Grenade

Chapter Seven.

I got up in the clothes I was wearing yesterday and looked over to the clock to see that it was 11:30am. I wandered over to my window,which had full view of the garden, and sat there wandering what to do for today.I over slept which is unusual for me scene as I get up around 7:30 every morning instead of wallowing around in my bed.

I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower for it to warm up.I ran back to my room to get fresh clothes and a towel before running back getting into the shower.The warm drops of water hit my face , waking me up properly.

After about 10 minutes I got out and got dressed in a pair of casual blue skinny jeans and a black and white horizontal striped t-shirt.I dried my hair and put it in one fish tail plait pulled over to one side.

Then I did my usual morning thing , which was reading , sat in my window seat.I found the page I finished on yesterday and started reading again to continue with the book.The wind was swirling slightly more strongly than usual and a few drops of rain fell from the sky every once and a while.

Therapy was tomorrow morning,unfortunately. So I was going to be organized for once and plan my outfit , not caring about what other people thought. Life is too short, especially in my case.

Right . Black jeans and a white tank top with the Navy blue swirls around the side and a jacket if it gets cold.

Yes! That would do quite nicely for tomorrow , I thought to myself returning to my book and window seat.

"Alright?" Michael said walking in a jumping onto my bed before turning on the tv.

"Bloody hell you scared me!" I said walking over to him abandoning my book.I sat down next to him on my bed and looked up to see he was watching The Kardashians.

"How do you watch this!?" he said taking some kind of sweets from his pocket and put them on the side.

"Its interesting!" I said in my defence "Plus you can see all inside their houses and stuff!" I said trying to make it sound more appealing towards him.

"Whatever!" He said jokingly.

I started braiding his hair for no particular reason but just out of boredom.

"Have you gone crazy!?" He said laughing and taking my arms in his hands and pushed me away playfully."Don't make me throw you in the pond again!"He threatened making me remember how we used to take it in turns to bully each other in a friendly way.

"You wouldn't!" I say hiding behind my duvet.

He ran over to me and scooped me up in his arms , which still surprised me a little. He ran down the stairs and out the patio doors that let in the odd orange leaf here and there. He threw me up a little and held me above him and over the pond where we had so many memories.