It's All About the Wings. Isn't It?

Chapter 3: Long Time, No See

Chapter 3: Long Time, No See

"Luka!" my mother called waking me from my pleasant, deep sleep. "Luka! Wake up. Rise and shine. Get out of bed." She was downstairs but man, that woman was loud.

"I'm up, Mom. Stop yelling," I yelled. 

"Well, breakfast is ready and someone is here to see you."

I knew it was probably only Tarzan, so I would just go down in my boxers. Rubbing my eyes groggily, I walked downstairs into the kitchen. Instead of seeing Tarzan I saw someone else. A girl, my age, 16, sitting at the table eating breakfast. At first I didn't recognize her. But, the strawberry-blonde hair and the sprinkle of freckles gave it away. "Good Morning. Thanks for putting pants on." she said sarcastically. Oh shit. 

"In my defense, I didn't know it was you, Ash."

"I changed it. My name is now Siobhán, but everybody calls me by my last name: Lilac. And, seriously, Luka? Christmas boxers with The Grinch on them?" I smiled, embarrassed a little. "I bet you've also got Homer Simpson ones too. And Family Guy," she smiled.

"Luka," my mom chastised, "I told you someone was here. Why didn't you put some clothes on?"

"I thought it was Tarzan," I said helplessly.

"You would wear those clothes, no clothes," she corrected herself, "in front of other people?"

"My best friend, Mom." I said, trying to make her realize that it was no big deal.

"Whatever, I'm just going to go to the Market to buy some juice, and food for dinner. You two try to behave." I rolled my eyes at the last part and speared a piece of french toast.

"So," said Ashley, or rather Siobhán, "long time no see. Huh?"

"Ya," I replied, "it's been like six years. I can't believe we were ten when we last saw each other."

"I know right. So aren't you wondering why I'm here?"

"I'm dying to know," I said with a bored expression on my face. 

"Hmph," she pouted, "Tarzan talked to me. He told me you needed help. I am your best friend. Tell me the problem."

"That asshole. I can't believe him. He told you?"

"What's wrong with that? Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your best friend too."

"He makes my love life so public."

She snorted, "Love life? Public? I've known you since we were four. Tarzan telling me is not making your love life public. It's not even love. What you call love is more like an infatuation." She rolled her eyes.

"It's not an infatuation. I'm in love."

"Love doesn't exist."

"You're cold."

"No, I'm just above loving others," she stated matter-of-factly. 

"Well, I believe in love, and I'm in love."

"Yeah. And I'd tap Gerard Butler." I laughed lightly. I knew she did not believe me, and that she was being very sarcastic, and that she would never, ever sleep with Gerard Butler (she hated him).

"Wait, you don't love me?" I asked, acting heart-broken. 

"No," she said bluntly. "So, can I meet her?"

"Her?"

"No way! It's a him?"

"No. No it is not. I didn't know who you were speaking about."