Between the Parallel lines

August

Hey guys. So this one is going to be a bit longer in an apology for not updating in a while. I also don't know when I'm going to update next since I started college this past week and I've been busy already being swamped in homework. So, I hope you like this part and please feel free to comment, vote and give me feedback! Thank you!

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As soon as the bell rang, I booked it out of class and headed home. I walked fast, not because of August but because of Disaster, who fell asleep on my desk. I plugged in my ear buds and kept walking.

"Jay!" I heard a muffled yell come from behind me. "Jay! Hey! Wait up!"

I groaned but kept walking. August caught up to me quickly but she was huffing when she finally did. She started talking but I wasn't really paying attention due to the Blink-182 song blasting in my ear.

We turned a corner and I felt something hit my right leg. I looked down and saw Disaster clinging to me. I shuddered and tried to wipe him off but he kept clinging and growling. 

August tapped my shoulder and I looked at her. I read her lips, "Are you ok? You're limping a little bit."

"Yeah," I sighed and continued walking towards home with the slight "limp." 

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When I got home, Disaster had managed to creep his way up my body and now sits on my head. I have to casually wipe my forehead every now and again so the slime doesn't get in my eyes. One time was enough. 

"This is your house?" August was looking at the light blue painted house with a white picket fence and blueberry bushes lining it. 

"Yup."

"I wasn't expecting your house to be so..." I gave August a glare and she shut up. I don't need to know what she was about to say.

I got to the doorstep and got my key out of my shoe.

"You keep your key in your shoe?" August asked.

"Would you look in someone else's shoe for anything?" I glanced at her while turning the key.

"...Fair point..."

I opened the door and the smell of brownies hit us. Disaster oozed a little bit on my head and I cringed, wiping away the slime.

"Ugh," I said while wiping. I took out my earbuds and closed the door behind August. 

I heard my mom call from the kitchen, "Dost?" She came out from the kitchen with a red apron on and flour all in her long, black braided down her back hair and all over her light sepia-colored face. 

"Uh, you got a little..." I motioned to my face.

Mom touched her face and looked at her now floury fingers, rolled her eyes, and grumbled. She wiped her hand on her apron, making white streaks across it and said, "Khana khaya kya?"

"I-I'm sorry?" August looked at me.

"She just asked if you ate," I answered.

"Oh! Yes, Mrs. Lake, I ate already. Thank you!"

Mom extended a hand and said in her thick Indian accent, "Call me Chandni."

August shook mom's hand and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm August."