Big White Lie

Chapter 1 - J-j-j-jamie

Chapter One

I woke up in Bliss’s room, her short fluffy blanket covering me; I grab my phone and found five missed calls from mom. She’s probably just calling about what we ate or something.

She’d gone off to London for some meeting and left me and Bliss with the stupid maid who can’t even cook an egg. I head straight to my room’s bathroom and took my shirt off, Bliss made my shirt into a tissue and wiped her tears and snot on it from last night.

Bliss had stopped the nightmares for a while but i guess it’s coming back, the nightmares started when my dad died, Bliss and he were the closest in the family and Mom and I usually kept to ourselves.

It’s been 2 years since he died but I think Bliss still misses him, she would constantly sit in Dad’s old tattered reclining chair that reeked of coffee and ham. I think mom misses him too sometimes because she’d sometimes call me Rick which isn’t even close to my name, but some people do say that I looked a lot like him except for the eyes, but hey! Old man ain’t so bad with the looks.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and saw two cold grey eyes staring right back at me.

“Shit happens” I tell myself, splashing cold water on my face. I walk to the kitchen, head phones on blasting All Time High’s ‘Six Feet under the Sky’.

“Luke!” Bliss shouted, her bright face smiling at me and in front of her was a steaming hot bowl of Creamy Onion Soup, I place my headphones on the top shelf and grin widely and walked towards her direction.

“Did you make this for me?” I ask very sincerely.

She smiles and crosses her arms, “No”, she laughs at me and takes the bowl while skipping happily to her room. I snicker and grab the carton of milk and Cherry-O’s from the counter. I could hear the front door open then close, it was probably Melinda, the house-keeper.

“You know Mel; you don’t have to come every day since you don’t really do that much shit around here.” I shout, grabbing a spoonful of cereal and stuffing it in my mouth, the swinging door leading to the kitchen opened, I turned around, the bowl in my arms and a spoon in my mouth.

“I-I-I’m so sorry!, but uh…Mom…I mean Melinda told me she couldn’t come today so I uh… told her I would take her place instead” a girl said, she does look a bit similar to Melinda, she had a hand-knit baggage in her right hand and a small beat up suitcase in the other.

She kept her head down and looked as though she saw someone in the middle of having sex. Then I suddenly remember not having a shirt on but only my boxers. Melinda never really minded me going around the house like this or well… she usually wasn’t around when I went into a room.

“You didn’t really have to come if you didn’t want to, I don’t mind, really. You can go back home if you want.” I told her, I sat down on the counter behind me and placed the cereal bowl in the sink. Her head quickly rose but sank back down again.

“No! I have to stay, it’s really fine with me” she said, her head still down. I laughed a bit at her and got off the counter.

“What’s your name?” I held out my hand.

She looked at my hand and shook it “Jamie.”

“You can call me Luke, your room’s down the hallway, the 3rd room to the right.” I took the baggage from her hands and carried them down the hallway “I’ll carry them for you”

“Oh! You don’t have to do that at all!” She tried to stop my hands but I insisted, she smiled and just followed me down the hall. I opened the door to Melinda’s room, it used to be a guest room but they turned it into this because Melinda’s been here for almost 3 years.

The room’s pretty wide enough compared to what they probably live in. The bed’s a king sized mahogany bed with old cotton sheets, it has its own bathroom and a small TV beside a similar mahogany study table beside the bed, and the other things are probably Melinda’s cause you’ll notice a cheap looking towel draped over the spinny chair, I place Jamie’s things beside the door and saw her expression when I opened the door.

“Wow. This is actually bigger than our living room” she said in amazement. I smile a little but try to hide it cause that would be a bit rude.

“Well, this is it. So uh… don’t ever come to my room without knocking. That’s probably the only thing you need to know.”

“Thank You” she smiled

I went back to my room and locked the door, I turned the stereo up, Marilyn Meenson’s ‘Teenages’ bouncing off the walls made my room sound like a pathway to hell. I turn on my computer and browsed around Facespace. Nothing new. Still at the top of Dwight High’s popularity list. I log off and grabbed a shirt from the ground that still looked new and unharmed in a way. Probably a few sprays of perfume would do it. I pull the shirt on and grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet, brushed my teeth and quickly grabbed my black chucks, I ruffled my dark brown hair to make it look effortless.

I rarely take a shower. Probably every other day. I don’t smell like shit compared to other people.

I hear my phone ring amidst the incredibly loud music. I tune it down a bit and saw Amy’s contact picture flashing on my phone.

“LUKE!” her annoying, shrill voice shouted.

“WHAT?” I reply, placing my phone’s receiver near my mouth.

“I MISS YOU SO MUCH! I THOUGHT YOU WOULD CALL ME AND…” she blabbed on, I put my phone on speaker and slipped my shoes on, Amy is just plain annoying, she blabs on about everything that’s just so stupid, as though I would ever give a shit if she bought new stilettos or a new preeda bag.

“…anyway, since we’re going out tonight why don’t we just go to that new restaurant instead of that rabid concert you’re always talking about.” She continued. I’ve been waiting for The Schmiths to have a concert here in this area my whole life and she just suddenly decides that we’d just go to some stupid fancy shmancy restaurant instead.

“I…..can’t go today” I immediately reply “I uh…need to take my sister somewhere”

“Oh” she simply said. Letting a bit of tune of disappointment escape from her lips. There was an awkward pause then she said bye and hanged up the phone.

To be honest, I have no problem in lying, I mean I’ve been doing this to Amy since the first time we met, like during our 1st month anniversary, I got her a gold locket and she though it was around a hundred grand but I bought it for 5 bucks from wal-mert.

Since I have no one to come with me to the concert, I decided to call drake, my bestfriend.

“Hey Yo! Drake here! Sorry I ain’t around, well you know what to do.” His voicemail answered

“Drake, it’s Luke, Call me back when you hear this”.