Expect The Unexpected

Attempt #5

So here I sit in the kitchen ,texting, as my little brother eats some peaches. I flinch when one unexpectedly hits me in the eye. I look up and scold him, pointing my finger and saying "listen kid, I'm not in the mood." He just giggles and says, "spect the unpected sis!" Only one more hour with this kid then I'll be able to go to Lyric's house.

-time skip 1 1/2 hrs -

I hop in my car and fly down the narrow back road. I turn my head when I pass the small cross hanging on a split tree marking where my sister took her last breaths. It's a simple white cross with her name on it, a few butterfly's are glued on signifying my nickname for her, butterfly. I fight back the tears knowing if I start, I won't stop. I'm only a few more minutes from Lyric's so I turn on the radio and hum along to the chorus of a Plain White T's song. When I see her house I turn the radio down and pull in the driveway. I skip to the door and knock, I hear the recliner go down and soft footsteps. She opens the door and grins, " you know you don't have to knock, you're family here." I know she is hinting about my home situation, I just nod and follow her to the kitchen. As soon as we enter I can smell the aroma of a potato purée. We sit at the table and make talk of the wedding plans and how Dean is. I tune her out when she starts on this guy she thinks would be perfect for me. He doesn't sound like my type, too mysterious. I only catch a few things like "dinner Sunday" or "wear a nice dress", "how about that blue one." "Lydell? Lydellary!", I come back to reality and see Lyric agitated.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you", she questions me.
"Just a small bit", I whisper and smirk.
" Sunday, blue dress, 7 pm at Rue Dumaine." I roll my eyes and mutter a yes. I can't argue, I wouldn't stand a chance against her hard headed attitude. She smiles and gets up to stir the purée.