dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Thirteen: Daddys Girl.

Chapter Thirteen: Daddy's Girl.

I stumbled through the door, causing Robin glance up. She started to smirk at my frazzled attire. She quirked up her eyebrow.

"Is that a guys shirt?" I gave her a dirty look, showing her I wasn't in the mood for her bullshit right now. I hurried past her, nearly smashing into Aidan in the process.

"She has arrived." I waved a hand dismissively at him, grabbing a green apron. I tied it up tight, prepared to start in the next coffee order. Aidan passed an iced chocolate over to an guy, who glared at him. It was understandable, considering I could see the guys girlfriend shamelessly checking Aidan out, like half the girls in this shop. I could probably make a small pool up of all if their tears when they find out he's taken. He suddenly took notice of me.

"Is that a guys shirt?" Robin threw her arms up in the air.

"That's exactly what I said." Robin had toned down her bubblyness. I think it's because her girlfriend wouldn't be too happy. That's right, girlfriend. Robin has come out as bi. Apparently she leaning more towards the girls side. I could still tell that some guys made her flutter her eyes.

"Yes, it is my good friends shirt. He let me borrow it." I said stiffly, taking the cup out of Robins outstretched hand.

"Is this a fucking buddy?" Robins language caused a dirty look from a middle aged lady. I nearly laughed at her comment.

"No, he's my best mate." She gave me her winner grin, wiggling her eyebrows

"Best mate you wanna date." She chanted, her loud side showing up. I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of coffee as my mind wandered away from Robins too true comment.

"I don't want to do that to you, not yet." What the hell does that mean? He didn't really say that he didn't want to kiss me, but that sure wasn't a yes. I found myself growing impatient now. I guess I deserve it, I embarrassed him in front of a small audience here, blowing him off. I was doing my work on autopilot, my mind stuck in the warm bed with Vic. I absentmindedly made coffees left right and centre, not paying attention to anyone or anything fully. I pulled out of my state to talk to Aidan about Laila and I got Robin to speak about Tiffany for a bit. She seemed a little embarrassed talking about her. I couldn't decide if I felt bad for Robin or Tiffany. Maybe both. Laila was one of the only things I could get Aidan animated about. That and Star Wars. Aidan owns all the vintage figurine set, he is so proud of himself. Laila thought his nerd side was hot, as she had told me countless times as I work along side her. Work was just something to tick of my mental list, and I just let it tick by without realising. There was a staff change half way through, I was now stuck with Robin and some middle aged woman who I can't remember the name of, and this other dude with a horrible case of acne, poor kid. It finally came to my knock off time, and I made a break for home. I was feeling a little weary, but I didn't get hammered last night, meaning I don't have the full affect of a hangover. I felt dreary, but still on a strange high from being wrapped up on Vic's arms. It was also weird getting use to work on Fridays. This used to be my day off.

I pulled into the driveway, finding my dads car and, thankfully only, my brothers car. No Amelia, and mom must be at work today. Friday had also become free for dad. I walked into the house and could hear music blaring downstairs. I smiled to myself, dropping my car keys in the bowl at the front door. I carried my bag upstairs, dumping it at my doorway. I peeked into Ryan's room, to find him passed out on his desk, looking as if he was in an awkward position. I sighed, walking in, poking his cheek till he woke up.

"Ergh, what do you want?" He growled, allowing me to tug him from his desk chair.

"Get on your bed, then you can sleep." He waved his hand weirdly at me, before I dumped him on his bed, where he curled up, going straight back to snoring. I also noticed the distinct smell of alcohol on his breath. I crinkled my nose, frowning. Why was he drunk? Eh, I'll ask him when he wakes up. I softly closed the door behind me. I dumped my shoes in my room next to my bag on the way back downstairs. I trotted down them, reaching the basement stairs, clomping down them too. I opened the door, to find my father, cleaning on of his pristine acoustics, listening to Bon Jovi rather loudly. The music was weirdly welcoming, as much as it pounded at my ears. He gave me his infamous, crinkled eyes smile, his moustache twitching.