My Dads Best Friends Son

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I woke up to a silent house, I frowned. It had been six months. Six dreadful months of feeling alone. Six months of false hope that she might come back. We all hoped that she would, but we also knew deep down, she wouldn't. She had a new husband, and new children that weren't even hers. She didn't even try to stay in touch with us. My own mother left me to figure out everything on my own.

I curled up in the warmth of my bed. It was the only thing that I depended on at the moment. I missed the way my family once was, happy. I missed the smell of bacon filling my nose every morning, the boys arguing over stupid little things, my parents attempting not to laugh at their foolishness, and myself, yelling at them all when they awoke me from my slumber. Everything was different.

I slowly crawled out of bed, reaching for the door handle. The moment I opened my door, the smell of burnt food filled my nose, I walked to find my dad, stressfully trying to cook everything on his own.

"Clare, can you get the eggs?" He asked the moment he saw me watching. I nodded, walking over to the eggs to put them on a plate. I walked over to the dining room table. Finally, everything was done and I went to wake my brothers up.

I started with Alex, he was always the easiest. I walked into the dark room, he hugged his pillow tightly to his chest. I used to make fun of him for it, but I guess it makes him feel less alone. I walked up to him and flicked his nose continuously until he woke up.

I then went on to Drew, he was sound asleep. I walked over to his bed and shook his shoulder lightly. He opened his eyes and groaned. "Just eat then you can go back to bed." Was all I said, he didn't have to go anywhere, he never went to college and I doubted he was going to start anytime soon.

And atlast, Ryan. I walked into his dark room, and sat down on his bed. "Ryan?" I asked, he continues to sleep. "Get up," I ordered, shaking his leg roughly. "Shut up Clare," he grumbled, stuffing his face into the pillow. I pulled the pillow out from underneath his head, and took the blanket. "What the hell!" He screamed, his tired eyes filled with annoyance. I ran out of the room as he chased after me. He finally caught me after two minutes of screaming made up words. This was one of the few things that never changed, and I'm glad it didn't.

We all sat at the breakfast table, Ryan talked to dad, about sports. Alex talked to Drew about his college acceptance letters. I used to talk to mom about the latest drama with my friends, but she left me to sit alone in silence. I ate my burnt bacon and cringed as it hit my tastebuds. It was horrible, as usual. For every bite, I cringed. And I praised the lord when it was time to go to school.

"Love you Clare," dad said kissing the top of my head, "have a good day" I nodded and Alex, Ryan, and I walked out of the house. My brothers were all at least a head taller than me. I got my short figure from my mother, sadly.

We reached the school building and we all split off to find our friends. I sat down at a bench, the bench we always sat at. And it was one of the few things that would never change.

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If you haven't noticed, this is the rewrite to MDBFS. I hope it will have better results than the original, because let's face it, it sucks.

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