Fifteen Minutes of Life

Chapter Six

A/N: I haven't updated in so long I am so freaking sorry okay no one kill me love you all talk at the end bye xx. (Ps. Who doesn't love a good midnight update when you can't sleep right? Just me? Figures.)

We pull into my driveway within just a few minutes, considering the fact that I may or may not have been speeding. As I pull her into the safety of my garage, I revel in the sound of her purring. "Tiffany Rose Vargas, stop doing that!" Lewis says.

A smile creeps onto my face as I carefully turn her off. "Whatever, I do it when you aren't around." I shoot.

He rolls his eyes, knowing that I'm always with him. After watching him struggle to get out of my car, I sigh, "Would you like some help there?"

Lewis drops his head in defeat, "Yeah." he mumbles.

I shake my head and hop out of my baby. I take my time walking around the back of her, trying to drag out the time before I get to him. When I stand next to him, I watch him struggle for a moment, and then lean in and help him out. As soon as he gets out of the car, he lightly punches me on the arm. "What in the world was that for?" I ask him.

"That's for not working on my side of the car yet."

I stick my tongue out at him and smile, "Come on, let's get inside, maybe we could do something."

"Yeah yeah, let's go."

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"TIF WHERE IS YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE??"
"TOP SHELF, RIGHT SIDE."

"FOUND IT!"

I shake my head at Lewis' blindness, and softly smile as I remember my mother doing the same thing. I snap back out of it, and get situated on my couch. Without looking, I reach for my remote that's most likely stuffed in between the couch cushions. "LEWIS WHERE IS THE REMOTE?"

"IT'S NEXT TO THE LAMP. WHERE IS THE POPCORN?"

"NEXT TO THE HOT CHOCOLATE."

I don't get a response, that is until I hear a loud crash that sounds very distinctly like the hot chocolate falling from the countertop, and spilling all over the ground. "LEWIS WHAT WAS THAT?"

"NOTHING I DID NOTHING NOTHING HAPPENED DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT NOTHING HAPPENED."

I let out a loud laugh, and carefully remove myself from the warmth embrace of about seven blankets surrounding me. Once on my feet, I walk carefully to the kitchen, a place I haven't visited in awhile. "Wow, this place looks really clean." I comment.

"That's what I was thinking! I must compliment your parents on a good job when they return." he replies.

I shake my head, silently laughing at the fact that he still doesn't recognize my sarcasm. I walk to one of the many cabinets in the room, and grab a broom. Starting to sweep, I don't even realize I'm singing. "When the tides they drag you down, down under further than you've ever been. Oh, I don't know, and when the tides they pull you out, when the tides they pull you out, out so far. Lord teach me how to swim."

I hum the rest of the song, not even noticing my parents standing at the entrance of the kitchen. The thing that makes me look up is not them, no it never could be. The thing that makes me look up is the choking sound of my sister holding back tears. When I look up, I only see her kneeling on the ground, trying not to sob. I drop the broom and walk over to her. I gather her up in my arms and she wraps herself around me, holding tight like a viper. Her sobs only get louder the tighter I hold. My shirt soon becomes wet with tears, but it doesn't stop me from holding her. I rest my head on top of hers, and whisper silent meaningless nothings in her ears. Soon enough, she drifts off to sleep, and wordlessly, I get up and make my way to her room.