Just Smile, Stupid

Chapter 6

Can we pretend,
That airplanes in the night sky,
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now,

Chapter 6

Good morning, Kitty.

 

That was the text I had woken up to at eight in the morning. I couldn’t stop smiling at it but I was also confused about it. I again asked Aiden why he called me ‘Kitty’ but still he didn’t reply. I contemplated calling him but decided against it. I’d rather ask him face to face.

During breakfast, Grammy once again force-fed me pancakes with maple syrup till I had considerable difficulty getting up from my chair. Aunt Susan’s kids also came over after breakfast. They weren’t exactly kids. One of them, Peter, was a year older than me and the other, Drake, was a few years younger.

I stifled a groan when Peter walked into the living room. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Peter; it was just that every time he was in the same room as me, my parents would compare us. Peter was a genius. He’d always had straight A’s and was already working on some big project with his professors in college.

Ugh. Somebody, save me now, I thought, wanting nothing more than to get out of the room.

Riiiiing.

 

“The door’s open!” called Grammy. Dad glared at her but she simply smiled back at him.

Footsteps were heard until a tall, brown-haired man walked into the room. Dad got up to his feet and gave him a manly hug.

“Jason! It’s been so long since I last saw you,” said my father, vigorously shaking the man’s hand.

I watched the exchange with a frown for I couldn’t remember if I’d ever seen this man before. My eyes slid away from him to the doorway and I stifled a gasp when I saw who was standing there.

Kyle Wyatt? I wondered. His eyes met mine and he frowned back at me, possibly wondering the same thing I was. What is he doing here?

 

I was surprised he even recognised me. I knew who he was because everyone at school did. Kyle was the basketball star at our school. Every girl in our class had a crush on him at point of their lives, even me. However, the difference between me and those girls was that I got over him in a day or two. The other girls still fall at his feet. Surprisingly though, he didn’t give them any attention.

“...and this is Elizabeth,” I heard my dad introducing me.

I brought my eyes back to the brown-haired man who was now smiling at me. Obviously this was Kyle’s father. They had the same blue eyes, brown hair and defined jaw. It was like Kyle was a younger version of his father.

“Elizabeth! You’ve grown so tall. The last time I saw you, you were this small,” said Mr Wyatt, lowering his hand to his knee. He then turned to his son and said, “Kyle, what’re you doing back there? Come say hi to Elizabeth. You used to play together all the time.”