Normal

Four

"hey losers! Get your asses in here I'm not waiting all night"
Brees brother who I recently found goes by the name Shaw yet again hoots his horn as we scramble from the pavement. Bree laughing when she trips over a plant pot and finally we make it to the car. Normal seeming  fun. Unlike how I've always seen normal to be, it's easier then I thought too. Much easier.

"Who's your friend Bree?"

Once I've finally scrambled into the back of his truck and clicked on my belt I straighten up and introduce myself before Bree can. "Harlow"
I don't stick out a hand and I don't attempt to keep conversation as I'm much too not bothered at this point in time to do so.

Jeanie would be proud. I've made a friend. I've spoken to a boy if only briefly and have only embarrassed myself minimally. So far so good. So far so normal. But tonight's not about Jeanie. Tonight's about me and my new friend.

"To the ice cream shop" he huffs, adjusting his hands on the steering wheel before taking off.

"What's your problem Shaw, you were pretty damn happy earlier" Bree inputs, shoving her brothers shoulder on annoyance and causing him to glare icily at her. I cross my fingers hoping they won't fight and stare out the window.

"Mind your damn business Briana"

Briana, her full name or a nickname?

Bree huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. I hope he hasn't made her too angry as then she might not want to go get ice cream anymore. Then I might have to say goodbye as she's likely to forget me come tomorrow. And now the thought hurts. While it didn't earlier it does now. More then anything. Like this hot pain in my chest that brings a lump to my throat. All I wanted was to be normal, just for one night. Can't i even do that?

"We're here, get the fuck out"
The car jerks to a harsh stop and I quickly unbuckle myself and hop out. What a dickhead. Are all boys like this? Is this normal?

"Come on Harlow, dickhead" Bree ushers me forward. Turning to spit the last word with much venom.

"Shut the fuck up. Slag"

I shudder at the venom in their voices and rush into the Ice Cream shop to excape the tense anger in the air.

"Sorry Low, he's a dipstick"

I'm not used to this, sibling rivalry. Jeanie and I always got along. We never fought. Well, rarely.

"That's OK, it was kind of entertaining"

Biggest lie ever.