant hug again and said a weak "thank you." Dad dismissed the meeting and sent us up to our rooms for absolutely no reason but I didn't complain because I was mentally exhausted. I shut the door to my room and lay on the bed, checking the time. It was currently 3:26pm so I decided that it'd be a good idea to take a nap. I shut my eyes and cuddled with my pillow but it didn't last long because my phone rang, signalling that I got a text. I groaned loudly and went to grab my phone from the night stand but missed completely and somehow ended up on the floor with a loud thud. I sighed at my clumsiness and opened my phone to show that I had a text from Grifyn.

*Grifyn: Don't forget about our plans for tomorrow :)

*Blake: How could I?

*Grifyn: I know, I'd be incredibly offended if you did

*Blake: How could I forget about a date with cute boy?

*Grifyn: Cute? Ouch, I thought I was more along the lines of handsome or attractive

*Blake: Don't flatter yourself too much honey :)

I smiled at Grifyn's cuteness. He seriously thought that I'd forget about the date tomorrow night. Pondering about what to do next, I realized that I hadn't watched a good movie in a while so I headed downstairs. I didn't hear anyone in the house so my parents must have left already, I plopped into the couch and opened Netflix, scrolling through the movies. I chose to watch "The First Time" because who doesn't love Dylan O'brien. Just as the opening scene started, Harry sat on the other end of the couch.

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