Butterfly

13. Can I Have Yours?

Chapter Thirteen: Can I Have Yours?

♡ Jessica Washington ♡

"Jess! You got a letter in the post," my mum calls from the living room. I've just come home from work on Sunday, which was surprisingly busy.

I head into the living room where my mum passes me my letter.

"Are you okay?" I ask, frowning. She looks pale, and she's breathing quite heavily.

"I'm fine, love, just tired," my mum replies, smiling reassuringly. I frown for a second on concern, and she rolls her eyes at this.

"I'm going to sleep in a minute, don't worry, I'm just trying to find my tablets," my mum tells me, and I nod.

"Good," I reply, before heading upstairs with my letter. I sit down on my bed and open the envelope, where I find a familiar piece of paper.

Every year, they do a charity run for cancer in the town. My mum loves to work with charities, so one of the charities she helps decided to do this to honour her a bit, I guess. I've ran it every time since it started, and I don't intend to stop now.

I take the attached sign up sheet from behind the explanation letter and start filling it out. Once I have completed the sign up sheet, I put the sheet back in the envelope and change the address on the front, before heading downstairs.

"Can I go and post this?" I ask my dad, as my mum has gone to sleep. My dad nods, before I leave the house. I walk to the Post Office and post the letter, before I start walking home.

Once I'm home, I eat dinner with my dad, before going upstairs. I open my bedroom door and I almost scream when I see someone sat on my bed.

"Fuck, River," I exhale quickly, and River laughs, as I close my bedroom door behind me.

"Sorry, the window was open," River apologises, still laughing.

"That doesn't mean come in," I reply, and River grins, amused.

"Your bed isn't very comfortable, mine is way more comfortable," River comments, and I roll my eyes.

"Yours is new, mine isn't," I reply, sitting down on the end of my bed, which creaks as I do this. I really need a new bed. Or maybe I'm just getting fat.

"I guess that's true," River shrugs, as I spin round and cross my legs on the bed, instead of them hanging off the side of my bed. River turns to face me, moving his feet up onto the bed.

"How long have you been in here?" I ask, curiously.

"I saw you go downstairs earlier, but then you went out, so I waited in here," River replies, and I raise an eyebrow.

"So you've been in here since I went out?" I ask, and River nods. "You know you could've called me, or texted me."

"I don't have your number, so I couldn't have," River replies, and I roll my eyes.

"What a shame," I mutter sarcastically, and River grins.

"I appear to have lost my number, can I have yours?" River asks, using the world's worst pickup line. I roll my eyes, as he hands me his phone to type in the number.