Escaping.

Chapter Two△

Chapter Two: Not Tough Love

I was woken up by hot air hitting my left ear then around 2 minutes of intense tickling.

"Please! Stop.. No.. I beg of you! ..Mommy!" I squealed in between tickles.

"Mommy?" Harlem asked sounding somewhat offended.

"Yes, you have the hands of a small woman. Why would you do that?! Couldn't you have woken me up like a normal person, by waving bacon in my face?"

He rolled his eyes, "Get your lazy ass out of bed before I drag you out myself."

"I'd like to see you try," I scoffed.

"Challenge accepted."

The next 5 minutes consisted of Harlem holding onto my by my ankles, attempting to drag me across the ground and me trying to save myself by gripping the bed but failing as it is a waterbed.

"I win. Now go shower, brush your teeth, run a comb through that whole.." Gesturing to my hair in a Chris Colfer way "situation, get dressed and go have your breakfast. Oh and don't dress nerdy, we don't want a repeat of well.. the last 17 years."

Ouch.

I put on my preppiest voice,"You sure are bossy!" Poking his ribs softly as I spoke.

"It's called Tough Love doofus," He cleared his throat "Urhm not love. Er, yeah." He left the room, not quite enjoying the 'awkwardness' of him telling me he loves me.

I did as he said and then chose my outfit. A Cat Eyes Freshtop, Pink Skater Skirt and White Chuck Taylor's.

I grabbed my iPhone and empty Hype bag and left the room, making my way over to Molly's room.

Her room was different from mine, it was simple and elegant yet still very grand. Her colour scheme was white whereas mine was red, white and black.

*Knock Knock Knock* "Molly." *Knock Knock Knock* "Molly." *Knock Knock Knock* "Molly."

She opened the door on the last knock, knowing how I was. I had always committed myself to being exactly like my TV heroes. Sheldon just happened to be one too. They were my role models and my only friends because growing up I wasn't as popular my brother. People just didn't seem to understand me.

"Suits you." She said, her eyes roaming my outfit.

I mentally congratulated myself. That was good, coming from Molly.

"I can smell pancaaaaakkkkeeesss!" I said in a sing-song voice, rushing down the stairs.

I ran all the way to the kitchen and almost collided with a tall tattooed man.

"I'm sorry, my bad." We said simultaneously.

He lifted me off the ground and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm Harry. I'm the new cook."

"I'm urm, er.. Broo.. Brooklyn?" Nailed it.

"So, you like pancakes Brooklyn?"

"They're my favourite." Mentally wiping drool off my chin.

"Good, I made chocolate chip pancakes."

"I love you." I whispered.

He chuckled, obviously happy with my response.

I took my plate and sat at the kitchen island.

"There you are, I've been looking for you idiot." Harlem grunted as he entered the kitchen. "Don't leave my sight again."