An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 9!!! xx :)

Luke and i had a conversation for nearl two hours. we basically got to know each other, so yeah i now know he likes peaches and his favourite colour is yellow God knows why i mean it like lemoneeyy. yuck but still its a start of some sort of an awkward relationship! i had a paper round thismorning so six am was my lovely time to rise.

i cycled to our newsagents and and arrived at six thirty, i walked in to collect my newspapers from bryan. he'd owned the shop since before Paris was born, thats what mum had said. so hes basically one of the nice old guys with grey hair and box glasses, the type that calls everyone darling but not in a creepy kind of way.

"Morning Bryan." I called over the counter to him, he was crouching on the floor sifting through papers, probably bills.

"Ah, Pippa morning darling your papers are over there on the shelf." He nodded up in the direction to the shelves. i reached up on tiptoe and pulled them down. i put them in my eluminous green bag and went back out to my bike.

i had to cycle to five different coldisacs which takes me about 2 hours. first stop was green way, it took me ten minuets to get there and fifteen minuets to deliver all of the papers record timing by my part. i cycled to blossom close then my god we have cheesy names around here. any way that took me ten minuets and ten minutes to deliver. next stop was er forget it i cant be bothered to tell you where im going.

it was half seven now and i was tired, it was too early and my legs felt like piles of crap, i stopped at a corner and sighed.

"Pippa?" I looked up warily.

"You looked wacked." I yawned right on cue.

"You know how to flatter a girl dont you?" it was harry from my form, cheeky, irratating but he was one of my closest friends and i loved him none the less.

"So, earning a living then?" He nodded at my bag of bulging papers.

"yeah, well i've go nothing better to do." that was a complete lie, i could be in bed right now, i could be doing my internet lessons (which are absaloutley crap might i add). i could be at the hospital checking on Paris. i could be doing... anything other than this. extra excersise that i dont want to do. but im here none the less and im avoiding being at home, being constantley reminded that my sister is in hospital and theres nothing i can do.

"Hey! Is it true about Paris?" His face lit up like a lightbulb as he said it. i stared at him blankly for a second.

"Shes pregnant right?"

"Oh! Yeah, yes, she is." I cant believe i forgot to tell him!

"Your well lucky you know. youre gonna be around a baby all day." I nearly laughed at him.

"Since when are you a baby person?! and you're forgetting the nappies, the screaming, the sick, no sleep. Need i go on?" he chuckled at me.

"Okay fair point but thats what Paris is for isnt it?" i completely forgot where i was. Paris. shes in hospital! I should be with her, i, i should be helping. i should be with Luke trying to keep him calm. he. he was in the kitchen, probably crying, or, or worse. i dropped the papers, clambered on to my bike and cycled like hell down the road.

"Hey! Pippa! Wai..." I didnt hear the rest of what he said, i'd gone round a corner. i cycled home in twom  minuets flat. how the hell i managed it i dont know but i did. i chucked my bike on the floor and ran through the door.

"LUKE!?" I screamed his name like he was dead on the floor in front of me. i heard foot steps and suddenly he appeared in front of me.

"What? Are you alright? have you hurt yoursel what?!" he took my shoulders.

"i..." He dragged me into the lounge and sat me on the sofa.

"What is it?"

"I came to check that..." I breathed in shakily. i still had no breath in my lungs from cycling.

"Pippa?" he looked at me sideways on. worried in a way.

"i thought you might be... sad... alone...Paris... hospital... and" i started crying then.

"Your back because of me?" He sighed at me and whiped my face.

"Hey, im older. i should be helping you." he stayed still for a moment more beore giving me a hug. and i didnt pull away.