Our Messed Up Thing

chapter 1

Hi guys, I just wanted to say that the first five chapters are quite long. Sorry about that, but after the 5th one, that's when all the better stuff starts so thank you for reading either way!
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It's all pretty messed up, isn't it?

I mean, life.

I found out that love stories you read or watch in romance movies, or even hear when it was story time and your parents would come to tell you a short fairy tale, it is all too good to be true... Too.... fake.

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I jump at the sound of my crazy bird alarm. Yes; bird alarm. A plastic bird that loudly starts to flap its wings along with a loud beeping noise with the objective of waking me up. Mission achieved!

I don't know why I still haven't gotten rid of that thing, it gives me a headache.

OK, I'll try to stay on topic here.

"Gigi!" Wow.

"Yes, mum?!" Guess I don't have time to introduce myself after all.

"Breakfast is ready!" She exclaims making my stomach rumble.

"But I just woke up!" I'm usually used to going to the bathroom and preparing my outfit before eating breakfast.

"Does it look like I care?" Wow, she's in a bad mood today... But I just eye-roll myself out of the conversation and go to wash my face. As I go downstairs I hear the loud thud of my brother's weird taste in music. He's listening to the song I like the least from his Spotify album.

"Turn that down, Ryan!" I scream while almost tripping on our dog's toy. "Poochy, you can't just leave your toys wherever the hell you like," I say receiving puppy dog eyes from our Hazel furred pug.

"Language, young lady!" I hear while entering the kitchen to find my mum trying to handle the fresh orange juice and the scrambled eggs at the same time. This isn't our usual routine. I usually have cereals for breakfast with a bit of milk.

"Why this change?" I ask, expecting to receive news about someone important coming to visit in a couple of minutes. Possibly a client of my Dad's.

"Just thought it would be nice." I silence the room with a kind of snort-laugh-cough leaves my mouth making my brother skeptically freeze when entering the kitchen. "What?" She asks.

"Mum are you serious?" As I ask in a more mature tone, my mum lets out a sigh while my brother does nothing but smell the eggs with a face of satisfaction. "You never do these kinds of things."

She shrugs.

"Well, one of the most well-known quotes is Always try something new. So that's what I'm doing." She's definitely hiding something.

"Whatever," I say, along with a sigh on my way to sit in front of the kitchen table.

"Well, I like this, mum." Says my little brother with an innocent-looking smile plastered on his face. He always has to make me look bad, doesn't he?

"Thank you, sweetheart." While my mum plants a gentle kiss on my brother's head, she serves us scrambled eggs with sausages on top along with a piece of brown bread.

"Where's Dad?" I ask while shoving into my mouth a big mouthful with the support of the fork.

"Oh, umm," My mum has started washing the dishes. Even though she can perfectly look at me, I can tell she is trying to avoid eye contact.

It's a Monday so I'm not exactly in the mood to being kept secrets from. "Mum, what is it?" Her hands start to move quickly when I let out those words. "Mum? Is it about Dad? He never leaves this early in the morning."