Saving the Heart

♥ Interview ♥

♥ Interview ♥

    My phone vibrated in the pocket of my skirt and I tensed.  My interviewer seemed to take no notice as my hand instinctively flew to my pocket.  He of course, realized my sudden silence.  

    “And then?” He asked, grabbing my attention.

    “I’m so sorry,” I told him as dropped my hand from my pocket, taking a deep breath.

    “So, after all of this confusion and...complication, it was resolved just like that?” He asked.  I nodded sheepishly.

    “Teenagers have a funny way of bottling up emotions,” I told him as I blushed, pushing my hair behind my ear.  My interviewer huffed and leaned back in his chair.

    “So that’s Christmas, less than a week ago.”

    “I know,” I told him.  “I heard back from here surprisingly fast, I was surprised that they had even received my essay yet, let alone read it and invited me here for an interview.  Thank you.”  My interviewer nodded, clasping his hands together.

    “We were interested in you, and your story surely supports why.”  He told me as he leaned forward and started to look through my papers before glancing down at his watch.  “We have about fifteen minutes less.  Is there anything else you would like to tell me?” He asked.

    “Oh, I’m not done.” I told him quickly.  He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.  “I mean, with the story.  I haven’t gotten to the best part.”

    “So a consolation isn’t where it ends?” He asked tentatively, adjusting his glasses.

    “Far from it.  I mean, sure, consolation was nice, but we messed up so much more before it was all done.  My aunt hates him, I could tell you that part of the story.”

    “Your aunt?”

    “Yeah...so after Sam and I kissed and all, we made up and I invited him to come with to Christmas at my aunt’s house.  He agreed, it wasn’t like he could work anyways, the rink and Main Street Pizza were both closed for the holidays.  People have families.”  My interviewer nodded in agreement.  “So he came over to go to my aunt’s house…

    “Yeah, but he’s taller than Reagan.” I argued as I argued as I sat down on the couch between Cooper and Marcus.  Patrick rolled his eyes as he sat down in his wheel chair across the room.  

    “But Derek brought clothes too, they’ll find something.”  Cooper added with a nod, trying to reasonable.  I bit my lip, not quite sure.  Aunt Angie was a stickler about people and their looks, and even more so I highly doubted that she would approve of the story we had latched onto him.  Sam was the newly adopted brother, as my dad said.  We were supposed to act like he was another addition to the family, nothing more, nothing less, which meant no wandering eyes.  The moment he came down the stairs I realized how hard that was going to be.

    Marcus heard them first, standing up to turn around as I leaned over the back of the couch, looking up the stairs as Derek started down in a clean pressed suit and tie.  Reagan was next, the left sleeve of his suit coat rolled up to reveal the tip of his stub.  He gave me a small smile before coming around to the back of the couch.

    “All my doing,” he whispered.  I frowned at Reagan and gave him a playful shove before Sam cleared Cooper cleared his throat.  I looked back up to the stairs as Sam hurried down them, not bothering with a dramatic entrance before reaching the bottom and clapping his hands together.

    “Ready to go?” He asked.  His hair was combed nicely, it was almost strange taking in the sight of him.  He seemed so clean, so formal.  He was wearing a gray suit, probably one of Derek’s, with a dark red shirt tucked in.  He hadn’t bothered with a tie and the shirt was still buttoned up all of the way, just like before.  I rolled my eyes.

    “You look like a dork.” I told him as I got off of the couch and went over to him, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before standing on my tippitoes to ruffle his hair.  He gave me a sheepish smile, his cheeks tinged red in embarrassment.  Cooper cat whistled.  I desperately wished I could give him the finger.

    “The car is running,” my dad shouted as he came down the hall, tying his tie.  “Reagan, get Patrick in the van.  You can drive him, Wesley and Marcus.” He looked over my brothers, Derek and Cooper were already fighting on the couch.

    “And Cooper.” He told Reagan.  Reagan groaned.

    “Can’t I have Derek instead?” He pleaded before swatting the two apart.  It was hard to believe that Derek was the oldest of all of us, of course, he was still a boy and he had his moments.  My dad rolled his eyes.

    “The rest of you are with me.  We’ll take my car.  Kennedy, you’re giving me directions.” I don’t know what was worse, the fact that my dad was making me sit shotgun by him the entire way, or the fact that he still neglected to learn how to get to Angie’s house.  Granted, she was mom’s sister, not his, but still you would think he would bring it upon himself to learn.

    I sighed, nodding my head and grabbing my jacket, not bothering to slip my arms through the sleeves as I tossed it over my shoulder.  Sam reached out for his and Cooper slapped his hand.  I smiled.

    “We’re only going out to the car,” I told him as I straightened his jacket.  “You won’t need it.” Sam gave his jacket a forlorn look and I held back a chuckled.  Wesley rolled his eyes before heading out to the van.  I went out to my dad’s truck and got in, closing the door behind me as Sam and Derek slid into the back of the crew cab.  The fact that the tallest people were in the back made me smile.

    “So,” my dad started as he slid into his seat.  “We take a left off of fifteen and then get onto ninety-four-”

    “A right.” I corrected him.  “Left will bring you south, we’re going to the cities, not the border.”

    “Right,” my dad said as he threw the truck in reverse, looking at his mirrors carefully as he pulled out of the garage.  “Right, I knew that.  I so knew that.” I rolled my eyes, looking back over my shoulder in an attempt to catch Sam’s eye.  He was busy looking out the window.

    I sighed and Derek shrugged in response, giving me a goofy smile.  This was going to be a long ride.

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Sorry for the quick posts...if you're falling behind.  As I said earlier, I just got four wisdom teeth out and have typed non-stop for the last few days.  As in, I'm in the mid twenties right now, nearing the end.  Expect chapters soon.  Happy and giddy.