The Boy Who Couldn't Sit Still

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I wake up cuddled in Flynn's chest. I untangle myself from him getting up and going straight to my mirror. The make up I had on last night is smudged. My mascara is stained down my cheek like zebra stripes.

Last night, after Flynn brought me upstairs I practically cried myself to sleep. It's different knowing your dad has another kid and never told you than actually meeting them. The worst part was that it seemed like that my half brother trusted our dad a lot. I did too once.

My dad has always been distant with me. I knew there were problems in my family I just never knew it was have another kid kind of problems. With a huff I wipe the makeup off my face with a wipe. Flynn is still fast asleep. I can't believe my mom let him stay the night and in my bed. I look at the time and realize we've been sleeping for over twelve hours.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes as fast as I can weary about Flynn waking up. No matter how skinny I am I will always feel uncomfortable with my body. As I slide on my fluffy socks Flynn stirs in my bed. I look at him as he wakes up from the mirror. He gives me a sleepy smile.

"Hey, Flower," he hums.

"Seems like we're skipping school," I inform him, "wanna go anywhere?"

"You know what we should do?" He asks and I shrug, "go to the planetarium."

"That's an hour away," I state.

"So? We can entertain ourselves," he assures me, "come on, Lily. It'll be fun! We can do that star show thing."

"Do you have money?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"100 in cash," he answers.

"Okay. Let's go," I give in and he jumps up excitedly.

"Seriously?" He asks and I nod.

"I mean it's educational," I explain.

"Boo! Don't make it boring," he pouts and I stand up.

"Sorry. I'm a buzzkill," I shrug nudging his shoulder.

"Can we stop at my house? I would like to get changed since you clearly did," he observes pointing to my outfit.

"Sure," I nod starting to brush out my hair. "What do you wanted for food?"

"Something good," he answers and I roll my eyes.

"That doesn't help me very much," I state.

"Pancakes?" He suggests.

"Yes! Perfect! Let's do it," I exclaim taking his hand and dragging him downstairs.

"Wait! My phone!" Flynn exclaims halfway down the stairs.

"Get it after we are done making pancakes," I instruct.

"Okay but I also have to pee so," he adds and I sigh and let him go.

"Hurry up!" I demand as he runs back upstairs.

"Fast is my middle name," Flynn jokes before tripping on the last stair.

He falls forward with a thud and a huff. I hold in a laugh as he gets up. He gives me a sheepish smile hiding his blush by getting up and running to my room. I let myself laugh and head into the kitchen. What a guy.

By the time I get all the ingredients out Flynn's back. By the way when I say ingredients I mean already made batter that you just add water too. Flynn smiles as he enters the room.

"You're hair is a mess," I chuckle finally noticing his appearance.

His hair is spiked in different directions and his clothes are wrinkled. I hope he wasn't too uncomfortable wearing jeans last night. I feel bad he had to stay because I had a mental breakdown.