Chapter Ten..
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I couldn't get that reoccurring image of Claire leaving out of my mind. She was angered with me, disappointed. I didn't know how else to explain to her that I had no part in Brooke showing up at our date. I wasn't the jerk that I seemed to be; I wanted to show her that I was, am different.
After she left I went back home and laid in bed, picturing the many ways of how the situation could've ended.
Had I not mention this to the guys, Brooke probably wouldn't have showed up and ruined everything.
Had Claire's mom not have called her, we would've been on our way home.
Had I just told her, that I like her too..
My mind soon began to drift and the sound of wooden slabs of the ceiling fan turning in counterclockwise motions became my lullaby.
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//ClaireIt was currently 10:46 a.m and I was still dressed in clothes I had worn from the day before. I sat in bed with my legs crossed beneath one another and observed the outcome of the previous night. Tear stained pillows, clothes that covered the entire surface of the wooden floor, and a very lonely and sadden girl suffering from heartbreak.
I wouldn't dare to step out of the house again. At least not today.
Yesterday was something I never wanted to remember ever again and the fact that he lives just across the street makes it even harder. I closed my eyes and laid back in bed."Claire, honey are you awake?" I hear my mother call from the opposite side of the door, "I made you breakfast, come down and eat so you feel better." I felt my stomach growling from desperate hunger. I hadn't eaten an actual meal since yesterday morning. I mean, unless fried fair food counts. I was just about to yell no when suddenly the scent of maple pancakes began to seep between the cracks of my door and linger in the air. My mouth began to water. Without another thought, I swiftly grab my eyeglasses from the bedside table, put them on and zoom out the door and downstairs to the kitchen table.
"Took you long enough," my mom says as she hands me a plate, "two fresh maple pancakes for Claire." I situate myself onto the stool below the kitchen island and with a light hand, drizzle the syrup over in zig-zag motions and begin eating.
"So I know that you had a rough night last night, honey." Oh, yeah that.
"But I think I have something that'll cheer you up." She smiles as she looks over my shoulder. I turn and there in the middle of the room stood my older brother Ethan who I hadn't seen in years.
"Ethan!" I yell. I ran into his arms that awaited for my grasp.
"Miss you, Laire" he says.We sat down in the living room and began to catch up on the four years that we missed together as a family. Ethan has been living in Europe for the past years, to "find himself" and "adventure to new areas to take in the foreign-ness," he says. I one hundred percent support him, but being over five thousand miles away from home isn't really something I support.
"I'll be staying at my friend Christian's apartment a couple of blocks over, so you guys wouldn't have to clear out my old bedroom to make room for me," Ethan says.
Chris...why does that name sound familiar?
"Are you sure you're going to be okay Ethan? Come over whenever you need anything hun," mom says, "there's an extra house key in the kitchen drawer if you need it."
"Thanks mom, but I guess I better get going. I still have a lot of unpacking to do, why don't you come over Lair! Chris doesn't get back until another hour, another pair of hands might get the work done faster? And plus, you might find something you'll like, I collected way too many souvenirs from all over Europe, maybe you'll find something!" he says.
Maybe this can help get my mind off of what happened the night before, "sure."
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I'm sorry its been so long since I updated!! This year has been so busy for me school wise. However I am using some of my free time to write up a chapter for you guys. But anyways please enjoy this chapter. I'm working on the next one and will hopefully release soon!xoxo,
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dreams (Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction)
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