Shower Duet |✔

Chapter 3: My Type (Of Guy)

Thank you to Night-Eye for this beautiful cover.

I also wanted to say that I noticed that I had, at least, 12 reads on my book but there is maximum 3 votes on one chapter. I wanted to point it out because it means a lot to me if you vote so please do and don't forget to do it on each chapter.

I also haven't been getting any comments. It really does help if you do. It let me knows what you think about my story and how to be a better writer.

Thanks, here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy.

Love India xxx

>>>▪<<<

Between school, cheerleader practice and plenty of shower duets the days went by quickly and before we knew it, it was the school holidays.

>>>▪<<<

"Good morning" my sister cheered.

"Morning" I answered as I walked into the kitchen.

I went over to the cupboards and poured myself a glass of orange juice and grabbed a bowl. I walked back over to the kitchen table and sat down with my sister.

"What time is your flight?" I asked, reaching for the cereal box.

"At 11:47."

I glanced at the oven's clock. It was already 8:31.

"You sure you don't wanna come?"

"Certain. And it's a bit to late to change my mind" I admitted.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do you not want to come?"

"I can't because of the games" I mumbled, looking down at my cereals.

"We all know that's just an excuse. And besides, I'm sure Liv could get another cheerleader for one night."

"Yeah, she propably could" I admitted.

I honestly didn't even know why I didn't want to go. I now he works a lot and he does try to stay in touch but it just doesn't seem to work.

Mum thinks it's because the break up affected me but, to be honest, I couldn't of cared less about the divorce.

We were never close with my father so, when they split up, it didn't really change anything.
I think I just want to cut the relationship completely but I'm not sure and I'm scared to do something I'll regret.

Harper got up and put her bowl in the sink. As she was going to say something, the phone rang. We both looked at each other before racing to the living room to get to the phone first.

"Ouch!" I cried as I banged my pinky toe on the coffee table.

My evil sibling took advantage of it and pushed me onto the couch before grabbing the phone.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Okay, be down in a sec" she smiled before hanging up.

"It was mum" she informed me. "She wants us to go down to help her with the groceries."

That is the one thing I hate about this apartment: the no lift situation, especially when we bring the shopping home.

While Harper went down to help out mum, I hop back to the kitchen to finish my breakfast.

>>>▪<<<

A couple of minutes later, she appeared in the kitchen, dragging a bag full of groceries behind her.

"Thanks for your help" she spat sarcastically.

"No problem, sis."

I put my bowl in the sink and started to unpack when I heard voices coming from the hallway. The front door was slightly open and I could see more bags. I recognised my mother's voice as well as my sister's but there seemed to be a third person. Just as I was about to move closer to eavesdrop, my sister opened the door wider and carried in the last of the groceries. I quickly hurried back to the kitchen, pretending to put the rest of the shopping away. Harper walked in followed by mum.

"One of those days I'll break my back carrying something up those stairs" she mumbled "I hate theme!"

"Good job the neighbour was there. We would of had to do at least five trips to the car to get those bags up."

Now that caught my attention.

"The neighbour?" I asked.

"Yes, a boy, probably your age, lives just next door."

"He's very cute! Tall, blondish hair and light eyes" my sister added.

Mum just rolled her eyes.

"No but he was!" Harper insisted.

"Okay, he was maybe a little cute" our mother finally admitted with a small smile.

"And he's sporty!"

"And how do you know that?"

"He was sweating and wearing sports clothes, so I assumed he was probably back from a jog" my sister shrugged.

While we finished unpacking my brain finally went through the new information. My duet partner was a cute teenager. Helpful, kind, sporty... And he was blond. Exactly my type.