"You're just a comforter to me, I only needed you because I needed someone to cry on."
"So you don't have any feelings for me?"
"No."
"None?"
"None."
"I don't think you're telling the truth."
"You're right."
The crashes of pans wake me up the next day. Followed by the burning smell of sizzling bacon. It's like my mum knew that I would only get out of bed, if I was to be rewarded with food. I quickly change into some simple white trousers and a jumper that I managed to find in a suitcase. I grab my denim jacket off desk chair before running down the stairs.
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I head straight to the kitchen, licking my lips as I walk. But the person cooking breakfast is not who I expected. My excited face drops as I see its my step father cooking. "Ah you are awake I see! Your mother's still in bed at the moment, I thought I'd surprise her with a fry up!"
Great, my mum's asleep.
"Ah that's kind." I reply, side stepping my way out of the room. I know I'm being mean as my step dads smile starts to fade, realising that I am trying to get away from him. But I just don't like awkward situations. You see, I haven't actually had a proper one to one talk with my step father yet. Even though I've known him for about nine months now, I never thought to connect with him, properly. After all, I didn't think he'd stick around. But he is different, he actually cares about my mother. But I don't think is will ever care about him as much as I cared about my dad. "Hey, don't you want some bacon too?!" "Er, I think I'll pass, I'm not that hungry." I reply, hoping he doesn't force me to sit down with him. But he just nods and turns around as I slowly leave the room. "Oh! Damn! I forgot the tinned tomatoes! Would you mind running to the shop real quick?"
I don't know about the whole running thing. "Oh, erm, I'm sure she can go without the tomatoes.." "No she can't, it will RUIN the whole breakfast if I don't have those tinned tomatoes!" He wipes the sweat of off his forehead.
Why is he over reacting this much?
I laugh at his panicked facial expressions. "Fine, I will go get the tinned tomatoes, be back in ten!" I grab my shoes from the shoe rack and slip them on. "Make that five minutes!" He calls back.
Five minutes!
I grab my phone and load up the closest shop on google maps. Luckily there is one two minutes away, if I run. So that's what I do, which actually takes me four minutes. Panting heavily, I enter the shop. It's not like all those other corner shops, with the creepy shop keeper and dodgy prices. It's tidy, all the food neatly organised, all the packets the right way round, shelves stacked properly. It smells homely and sweet, I walk past the aisles full of fresh fruit. The wooden floor creaking beneath my feet. I look through all the aisles, a petit woman with the most friendliest face I have EVER seen flashes a smile at me.. "Hello my dear, do you need any help!?" "Ah, well actually, where are the tinned tomatoes?" I reply politely, holding onto my hands behind my back formally. "Well, they are right behind you, where that young man is standing." I turn around, instantly making eye contact with the boy. He smiles widely at me, showing me two of his adorable front teeth. I tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear and thank the kind lady for her help. I slowly make my way over to the man, his soft face makes him look younger than me, however he towers over me more and more as I creep closer. I look down at my clammy hands, he is silent, not moving an inch. "Uhm, where are the tinned tomatoes?" I look up at him, his lips are a light shade of pink, his eyes a gentle caramel.
