Forgiving Skylar Blake

Chapter three - Why's your hair pink?

I sighed arriving at my dad's and emma's house 15 minutes later, before getting the key in the flower pot and turning it in the door. Who has a spare in the flower pot? Come to think of it who has a plant pot anymore? And I wouldn't be surprised if her kids ignore me again. Wait for it...

"Skylor! How've you been? God, it's been a long time and you're all grown. Awww you're all big." Emma said giving me an awkward side hug, that I quickly squirmed out of.

Emma also by dad's new wife, well fiancé they haven't actually gotten married because they wanted me to be there. Bla.

She held blonde shoulder cut hair, which she also highlighted from time to time. Light brown eyes and a thin long nose, that went well with her high check bones. Although her pearly white teeth, were always showed off by her smiling excessively.

"It's Blake but I've already told you that."

"Forgive me, Blake-" She chuckled.
"Your fathers in the kitchen, watching over your favourite meal. I'd go in before he somehow ruins your mothers bolognase. She got it delivered to us."  Clearly she doesn't understand sarcasm. People and their money, I shook my head and followed into the kitchen.

"Hey Paul." I nonchalantly greeted my dad. Things have been awkward ever since I left for Sam, my older brother and his 'issues'. Dad would continuously complain about how I was leaving my future behind and that my A grades would leave with me, god he complained a lot back then. I've kept up to date with most of my work at my new school, I just chose to take a year out. But things have been kind of bitter ever since.

"Son" He nodded, putting on his glasses and continuing to bury his head in a recipe book.

"You need the pasta slicer in the cupboard in the second right corner.
Before combining 6 lightly whisked eggs and 600g of Italian '00' flour in the food processors, that's collecting dust in the bottom left cupboard, next to the cooker.

The rest should be in there and once the mixture looks like breadcrumbs I'll be there to knead it so it doesn't go soft when it cooks and it's andante. Although it'll be better if make it 10 minutes before the foods served. I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me." I explained in the simplest of terms, whilst he grabbed the equipment while I talked. Emma also insisted on always keeping everything in the same place so that when I came back I'd know where everything is and feel at home or whatever. Soo I guess it was working.

"Thank you Son. Wait- We're giving you a welcome home meal. Kylie's been invited, well in a couple of hours she'll know. We know you don't like surprises that include getting ready and I'll need you in about two minutes to go everything you just said and show me." He stopped me, by placing a hand on my shoulder and maintaing eye contact.

"K. Does she have to come?" I knew Emma had probably planned this bonding 'sesh' since pasta bolognese is my favourite and I can easily make fresh pasta, thanks to Ly teaching me and my mom.

"She's family, plus I thought you'd want her here." Paul said answering my enquiry on Kylie.

Kylie only came round, when I used to come round. So hardly... But they quickly fell in love with her personality and she's pretty much been like family to them ever since. They've now been living for five years, which naturally brought her and Olivia closer together because she's practically like a sister to them, since me and Ly used to be joined at the hip.