Flaws

Chapter 5- Missed Breakfasts and Obsessed Friends

Chapter 5- Missed Breakfasts and Obsessed Friends

"Why didn't you tell me you were going away again?" I said to the mirror. The girl reflected there had lines of worry on her forehead and fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Just do it Liv" I urged, running a hand through my hair anxiously. In the corner of my eye, I saw my phone screen flash on to signify a snapchat. I tapped it open and saw it was from Spencer: a picture of a sleeping Ryan with the words 'your man' in the centre of the screen. I snorted and sent him one in reply: 'I don't have a man :P' before chucking it on the bed.

I rolled my eyes at him, though it had given me the courage to go downstairs and say to my parents what I always stopped myself from saying. I brushed my hair quickly, checking the time to decide whether to get changed now or after. Despite myself I was excited to have breakfast with company for once so smiling, I ran downstairs eagerly. I expected to be greeted by the unusual sight of my parents at the table, but in fact found myself alone again, like any other morning. I stared around for a minute without processing it, then checked to whole ground floor. I swallowed as it became clear they had left without a word.

I sighed through the disappointment that was most certainly coursing through me. Couldn't they ever be normal? Just one breakfast is all I wanted and they couldn't even give me that.

Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I settled into the silence that had become all too common in the house. My phone buzzed yet again, this time because it was ringing:

"Hello?" I said uncertainly.

"Liv? I'm on the way to yours. Are you ready?" Spencer replied without saying hello. My eyes widened as I looked down at myself still in my pyjamas and face unmade. No I was really not ready.

"What?" I squeaked. "Where are you?" I turned around to find him in the doorway:

"Here" He grinned, phone at his ear. I gave a girlish gasp as I realised what I was wearing (hardly anything) and resisted the urge to cover myself. However, he was hanging up the phone distractedly and didn't notice my appearance.

When he did look up his eyes widened, looking me up and down with something akin to surprise.

"I'm guessing you're not ready yet" He rose an eyebrow sardonically and all the awkwardness that had crippled me moments before dissipated. This was Spencer: it didn't matter if he saw me like this. So I acted like I usually would:

"What?" I pulled a pouty face. "Don't you like it?" I teased and Spencer looked at me both tiredly and as if he was afraid for my sanity.

"Get dressed" he ordered and I rolled my eyes at him. Spotting a basket of newly dried washing, I grabbed the nearest outfit.

"Won't be long" I said as Spencer sat down at the table, sighing. He smiled at me and cocked his head to the side:

"Get going then" he grinned. I had to grin in return because his smile was so infectious. I ran upstairs, pulling my shirt over my head as I went, I was just close enough to here Spencer shout:

"Nice pyjamas by the way Liv"

I frowned at him, forgetting he couldn't see my reaction. I stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Oh shut up" I called, glad he couldn't see the flushing of my cheeks.

I pulled on my clothes, huffing irritably as I did so.

"You didn't have to come and get me you know" I shouted.

"What and miss a chance to see you in our PJs?" He replied and I snorted. Stupid boy.