Basically Infinity ∞ [DISCONTINUED]

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иσт єאָρєςтє∂ σя яєgαя∂є∂ αѕ ℓιкєℓу тσ нαρρєи.

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         "I'll get it!" I hear Andrew's dad call from the living room. I put down my sandwich and wipe my mouth with a tissue. I look up at Andrew and watch as he brushes a strand of hair out of his face.  Ariel steps into the kitchen stretching. She places her phone on the counter and heads over to the cupboards to grab a cup. Suddenly, her phone starts buzzing and vibrating. She shuts the cupboard and walks over to the fridge, taking out the carton of orange juice. Andrew glances at me, the phone, Ariel, then back at me.

         "Ari, I think you're getting a call," he says.

         "I know," she says, taking a sip of the juice in her cup. "I have ears."

         "Are you gonna... pick it up?"

         "Hm. Perhaps if the one attempting to reach my cellular was not an absolute asshole and was actually alright I would answer the goddamn phone," she says, not blinking an eye. "And also alliteration acts as an anxiety alleviator and aids an atrocity. Even if it doesn't make total sense."

         "Ariel. You're not an atrocity," Andrew says softly.

         "Well I sure feel like one," she sighs deeply. "I know that it wasn't necessarily her fault. That he cheated on me. With her. And that she agreed to it. I guess there were just small things that she's been doing over time that made me feel annoyed and... yeah. Annoyed."

         "Hey... How long ago was this?" Andrew asks, cautiously.

         "Was what?" she asks in return, obviously stalling.

         "You and your friend. And that kid that you kind of liked but not really," he says, barely a whisper.

         "Oh. It was like," she says, then pauses for a moment. "I think it was about a week ago?"

         "A week ago," he says, raising an eyebrow.

         "Yeah. It was so long ago, there's no reason for me to still be pissed."

         I snort.

         "A week is extremely far from 'so long ago'," I sigh and shake my head.

         "Yeah," Andrew nods, then turns to me. "But she did say there were other things building up, so--"

         "I don't want to fucking talk about it," she says sharply but quietly, as we hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.

         "Is that my favourite brother and my favourite sister?" a voice calls, and Andrew whips his head around. He stands up as a few people walk into the kitchen. First is Abbot, who looks strangely similar to Andrew. But older. Definitely older. The same eyes, the same smile, the same nose... the only difference is Abbot's hair is a darker colour. In his arms rest an object. Not just any object, a baby. Leah.

         Beside Abbot stands Cleo. She stands with a soft smile and tired eyes. Her long, brown hair rest lightly over her shoulders as she smooths out the hem of her shirt. Behind them, Andrew's dad.  

         "And how could I forget you, Anderson," Abbot says, accompanied with a signature Abbot smile. I never understood him. He rarely calls me Ellie, mostly Anderson. I watch as Andrew stands from his chair and approaches them cautiously. He hovers by Abbot for a moment, then wraps his arms around Cleo. Ariel follows behind him and claims Cleo after he lets go of her. Once the two of them stop hugging, Cleo smiles at me and uses her hand to gesture me forwards. I stand up and walk towards her, then hug her too.