Broken Hearts are Made to be Fixed

Chapter 2

Staring blankly at the roof of my room, decorated with a singular light dressed with a glass skirt, I begin to think why I've been here for ten minutes straight. It's comfy, but I'm not really thinking about anything in particular. Well I am, that was a lie. My job, and adult life has been marinating in my head for a very long time, and when I give my brain the break, these thoughts always shoot to my mind.

I'll be moving into my new house soon, not too far away from my brother, which is great. Well as great as it can be. I love him but I can only assume I'll be annoyed to no end...and inevitably pranked. I have a job ready once I move too, I might meet new people. My best friend and I are actually going to be roommates, a dream we've shared since we were young kids. I can already see the mess...I hate chore charts but my parents were probably right about it being useful. I may have to take it into consideration.

Apparently I have a sign on my door saying 'please disturb' because it flies open and hits against the door stopper in seconds.

"Caleb! Least when I come into your room I'm a bit softer about opening your door!" I yell, throwing a pillow from beside me at my stupid brother.

Caleb bends over after getting hit square in the face, hands on his knees and laughing at my reaction. Wow, someone give him a trophy for being over dramatic.

"What do you want?" I ask in boredom, having enough of his obnoxious laughter considering he hasn't stopped since he essentially ate my pillow.

"That's not how you should speak to your twin brother." He pouts, sobering from his laughing fit, standing back up straight with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're nineteen, suck it up." I stick my tongue out teasingly to which he mirrors.

"You're nineteen too." He replies with a smirk upon his lips.

"Shut up." I exaggerate. "You're lucky Mum and Dad aren't home at the moment, I bet they would've felt the house shake by the way you slammed my door open."

"Hey! It was funny!" He wipes an imaginary tear away for emphasis.

"To you maybe. I think you scared a few years out of me. My poor heart..." I joke, laughing a little. "So why did you need me?"

"There's a party going on in town and I figured you'd want to come along." He suggests, leaning against my desk, crossing his legs at his ankles.

I look at my brother with a quirked eyebrow and raise my hand to my chin. "Since when do you want me to come with you to parties, especially today? Usually it's once a month or something."

"I guess I had a change of heart." Caleb says and rolls his eyes. "I didn't know there was a schedule?"

"Whatever. What time do I have to be ready by?" I ask.

"In about three hours, which should be fine for you. Unless you take three hours to get ready, then I'm leaving you behind." He says teasingly and throws the pillow at me after picking it up from the floor.

I catch the pillow after it nearly tumbles from my grasp and throw it back on my bed. I get up and start pushing Caleb out of my room. "It does not take me three hours, you butt. Now go, please!"

"See you in about three hours, Alex." He replies and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him in stark difference to how he entered.

Oh shoot I forgot to ask what the dress code is. I quickly swing open my door and look outside to not see him anywhere in sight. Did he teleport or something? Was he not here merely a second ago?

I run down the stairs, down halls, around corners and finally make it to the kitchen. Oh look at that, Caleb is here. He stands with the fridge door open and a carton of milk in his hand, a milk moustache against his features.