The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us | Chapter Three

Do you ever get those days, when you just don't want to open your eyes, because you know it's gonna be a bad day?

Well, those days are my weekends. School is my escape, I get to be--almost--free. While the weekends are fun and adventurous to most high schoolers, mine very much isn't. I have to get up at nine in the morning, cook breakfast, wake everyone up, eat, wash dishes, start washing clothes, ten or fifteen minutes of free time, fix a small lunch, wash more clothes, start making dinner, and then maybe I get to do something at the end of the day. Around seven or so.

I sighed and got up, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I went to Casey's room, knowing she's already up, I got her out of her bed and rested her on my hip. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked her, yawning.

"Pancakes!" She yelled.

"Shhhh." I said, "Everyone is asleep. How about French toast, eggs and bacon? Sound good? You always want pancakes." I muttered, she pouted then eventually nodded.

"Okay, you wanna watch tv while I cook?" I ask her when we get to the living room.

"No, I wanna help." She argued, she's grumpy in the morning and has to have her way.

"Whatever. Come one." I said, my feet dragging across the cold floor. I love cold floors, I don't know why. But I do.

"Get the the eggs, Case." I ordered, getting the cinnamon and sugar from the cabinet. She opened the fridge and carried the eggs shakily over to me. I smiled and thanked her, cracking them into a bowl and adding milk, cinnamon and sugar. I sighed and realized that there wasn't any bread.

"Fuckkk." I said quietly.

"Bad word." Casey muttered. I rolled my eyes and dragged Casey back up the stairs with me.

"Dad." I whispered, shaking him softly.

"Wha?" He groaned. I rolled my eyes.

"I need to go to the store. We need bread. And I need money." I whispered back.

"Get a ten from my wallet. And only a ten. The keys are on the hook." He said, turning over and going back to sleep. I sighed and grabbed fifteen out of his wallet. I can accidentally on purpose grab a five, right?

"Let's get you some clothes on, yeah?" I said to Casey when I left his room.

"Where are we going?" She asked, putting down her crayon. "To the store." I muttered, pulling a dress out of her drawer.

"Here." I said, beckoning her towards me. I put the dress on her and put some sandals on her feet. "Let's go." I said, putting her on my hip and grabbing the keys.

I put Casey in her car seat and got in, wrapping my hair into a messy bun before hitting the road.

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I pulled Casey out of the car and sat her on my hip, until we entered the store. I put her into the seat on the buggy and pushed her. I halted to a stop when a familiar scarred jaw caught my attention. Well well well, looks like Aston is going to have the worst day of work in his life.

"Hi, sir. You mind telling me where the bread is?" I asked, tapping on his shoulder. Taming myself from freaking out, this is the first time that I've actually touched him. I seen him tense up before turning around, his face instantly morphed into a glare before he ignored me.

"Hello? Sir? I need your help." I said, he turned around again and said some very nasty words, that instantly became sexy when they exited his mouth.

"Fuck off, Penelope."

I gave him a taken aback stare. "How dare you! What vile words." I stifled a laugh into my arm.

"Aston." I said in a sing song voice. "What have you been up to these days? Been reading that book some more?" I asked, leaning on him.

"Sissy..." Casey muttered, oops. Totally forgot. "Aston! This is my little sister Casey. Casey say hi to Aston." I said, Casey frowned and tilted her head to the side.

"You and Ver-Ver were talking about him!" She exclaimed, pointing at him when he stood up and looked at her. My eyes widened and I looked at Aston, hoping that somehow, some way, that he didn't hear that.

"Been gossiping about me, eh? And Hi, Casey." He said, a slight smile on his face when he addressed my little sister.

"Psh. No." I said awkwardly. Thanks Casey. I love you and everything, but seriously?

"Hmm. Yeah sure. And, though I'm sure you already know, the bread is right there. See you at school Penelope." He said, looking at me with a departing smile and walked away. I sighed and glared at Casey.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Nothing." I sighed. She's so lucky she's only two.

I grabbed the bread and took Casey out of the buggy, the only reason I put her in there is because she is really heavy now, and I don't need one of my arm muscles to be bigger than the other. That's really weird. On so many levels. I quickly paid for the bread and got back outside, seeing Aston now outside, gathering buggies to put back inside.

"Thank you for your help young sir!" I yelled at him. Thank god it's too early for everyone to be out. Otherwise I would've been embarrassed as hell.

"Penelope, you're only like seventeen or eighteen. Shut up." He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Still rude as always." I said, closing the door after I put Casey in. But you know, after everything goes smoothly for a while, something bad always has to happen.

I closed my fucking fingers in the damn door. "Ow, stupid motherfucking bitch, dumbass whore!" I yelled, cradling my hand towards my chest.

"What happened?" His voice asked, jerking himself away from the long line of buggies and coming to my aid. My knight in shiny fucking armor. Aka a work uniform.

"I smashed my fucking fingers in the door." I hissed, blowing on them.

"Oh. You'll live." He said, grabbing my hand and looking at my fingernails, that were already turning purple. He started to run my sore fingernails softly, as if knowing what to do.

Oh my god. He's touching me. I gulped and took my hand out of his touch, forgetting about the pain. He frowned and looked up, as if realizing what he done. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "Sorry." He muttered, going back to his buggies.

"See you Monday!" I yelled.

"Yeah." He said faintly.

I sighed and got into my car, starting the car, then letting the engine die, I hissed and made Casey kiss my fingernails. "What happened?" She asked, kissing them again.

"I smashed them in the door." I said.

"Oh. Can I play on your phone?" She asked, reaching for it.

"as long as you don't throw it." I said, remembering when she used to do that when she was younger.

"I won't, sissy." She muttered, rolling her eyes. She probably learned that from me. It's probably best that I don't sigh and roll my eyes in front of Her anymore.

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Pretty short, just like a filler chapter, I suppose.

So, my updates will be pretty frequent, considering that I have no life and don't sleep at night. You're welcome.

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