Mine

Awkward Conversations

I wake with a startle as I feel something or someone jump on the end of my bed and then feet padding against the floor.

"Go away", I groan turning on my front with my eyes tightly shut.

Silence.

Peeping one eye open, I look around at my new and unfamiliar surroundings.

Lazily sitting up with my elbows holding up my weight.

Suddenly I see Joey in what feels like slow motion running towards me with a water balloon, aiming and throwing it directly at my face. My hair and face get absolutely drenched, my hair now matted to my face.

That mother------

"Joey!", screaming at the top of my lungs. Joey erupts with laughter infuriating my now terrible- and wet- mood.

Wiping the water from my eyes I lock eyes with my brother sending him a death glare, pouncing up I chase him down the stairs, I'm the cat and he's the mouse, in this case he's a rat.

My thoughts are filled with ways I'm going to kill him, ways that will be the most harmful and life threatening.

The front door flings open as he runs down the street.

There is no way I am going out there in short shorts and my silk cami top.

Jumping up and down crazily screaming his name.

"Come back here now! or so help me I'll cut of your genitals", screaming now at no one in particular because he has now disappeared.

Did I really just say that. Everyone must of heard me. Kill me now. Ground swallow me up.

Looking around frantically with my flushed face, I see someone staring at me from their house on the left of ours with a smirk plastered on their face, standing outside their door with nothin but sweatpants on. No shirt. Damn.

My eyes go huge and I quickly run back towards my new front door completely and utterly mortified.

Once the door clicks shut I slide down on to the cold tile floor with my hands in my now wet hair.

When I've completely calmed myself down from the embarrassing incident, I pull myself up trudging up the stairs

Opening my new bedroom door I grab my phone that's beeping wildly on my bedside table, indicating that it's time to get up. 7:15, that asshole wasted 15 minutes of precious sleep.

Shaking my head with a frown that's now found itself onto my face, I walk into my ensuite bathroom turning on the lights.

Stripping off my clothes and throwing them into the dirty laundry I grab a towel and hang it on the hook near the shower.

I turn on the shower and then step in sighing when the hot water cascades down heavenly on my back and hair.

15 minutes later I step out of the shower and wrap a soft towel around my whole body and walk out into my bedroom.

The only sound I hear is the wet padding of my feet on the wooden floors.

I wonder where Joey actually went, we just got here last night. Wishing on my lucky stars that he gets lost and then kidnapped and---

Joking obviously...

Returning back from my thoughts I dry off my body and look for something to wear.

Seeing as I passed out last night I didn't get a chance to put away my clothes, there all probably creased in my suitcase now. Great.

Deciding on a white halter-neck crop top , which shows off my tan perfectly, high waisted denim jeans, and gold sandals.

I walk over casually to my floor length curtains and pull them open, instantly smiling when I get a hit of sun beaming on my face.

An hour later my hair and makeup look somewhat decent, I decided to let my mahogany hair loose in wavy locks and my makeup natural with mascara and a light lipgloss.

Opening the kitchen door I see my Mom cooking something up in the kitchen with headphones in and my Dad in the living room with paper in hand and coffee in other, sitting casually in his work suit, the usual.

I walk in further and sit on one of the stools that's located around the kitchen island.

"Hey mom,", I say loud enough so she can hear. Nothing. Just her head bopping up and down and her hips shaking. Why.

"Mom!", she suddenly turns around with a startle and wide eyes which soon turns into a glare as she still ignores me.

"What did I say about interrupting me when I'm listening to my tuness", she adds emphasis on 'tunes' which makes me cringe physically, no woman over 35 should say 'tunes'. Ever.

I roll my eyes dramatically and grab myself a bowl and fill it with fruit loops.

"What's your plan for today then", she asks now that she has finished listening to her 'tunes'.

Unable to reply I just shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.

"Well, me and your father have work. Maybe look around the city some more? We are taking a taxi so you can take the car if you wish", she finishes and turns back to whatever she was making.

"Kk, I'll see you in a bit then, I'll try and find something to do", I stand up and kiss her cheek. All I get is a thumbs up and a smile. Okay.

I open up the front door and grab a light jacket. "Bye dad!", I don't wait for his reply as I unintentionally slam the door shut behind me.

I walk over to our family car and climb up to the seat when it's open, shutting the door.

Making my way out the driveway and turn left.

I suddenly slam my brakes down in panic as I am faced with a German Shepard lying casually in the middle of the road.

What the fudge nugget.

I pull over on the other side of the street and walk over to the excitable dog that's now racing towards me with big black beady eyes.

"Beau, DOWN!", a husky voice comes out from behind my car and the dog immediately obeys. My mouth goes dry. It's the guy I know it.

I turn around gradually and look up at a over 6ft frame towering over my average one. It's him.

"You alright?", the stranger asks with his hands tucked in his sweats.

"Yeah thanks, I'm er good, he's okay", I lean down and pat the dogs head.

"Yeah he's never usually like this", he grabs hold of the dogs collar.

"Well, I just thought I'd move him out the road incase, yeah", I awkwardly speak while looking down at a spot on the floor I have found interested in.

"Damian", he holds out a hand and I look at it for a few seconds. Snap out of it.

"Emilia", I shake his hand limply.

"Cool", I look up and see a slight smirk on his fine lips.

"I better get going. Bye", I hastily turn around and fast walk towards the car. Probably looking like a chicken on drugs.

Once in the confined space of the car I slap my face. Literally.

Why am I so awkward?

Can't I just be like those girls in the movies that don't stutter or flush if a guy says a simple 'Hey', the girls who act all chill and laid back.

I start the car and go straight on, having no idea where I am heading to.

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