Mending The Broken Heart

6

The sunlight that seeps through the window and fell onto my face woke me up. As I try to regain consciousness, I can hear faint voices of someone humming what seems to be a pop tune from inside the shower. I'm guessing that's Emily. I try to graze around my bed in search of my phone and finally finding it when I moved my hand through under my pillow. I checked the time with my eyes, squinting to read it, it's 11am. About 5 hours of sleep, I guess that explains why I felt less like someone who got back from their death and more like someone who got enough sleep.

After a few minutes spent laying down my bed trying to absorb my surrounding, the faint humming became clearer and suddenly the droning stopped. "You're finally up, come on we have the 1 pm class remember?"

I groaned at her for reminding me about class but acquiesced in anyway, knowing that if I didn't, she'd probably call Bryan and told him about how I was slacking off. Which will probably leads to him calling me and lecturing me for hours on how I needed education and things like that which is far from pleasing.

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We got in class just in time for the 1 pm class, and of course the culprit is already there with 2 empty seats next to him, waving at us. Which leads to me groaning internally wishing he would let me off and not ask me about this morning.

Emily and I settled on the seat next to Andrew, with him in the middle and thankfully the class started before he could say anything. Saving me from having to come up with lame excuses to avoid further embarrassment.

As I tried to pay attention to the lecturer I felt someone nudged me from my left so I glanced at the figure. "How about tonight?" I sighed internally as the words left his mouth. I thought I asked him to give me time, does he seriously think 1 day is enough time for someone to change his mind about something like this? I ignored him, hoping that he'd understand that I don't want to talk about it and drop the subject altogether. Suddenly he prodded my left foot and as I was opening my mouth to tell him to stop, he continued, "They're leaving tomorrow at 1pm, and they were really hoping that they can meet you. Hoping is an understatement actually." He continued and his voice grew quieter nearing the end of his speech.

Oh.

Great now I feel like a jerk, given that I almost snapped at him for asking me to meet his lovely parents. I only nodded in response, feeling guilty that I couldn't even answer.

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When I got to the bus, I took one of the seats in the back and checked the time on my phone. It's only 4 pm, great. I let out a long sigh and I can feel myself relax at the thought. I have 3 hours until I'm supposed to go and meet Andrew's parents. I need to go home and make myself look a bit sprucer in front of both of his parents, there's no way I could go into a pretty fancy restaurant in a t-shirt and jeans. I don't really care about how I look but I do know that I need to look at least presentable when going to a restaurant. I texted a friend of mine, asking whether she could cover for me or not today. I sent the text hoping that he could or the manager would probably went berserk on me for not coming in. I received a reply almost instantly, saying 'Fine. You owe me big time for this.' I sent a thank you and promises that I'll cover for him this Saturday, I closed my phone and let out another sigh of relief.

And then it dawned on me, when was the last time I met Mr. and Mrs. Harper? It's probably more than 3 years, knowing that they were barely home when Andrew was still around. So I'm guessing it's been almost 4 years? Oh wait I did saw them for a moment when I went to the airport to say goodbye to Andrew. I guess that counts as seeing them – barely, but still. Then it means it's been 3 years as well since I last saw them. But when was the last time I actually talked or have a dinner with them? That was probably back at 7th grade. Why do they even wanted to see me? A lot can change in 6 years, and I'm pretty sure they haven't even heard of me, because why the hell would Andrew talk about me in front of his parents? I guess I'll find out soon enough.