Only Fools (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Two.

It was Tuesday and I was currently just laying in bed, trying to forget about all the stupid homework I had to do. Ugh, why were teachers always mean to me? I never did anything in class. Well, I guess that's why they give me a shit load of homework anyway, but the problem is that each teacher gives me five pages, thinking I had nothing to do at home and in the end, it all piles up. Like excuse me, I have a life. At least, I think I do. Hah.

A bang on the door startled me and I raised my head off the pillow, "Yo, sis! I'm gonna go eat out with my friends. Want me to bring anything before I come back?" I recognized Matt's voice from behind the closed door, he seemed like he was in a rush.

I thought about it. I mean, people always wanted things but never actually needed them. I wondered if the things I had were actual necessities or just things that I wanted. Looking around, I found nothing that could be labeled as something important in life except for a few things.

"Charles, I asked if you wanted something not the list of things that you want for Christmas." A smile crept into my lips at my ridiculous brother.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get me a cheesecake or something." What can I say? Nothing could beat my love for cheesecakes. Matt chuckled at my request and I heard his footsteps fading before the front door slamming.

I plumped my head back down onto the pillow, relaxing. Letting out a sigh, I laid on my side. My hands found the fluffy extra pillow, which I slept with, and my hands wrapped around it, pulling it closer and feeling it against my body. I closed my eyes and imagined warm skin against my own, heartbeats syncing, minds drifting, eyes staring, hands exploring and lips meeting. It all felt like a dream. Something you could only picture in your head, not something that would actually happen. A part of me wanted it to happen so badly, it drove me insane. I wanted someone to love me unconditionally, without any limits. I wanted someone to comfort me and hold me close in lonely nights. I wanted someone who could know that something is bothering me without even trying. I sighed again and buried my face deep into the top of the pillow while in my mind it would be a lover's shoulder. I tightened my grip around the pillow while in my imagination it would be someone's waist. But, of course, all good things have to end and mine was interrupted by soft knocks on my door.

I groaned. For fuck's sake, can't I just be left alone for once? I rolled out of my bed and opened my door, "What the hell do you-- Uh, dad?"

Dad just gave me a stern look before brushing past me and sitting on my bed, "You should really take care of your language."

I blinked, still facing the door. My dad never comes up to my room. Neither does he lecture me about my language. Something is off, way off. Firstly, mom doesn't tell me what she told him, Matt and Manda. Now, he just barges into my room and lectures me about cursing. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath then opened my eyes and turned to face dad, determined to know what's going on.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah. I'm sorry 'bout that." Walking to my bed, I plopped down next to him and asked him carefully, "Not to be rude or anything but what are you doing here, dad?"

His eyes wandered around my room awkwardly, trying to avoid my questioning ones, before finally looking at me. "Well, I just wanted to check up on you and maybe join me to go grocery shopping for some things your mom wants."

I furrowed my brows and gazed down at his outfit. A beige polo shirt and khaki shorts. He kinda reminds me of those zookeepers but the only thing he's missing is a jungle hat now. The thought of my dad wearing that made me crack a smile and he looked at me weirdly so I just nodded and told him I'll be down in a few.

After changing into a simple black hoodie and maroon skinny jeans, I trotted down the stairs and saw my mom whispering excitedly into the house phone but then she stopped and walked away once she realised I was looking.

I just raised my eyebrows at her and shrugged. Whatever she's hiding will soon be out of the bag, I didn't need to worry too much. For now, I just want to see what has my dad's panties in a knot. Or is it boxers in a knot? Eh, whatever.

"You ready?"

I finally noticed that my dad was standing in front of me the whole time. Talk about awkward.

I looked down at my outfit of choice then back at him, "Yep."

"Okay. I'll start up the car, go to your mom and take the shopping list from her."

I pouted at the thought of going all the way up the stairs just to get a damn piece of paper but nodded at dad and did it nonetheless.

The door was already open so I didn't need to make a dramatic entrance. Walking into the room, I scanned around the fairly big room for my dear mother but to no avail. "Mom? Mooooooom?"

"Yeessss, Charlie?" I heard her muffled voice mimicking mine from behind the bathroom door.

"Where's the shopping list? Dad and I are gonna go get the stuff." I said, looking at the messy bed. Tsk, they tell us to make our beds but they don't even do theirs. Fucking hypocrites.

"Oh, it's on my bedside table."

I sighed, running my fingers through my unkempt hair before walking towards the small table at the corner of the room and grabbed the paper that clearly says 'Shopping list' with mom's neat handwriting on it but then saw the edge of a paper poking from her drawer. So, being the curious and nosy person that I am, I pulled it out and inspected it.

It was an envelope with 'For my dear Mrs. Carlyle' written perfectly on the back, looking as if it was a letter from the 19th century.