Pick The One... (COMPLETED)

Chapter 24 - Big Sister

Chapter 24 – Big Sister

Amy’s P.O.V.

I looked around the bakery, memorizing every single detail of it. Plain white walls, colorful displays, I already knew this place by heart. I sighed and looked pitifully at the blueberry cupcake that way sitting lonely on an ivory plate. What was taking Zayn so long? I rolled my eyes in annoyance; according to him, Rosie’s apartment or penthouse or whatever she was living in was just about the corner and there won’t be problems such as crazed fans. I looked at the cake-shaped clock above the entrance. 13.38. If he wasn’t moving faster, we’d lose the plain! My legs started to shake as a sign of my anxiety. I swear if that pretty boy screwed-

The bells placed near the door announced someone coming in. I recognized two silhouettes, a boy scanning the room with his eyes while holding a girl who was catching her breath. It was them. Finally. I stood up to make my presence easily to be noticed. Zayn quickly got the hint and showed Rosie the way towards my table. She froze and widened her eyes, but then furrowed her brows a bit. Zayn’s lips moved, but I couldn’t understand his words, maybe a question, but he didn’t need an answer anymore as Rosie ran to me and engulfed me in the tightest hug ever. I was a bit taken aback by my sister jumping on me and basically crashing me under her, but I happily hugged her back a second after.

God, I missed her so much. I always say that I hadn’t done things in ages, but hugging Rosie was one of the few things I literally hadn’t. My body started to slightly shake and tears suddenly burst out of my eyes as my mind was finally realizing what was happening. My sister was changed, I felt it. From the sophisticated scent of a very well-known (and expensive) perfume to the way she made her entrance, even in a rush. She was clearly a diva, a real star, and I couldn’t understand what had happened to the simple girl from a small town she had used to be years before. How could I miss such an important period of time in my sister’s life?

Our hug slowly turned into a holding-hands thing while we stared at each other in awe. If someone had told me that would be Rosie in a couple of years back in our late childhood, I would’ve laughed at them for the whole day; but seeing her now, right in front of my eyes, so changed and so real, didn’t make me laugh anymore. There she was, the currently Rosie Hart.

“You’ve grown so much…” Rosie whispered, taking in every new (for her) detail of me. I nodded, doing the same with her. “I can’t believe I missed so much, sis,” she shook her head as guilty for not supervising my growth 24/7. “You were busy,” I laughed, whipping my tears away. “That’s not a good enough excuse,” was her answer.

“Alright, ladies, as much as I hate this, we have a car waiting for us,” Zayn interrupted while savoring my cupcake. I gave him a playful scowling look but he just shrugged, like he couldn’t let it waste. We both started laughing while Rosie gave us strange looks.

“Amy, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at school or something? And how did you even got to know him?” she questioned. ”Zayn told me. Everything. And knowing you, you wouldn’t have the guts to call her, so here I am, trying to make you get in the damn car or we’ll lose the plain. And the schooled was robbed by some freak ex-teacher so we’re free the whole week.” I replied, amused. “Mr. Scotts?” she asked ads I nodded, laughing at the memory of all the weird stories Rosie told me about the Math teacher.

“Now that everything’s clear, let’s get in the car!” Zayn rushed, whipping his hands on the back of his trousers and motioning for us to go. I grabbed Rosie’s hand and led her outside where a nice Mercedes was waiting. Despite my sister’s protests and attempts to understand what was going on, I managed to convince her to follow me and we got through a pretty short car ride and the boarding formalities at the airport without many questions being asked. Zayn waved us cheerfully and winked at me, signaling me to inform him on every progress of our ‘plan’, and that was it. But as soon as we sat on our seats, the interrogatory begun.

“Can you please explain me where are we going, why are we on this plain and why did I have to leave my job and my life and follow you?” she demanded in a loud whisper. “Virginia Beach. Just take it as a little break. You work too hard, Rose, always have, always will,” I said with a shrug. Rosie suddenly gulped and sat back into her seat processing the information. “Come on, it’s not like you’ve been living most of your life there, is it?” I tried to lighten up the mood after 5 minutes of death silence. Rosie nodded her head slowly but then began to shake it furiously. Her eyes widened at whatever she was thinking and worry covered her expression.

“She won’t accept me, want me there. She will kick me out of the house the second I step in it. But it’s okay, I deserve it…” she confessed. “Rosie Jamie Hart, this is bullshit! You know she would never do this, to anyone,” I told her. “When did you start using bad words, Amy?” she said suddenly, getting over the subject as a sign of things getting better. “High school changes people,” I shrugged, then sit back in my seat and started searching for my headphones. “What?” Rosie said with a laugh. “Tell me, what else has high school changed about you?”

“Sit back and listen up, sis, because we have lots to catch up!” I started in my fake black woman accent. “Since you left, things have improved, a lot. The old town looks nothing like it used to be. There have been some arguments between the locals and we got a new mayor straight from the sunny Los Angeles, so basically he turned Virginia Beach into a vintage copy of LA. But it’s cool, you know, because people are getting more and more interested into coming here and there are new places opened. For example, you would totally love the new library and all the beach bars and the new Big Burger. I work there now and it’s weird because the walls are covered with your face in photos of you back when you were hired there. And people come and say stuff like ‘Can we have a picture with you and an autograph?’ and I’m like ‘Yeah’ although when I get home I’ve got a History project and a Spanish homework to do. I guess that’s how you felt at the beginning. Now, school’s going well. We have loads of new teachers who make jokes and are really cool with us. There are also more clubs to join and I am the main editor of the school’s newspaper. You should definitely read it, it’s amazing. I always get a copy for when you’re going to come and visit us. I would’ve sent ‘em to you, but I don’t have your address and you change your phone number too many times for us to keep up. Actually, I’m really glad Zayn looked through Jacks phone and contacted me because I was really going to ask myself if we would ever meet again. I didn’t tell her anything, I bet she’s freaking out right now, but we’ll be home soon. Anyways, I can’t wait to show you my new room, it’s actually your old one, but improved! And how have you been?” I basically told her my life, occasionally stopping to take a breath and to continue.

“As much as it will shock you, not as well as you. All I do is run from a photo shoot to a studio session to an interview and finish off the exhausting day with a concert, and the next weeks have nothing to do. I really miss my old life, but I would never change the way things are right now. I’d like to be more with you, guys, though. You don’t know how much I miss you and I blame myself for treating you like this, but I’m always tied up in my apartment as most of my events are last minute or nobody had bothered to inform me about them. And, for the record, I did call her today, for a second, and she sounded very scared, so you’re in big trouble when we step in the house.” I laugh.

“Maybe, but I’ll at least have my big sister with me.”