Chapter Two
We all piled into Aunty Tianna’s seven seater car. Freya and I plunged for the two seats at the back, leaving Mum, Fausto and Emma taking the three middle seats as Dad bagged the passenger seat and Aunty Tianna was driving of course. Freya’s Dad was at work and we wouldn’t be seeing him until late that evening.
The hour long drive to their house only seemed like a minute since Freya and I were engrossed in our talk, sometimes in whispers and other times louder than an elephant, throughout the whole journey.
“…And, and then I can take you bowling or something, it’ll be so much fun.” Freya’s excitement portrayed through the tone of her voice and from how fast she was speaking. She was naming place after place in a matter of seconds.
“Oh my God! Seriously, now I can’t wait!” I squealed, reciprocating the way she felt. I reached over and hugged her with the same excitement.
“Girls calm down, you have six weeks of each other,” Mum laughed. Her long brown hair, which she styled in organised curls, bounced around her teardrop shaped face as she turned to look at us. Her grey eyes glistened with happiness. And why shouldn’t she be happy? She got to see her twin sister after so long. I heard, when they were younger they were inseparable.
“Is that even long enough? Only six weeks in this amazing place, only to return to my dull, old boring life in Spain without Freya! It’s so unfair, how could you keep Freya and me apart for this long?” I moaned with a hint of humour in my voice.
“Yeah, how could you?” Freya backed me up, crossing her arms around her chest in all seriousness.
“Hey, hey blame your father, not me! Your father is in charge of your holidays, I just come along to relax,” Mum defending herself, pointing towards Dad who was previously engaged in a conversation with Aunty Tianna. This earned Mum a few laughs from Freya and I.
“Alana, well I never! In a time like this, us, parents need to stick together,” Dad pouted in mock horror through the rear view mirror. “And besides, it’s not my fault my mother decided to move to Australia.”
“Sorry Dave but siding with you has never helped me, in fact you put us into deeper holes usually,” Mum fought her corner and I cheered her on.
“Okay, that may be true but, hey, Freya saw you when you were a few weeks old. She was a year and a half years old at the time,” Dad retorted. Everyone erupted into laughter at Dad’s lame attempt, even Emma who took her headphones just to listen to this argument for entertainment. I smiled as I heard that familiar laugh of hers because it’s been weeks since Emma smiled let alone laughed. This is a good sign.
“That hardly counts Dad,” Emma spoke up through a giggle. “Neither Freya nor Igg – I mean, Ignacia remember that. I don’t even remember for that matter.”
My stomach fluttered in sadness as I realised Emma began to use my nickname but then prevented herself. Oh, how I wish to hear her say it with the same love it used to hold.
“What do you have to say for yourself now, Dave?” Mum added with triumph, giving Emma a high five. I love the relationship my family hold, well used to hold back when Emma and I were close. How we all wouldn’t be afraid to put it on another member of the family, including our parents, and how none of us really took most of it to heart. We’re all still like that, the difference being Emma and I rarely talking to each other.
Suddenly Warzone by The Wanted filled the air of the car and everyone fell silent.
“Sorry, that’s my phone,” Freya laughed at the silence and I soon joined in. “You guys should continue talking amongst yourselves. I’ll just get that.” The others began a new discussion.
Freya fished out her purple blackberry from the back pocket of her grey skinny jeans and quickly glanced at the screen, where her eyes lit up, before she answered.
“Hey.” She softened her voice as she spoke into the phone, a smile plastered to her face. She was silent for a while as she listened to the person on the other side, where I could hear a muffled voice. “So, are we still up for today?”
There was more silence on her part as she nodded with agreement, although the person on the other side couldn’t see.
“Oh, that’s a shame.” Freya’s smile turned into a frown. “She was looking forward to meeting you…Oh course I was too…Oh, what do I tell her now?...Actually, that might be a better idea. Great, I’ll let her know. See you later then.” As she spoke into the phone, her cheeks changed to a beet red colour, but soon returned to their original pale white colour as she put her phone down.
“So, who was that?” I perked, as I reached over and placed the back of my hand on her cheek only to remove it instantly as it was boiling.
“What was that for?” She stared at the hand I had placed on her cheek.
“Oh, no reason. But whoever is was, you like them, right?” I whispered with a giggle. I don’t think Freya wants others to hear this.
“What? How did you know that?” She was shocked yet managed to keep her voice in whispers.
“I’m psychic!”
“No, seriously.” She slapped my arm with a laugh.
“Your cheeks turned red when you were speaking into your phone and when I touched it was really hot. You were blushing,” I pointed out, still giggling like a five year old.
“Oh God! Was it that obvious?”
“I don’t know, but I’m told I’m very observant,” I replied, hoping it would help. “Who was that anyway?”
“Zayn.” She blushed once again but covered her face with her hands.
“That’s kind of cute. Does he know?”
“I don’t know.”
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