Tragedy

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

So today, I woke up with no actual feeling. If helpless is a feeling then that’s the exception.

It’s basically a Tuesday and I started the day with rubbing my eyes and yawning and had a view of my idiotic best friend. Two hours after I got home, he stayed at my house because that’s actually a habit. Sometimes I also stay at his place. You see, we’re as close as an actual couple but we’re not. Sometimes in the supermarket, people will say that we’re a couple but I’d scowl and say that we’re not.

After getting my butt off the bed, I went into a quick shower. I decided to use my usual outfit; t-shirt, jeans and light make-up. I’m still in the view of Kendall sleeping and I didn’t want to wake him up because it’s still seven and he hates it when I wake him up.

About five minutes after I was done dressing up, Kendall’s eyes opened. He was shirtless so his six-pack was showing and his muscles too. As he stretched, his muscles are just so—

Hey, hey, now, why are you seeing him like this?

What? I always stare at him and he doesn’t mind because hello, he always stares at me too.

“Good morning, Ceci.” He gave me a sleepy smile which tempted me to pinch his cheeks.

“Good morning, Kendizzle.” I called him by his nickname.

“Why is that nickname still around?” He groaned.

I shrugged. “Because I refuse to throw it away.”

He got off the bed and kissed me on the cheek which made me blush then he straightly went inside the bathroom. Still, the feeling’s mutual. He’d kiss me in the cheek and I’d blush furiously and I would look like a tomato but he doesn’t care. Instead, he’d pinch me because of how ridiculous I am when I blush.

He finished off the shower about three minutes later. It’s kind of usual too because he even finished a shower in less than a freaking minute when we were in a hurry. He had only a towel wrapping around him and I tilt my head a bit and it was kind of awkward because I have never done this before.

“So you finally look at me that way?” He asked me in a teasing matter as he put on his pants and shirt.

“No.” I responded quickly. “Sometimes I wonder why it is not awkward for us to be like this.”

“Maybe it’s because we’re used to it.”

“Yeah, but—” I paused at the sudden voice. “Wait, do you, do you hear that?”

He looked around. “Hear what?”

A boy voice. “That.”

“What?”

I ignored him and ran downstairs. I saw mom talking to a guy who is in his early 20s. He had brown hair, chopped fresh and he had my father’s brown eyes. And the only reason for that it’s because he’s my big brother, Evan.

I shrieked and ran to him, giving him a bear hug and tight. Evan went into university about a year after dad had died and I missed him as much as I missed dad even though Evan is still here.

I backed away from him and I earned a laugh from my brother. “What?”

“You’re really cute.” He said.

I rolled my eyes. “What happened to two weeks?” I poked his hard chest.

He shrugged. “I finished all my lectures and ace all of my tests so they let me have a vacation early.”