“Now Jordan, do you have any allergies or foods you don’t like? I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong thing.” Joy asked as she laid plates out on the table.
“Uh, no, no allergies, and I’ll eat mostly anything.” I replied quietly.
“Great, well, take a seat next to Calum and I’m sure that being the gentleman that he is he’ll offer to get you a drink.”
“Thanks for the subtle hint, mum.” Calum rolled his eyes before turning to me. “Do you want a drink?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, just water thanks.”
“You sure? We’ve got, like, lemonade and Coke and stuff.”
I cleared my throat, with the environments that I’ve been around when they say Coke they don’t mean the drink.
“Just water.”
Calum shrugged and pushed himself up from his seat. “Okay, I’ll be back in a second.”
I nodded and looked down at the table, feeling awkward seeing that no one else is sitting at the table with me because they’re all doing something in the kitchen.
Spending more time looking at the table I realised that there are marks and scars towards the edges of the table which look like fork marks – like someone stabbed the table with their fork. This table must be the oldest thing in the house, and the one thing many memories have been created at.
I don’t have that, because everything that created or held a memory burned along with my family.
I ran my fingertips over the small dints and smiled, thinking of what sort of memories were created.
“Calum was quite a violent child,” Mali appeared next to me, sitting where Calum was before. “He didn’t like being forced to eat his vegetables.”
A short laugh escaped my mouth as a smile spread across my lips imagining what an angry little Calum stabbing the table with a fork would look. Then I realised what I was doing and quickly stopped smiling and cleared my throat.
“You know, you don’t have to act all tough and unemotional all the time.” Mali sighed.
“No one said I’m acting.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Come on, girl to girl, I know you don’t want to act this. You and Calum seem to be getting along from what I’ve seen.”
I scoffed and didn’t say anything, not sure how I can lie my way out of this one. Mali’s right, I don’t particularly want to be like this, but I have to be like this. And if I were normal then I’m sure that Calum and I would get along extremely well, but since I’m me, I can’t let him in.
“So, what do you think of him?” Mali leaned her elbows on the table and leaned closer to me.
“What do I think of who?” I frowned.
“Of Calum,” Mali laughed. “We weren’t talking about Obama.”
“Oh,” I knitted my eyebrows together, wondering why she’s asking me about Calum. “Uh, he seems like a nice guy, I guess.”
“Do you think he’s good looking?” She stared at me intently.
“Um…” I muttered, feeling quite uncomfortable with the question.
“Mali, get out of my seat.” Calum groaned, walking in with a glass in each hand.
Mali giggled, jumping out of the chair and running towards the kitchen mischievously.
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Fixing Me ∞ Hood
FanfictionShe never thought she'd find her freedom in a boy, let alone fall in love. He never thought he'd be able to fall so deeply so quickly. Where a broken girl thought her life was over, but when she met him, it had only just begun.
