The Ride of a Lifetime

7. Villains

If I didn't find it weird that my brother was going out with my best friend before, I take it back wholly. Watching him running over his outfit in the mirror, I couldn't help but laugh at his trembling figure.

"Shut up." He hissed. Hands running through his hair for the millionth time, I rolled my eyes at his vanity.

"God, Max. You're acting like a five year old on their first day of primary school." I stared at my English paper, the tip of my pen between my teeth. 

"Is this shirt too wrinkled?" He continues to turn sideways while the vibration of my phone catches my attention. I see the message from Jayden and my brow lifts in amusement.

"You're going on to a date, not a church."

Typing away, the smirk plastering itself on my face didn't help with Max's nervousness at all. He jumps when he catches a look at his watch. Cursing, he rushes into his room to fetch his car keys and wallet before coming back into my doorway.

Damn, it was hilarious watching the two wreckages literally scream at me. One of them had barely chosen the dress.

I'll leave it to you to guess who.

I give Max his desired once over, chucking him a thumbs up. The white button up and black jeans were definitely something new. Normally, he could care less about formal appearances. T-shirts and jeans were his go to. It was what added to his 'messy appeal'.

He'd asked Jayden on a date to some restaurant on the east side of town which was even more of a shock.

Now, if it weren't for how much effort he's been putting in, I would never let him anywhere near the idiotic piece of innocence. My brother had enough of his share of the 'fuckboy' reputation.

He finally saunters off, determination set on every feature. It was renewing to see him like this.

"Please don't scare her off. She's the only one who gives me food without complaining!" I call as I hear him descending the stairs.

"No promises, sister."

I snorted, continuing my essay. About halfway in, there was a knock on the front door. Geez, he messed up already?

"Luna! There's a note left for you."

Huh.

I blinked. 

Holy shit.

I tore myself from my seat, dashing down the stairs in one motion I thought I was flying. The trip at the last step painfully reminded I was not.

Crawling to my feet, I ignored my mum's concerned stare as I rip the piece of paper from her hands. My hasty hands let it slip through my fingers. I cursed, catching it mid air before unfolding it a tad more gently.

How are you, my girl?

Wasn't this a wonderful surprise?

I'm sorry this was a very lame joke but your mother and I thought there had to be something done to get you to laugh. At me, with me. As long as a smile graces those beautiful lips.

I hope you will spare a great deal of room in your heart for forgiveness. I know it's much to ask and I know my absences have caused you a great deal of trust issues.

But my Moon, there's not a day I don't spare a glance at you. Please remember that.

I love you,

Dad.

P.S Continue to pretend I somehow managed to fly all the way from Brazil to leave this your doorstep.