The past few days went by pretty quickly, and the doctor came in this morning and said I could go home by this afternoon if nothing went wrong up until then. However it was until then that I had completely forgotten to ask about my home or family or, really, anything at all. Luckily the boys came around lunch time and said I could stay with them for a while, while I recover.
Honestly that sounds a bit better than going "home" to some strangers that call themselves family, who haven't even shown up to see their injured, amnesiac daughter in hospital. Some parents.
So, needless to say, I took up Lukes(?, I'm sure that one was Luke) offer and I went back with them to a beach house. It was not at all what I was expecting, but it was amazing.
"Whoa. This place. Its amazing!"
"Yeah, well."
"Here, I'll show you your room." Ashton interupts
"No Ash. Callum is." Luke snaps back
"Wha-?" Callum says from the kitchen, mouth full of chips
"No Luke he's busy, I'll do it, it's fine"
And with the "it's fine" he's dragged off to have a "private discussion"
"What was that about?" I ask the other two eating in the kitchen
"No idea" said Callum, protecting his bowl of chips from Mike.
Not long after, Luke and a scolded Ashton come back from their talk in the hall.
"So, Callum. You wanna show Day which room is hers?"
With an awkward smile and keeping his bowl close he shows me down the hall.
We walk slow.
"What was that about?" I ask both cautious and curious.
"I have no idea, but it doesn't seem too good..." he replies rather bluntly.
Trying to lighten the mood slightly and get a feel for the house I ask him about the rooms we pass.
"So... What's in this room?"
"That's the bathroom" he says with a slight smile, still walking in basically slow-mo.
"Oh. What about this one?"
"That's my room"
"Cool. What's in there?"
"The basement, a.k.a. Mike's room"
"Why is he in-"
"Dont ask..."
".... ok so who's is this room?"
He pauses, and I know. "It's Ashtons?"
"Mmm"
We keep going although with a little less conversation, and I get the feeling that he was lying about not knowing anything.
At the end of the hall is my room, he opens the door for me, like a gentleman, and I enter.
Looking around, I can see a lot of things. Mp3 player, movies, clothes, my kind of clothes, my size too. Like maybe I had been staying here before the accident. Brushing the thought aside I admire my room and all its messy perfection.
After I had showered the smell of hospital off me and changed into one of the cuter summer outfits I wanted to try, a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt that read "Parental advisory, explicit content", along with this amazing snake bracelet I found laying next to my phone. I walk back into the lounge and into, yet another, Ashton vs. Luke grudge match.
First day out.
Going GREAT so far...
