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2. Postcard

"You have to go back every three weeks?" I repeat in shock, turning on my turn signal so I can go into Liam's neighbourhood. "Yeah, it's a waste of my time, really. I have school to worry about. I want to get into my college and make my dad happy." It sounds like Liam's doing this just for his father's well being, but he actually really does want to go to Kings College London. He's been yammering about it since we were six, when he found out how good of a school it is and how the human who helped create him graduated from there. He even has a t-shirt from the college that Geoff (his old man) passed off to him. I kind of wish my dad stuck around long enough to give me his old college shirt, but instead I get to become a MaMa's boy, which seems to be better than just an old shirt.

"Don't turn here, I wanna get some McDonalds first." Liam sits up a bit, worried that I'll turn anyway and we'll be too lazy to do something as easy as turn around. I turn the blinker off and go straight instead, not having one con to this idea.

"Should we get Louis a toy?" I turn in my seat and ask Liam, since Louis had to leave earlier to babysit his beloved litter sisters. Lottie is my favourite. The fourteen year old is a blessing to be around.

"Nah. He stole your tots, remember?" I nod, agreeing. Sorry Boo Bear. "Welcome to McDonalds what can I get you?" The perky voice greets in one quick breath. "Hi love, uhm, I forget what you wanted." I whisper back to Liam. Liam rolls his eyes and says it to me again. "Yeah, right, I got it." I wave him off, turning back to the speaker box. "A quarter pounder, no onions, and a large chips, and a large Coke." I wait for her to get that before continuing with mine. "And a BLT, another large chips, a large Root Bear," I pause so she can get that. "And two medium vanilla shakes." As three best friends, we have our normal traditions. Every time we go to McDonalds, we always order two liquids. And it's always two Vanilla shakes and one chocolate, if Louis' with us. And if Liam or I aren't present, then it's a chocolate and a vanilla. Louis the chocolate outcast in this threesome. We also have an inside joke that every time someone says something along the reigns of, "Or somethin else", we always look at each other and giggle like school girls. Or if it's in a room that's suppose to be serious or silent, we try to contain it but still drag a bit of attention to ourselves.

"Thank you." I smile at the blonde, taking the bags and setting it in my lap so I can pull into a parking space to eat. I help Liam sit up to the front in replacement of Louis, and then we begin to munch on our meal. "Did it hurt?" I ask Liam after taking the second bite of my BLT. "Umm," Liam thinks about it. "Not really. I think they slipped some numbing stuff. I woke up in the middle of the stitching and they said I kept trying to talk, but my mouth was all erhh-" Liam drops the corner of his mouth, rolling his eyes back and looking like a ruh-tarded horse. I laugh and silent myself because my laugh is the worst. Liam giggles and continues. "So they gave me some paper and pencil and had me write what I wanted to say. I saved them. Wanna read em?" Liam lifts himself up and pulls some paper from his pocket. "Sure."

Unfolding the few papers, I start reading his sloppy handwriting effected from having no feeling in his body.

"Tell Dad to put this as a sob story on my application."

"I'm hungry."

"I'm still hungry."

"Are they done yet?"

"Are they done now?"

"Now?"

"When!!!"

"Bugger me."

"Sorry."

I laugh. Classic Liam to apologize for cursing. I turn to the next page and start reading. This one has fewer words.

"Someone call Harry and Louis please and tell them to start driving here."

"Are they done yet?"

"Can I get my phone?"

"Then someone, please again, call my Sophia and tell her that I'm thinking about her."

"Thank you."

Eleanor, Louis' ex, is a model and Sophia, well, she's off in college trying to achieve her dream. I don't know what that dream is, but she's trying to achieve it. I think something with fashion.

After dropping Liam off at his, propping his wheelchair that he has to use until his stitches are healed up enough to where he can move more, open for him and I stay in my car to watch him, just to make sure he gets in safe.

No ones home, as usual. Sisters moved out, Mum is at work. It's just me and my cat; Molly. We had another cat: Dusty. But he died last month. He was old, and lived a pretty normal life. He and Molly got along and both the had their favourite owner. Molly always loved me more, and Dusty had a spot for Gemma. But now that she's gone, he replaced her with Mum. Dusty was black and white, while Molly is a brown pallet calico. She follows me almost everywhere when I'm home and sleeps with me every night. It's the same routine; I go upstairs and she's usually laying on the couch up there, so she gets up and follows me to the bathroom. She watches me brush my teeth, and, oddly, enough, watches me as I go to the bathroom if I need to. Then she runs ahead of me into my room and jumps on my bed and sits ther euntil I get in it. Then she lays on my chest until I or she falls asleep. Unless I lay on my side, then she curls up against me, still in the chest area.

And she's about to do that now.

"Molly!" I call, since she wasn't on the couch this time. I wait and watch behind me. I smile when I see her trot to where I am--the bathroom--and meow at me. "Hey baby!" I cheer in my kitty voice. She meows again and jumps up on the counter, sitting away from me as she watches me scrub my teeth clean and release my wee. I pick Molly up and carry her to my room, setting her on the bed so I can strip to just my boxers.

"I really wanted to know his name." I mumble to Molly, though she can't understand me. There's no one else to talk to. Shutup.

"He's too mysterious to not know." Molly opens her eyes when I stop petting under her chin, looking at me in hope that I'll keep going. I sigh, rubbing behind her ear slowly. "I'll have to make up an excuse to go back to the hospital."