Stepbrother

5: Sunday Morning

It's Sunday. Usually, on Sunday mornings I like to wrap myself with a blanket in my bed while binge-watching youtube videos on my laptop, and I did just that.

My hair was messy, since I was too lazy to get out of bed and brush my hair. My laptop was placed on my lap and I had a sweatshirt on. I was still angry that Jordan basically called me a middle schooler at dinner last night, so I didn't even bother to go outside my bedroom and get some breakfast.

My phone, which was on the bed next to me, began buzzing for what seemed like the two-thousandth time. I glare at my phone, already expecting it to be Jacob trying to apologize. I pick up my phone and was surprised to see that it was a text message from Kendall.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Are you awake? I know you usually like to do your weekend routine, which consists of you sitting in your bed and watching youtube videos all day, but I was wondering if you'd want to eat breakfast? I just want to fill my stomach with waffles and maple syrup."

I smile at my phone screen. Kendall is the best. She already knows what I love to do on the weekends. That's probably why we're so close to each other. Sometimes, I wonder how she tolerates me.

I decided to reply back,
"Of course I'll eat a really unhealthy breakfast with my best friend! Meet me at Ron's Diner in forty minutes!"

I get up from bed and finally pick up a brush to fix my hair. I go to one of my suitcases and was able to take out some denim shorts and a black shirt. I take out the converses I was wearing yesterday and decided to wear it today.

I built up enough courage to leave my room, hoping that Jordan wasn't there to see me. I go to the bathroom, which is right next to my bedroom.

In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and washed my face with warm water. I looked at myself in the mirror, just to make sure that I didn't look like I just woke up from the dead. That's how I normally look when I wake up late on a Sunday morning.

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I walk down the stairs, carrying a small backpack in one hand and my converse shoes in the other. I tucked my black shirt into my shorts, since the t-shirt I was wearing was too long for my short body.

At the bottom of the stairs, I could hear voices in the living room, which caught my curiosity. I enter the living room, wondering who owned the voices.

Just as I walked in, I paused unexpectedly. There was a tall woman with short blonde hair sitting in the couch while holding a mug filled with hot black coffee. Our eyes met, and her green eyes filled with astonishment.

Jordan walks out of the kitchen, holding another cup of coffee. He stops walking, staring at me wide-eyed. I guess he didn't know I was awake. He looked down at my hands, which were still holding my tiny backpack and my shoes.

I awkwardly place my bag and shoes on the floor next to the other couch.

The woman crossed her long legs and smiled at me. Her eyes shone with amusement as she took in all my features. "Wow, Jordan. I didn't know your new sister was so beautiful."

I clear my throat and glance back at Jordan, who was still standing there, looking at me. "Oh, thank you, Miss..." I didn't know her name.

The woman takes a sip of her coffee. "You can call me Fiona."  She puts her mug on the coffee table and stands up to shake my hand. "Nice to meet you, Maya." She knows my name. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself when I came. Jordan told me you were still sleeping."