The Letter That was Never Meant To Be Sent

Chapter 3

Chapter 3-

                I unlocked my royal blue front door, the bronze knocker bashing the door as I pushed my way into the flat. I was greeted with dupstep blaring from my brother’s room. I abandoned my bag by the door, took off my kickers and went into Joe’s room. He was packing, well chucking clothes into a bag. He wasn’t leaving until late tonight. And Joe, like me was unorganised. So why was he packing?

                ‘Why are packing?’ I felt like Sherlock Holmes, playing detective.

                ‘Whoa!’ Joe jumped turning to face me. ‘When did you get here?’

                ‘Just now, now I’ve answered one of your questions will you answer mine?’ I walked around the remains of the clothes explosion that had happened earlier and sat on the only free space on the bed.

                ‘Oh, umm, I’m going back to work,’ Joe was scratching his Jarhead haircut head searching for something on the, now, non-existent floor.

                ‘Yes I know that, but you’re going back tonight.’ I said slowly reminding him. It was hard to believe I was the youngest sometimes.

                ‘Oh, yeah I’m doing some stuff for Sam as a favour, I owe him one.’ Joe walked over to the window, bent down and picked up a red UCLA jumper. He rolled it into a ball and shoved it into the bag.

                ‘Ok, bye.’ I jumped over the sea of clothes and went into my room next door. I turned on my speakers and Time Bomb by All Time Low came blaring out. Good one my favourite songs and I knew Joe hated All Time Low. My speakers were better than his so I could win the music battle, like always. As expected Joe burst into my room.

                ‘Why do you like such shit music?’

                ‘May I remind you, darling brother it was you that got me into this music.’

                ‘And don’t I pay for that mistake,’ He laughed and left my room, knowing to well I always won this argument. I got changed and walked into the kitchen.

                ‘Well, I’m off.’ Joe came over to me and kissed the top my head.

                ‘Already?’  I asked stating the obvious. Joe nodded picking up his bag.

                ‘I’ll be back in a few days, if not I’ll phone you.’

                ‘Ok.’

                ‘Mums at work and she has to do someone else’s shift cos there kid was ill or something. She said she won’t be back until late so make yourself dinner and stuff.’ And with that he was gone. Great home alone again. Now I can’t even pretend to be busy when Rhys calls. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. With nothing to do I decided to revise for my psychology exam on Wednesday.

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                ‘Are you busy?’ Rhys asked as I picked up the phone. Clever trick ringing the house phone, he knew I would have to answer in case it was mum.

                ‘Well I am making my specialty, a pot noodle, for dinner.’

                ‘Its nine, bit late for tea.’