Dreams We Had

Chapter Thirteen - Momo Miki

"It's time to get up sis!" He giggled, shaking me as hard as he could to try and wake me up. I assumed this was some sort of pay back for something I had done. I tried to roll to the other side of the bed, but he wouldn't let me. I really want to kick him straight across the room for waking me up. He shook me more. I could see his smug face out of the corner of my eyes.

"No! Let me sleep!" I groaned.

"Nope! Nope! You gotta get up!" He continued annoying me more and more. If he didn't leave me alone soon I was going to kick him. I was going to kick him where it hurts worst. There was no remorse. My mind was made up.

"Go away asshole. Go wake up your boyfriend, not me!" I cussed. He stepped back, stopping the torture. I knew I wasn't totally off the hook because I could hear him breathing.

"I have a surprise for you though!" He whined in an annoyingly high-pitched tone.

"It can wait! I'm trying to sleep here!" I pulled my leg back in anticipation. Three. Two. The moment I got to one he began to laugh,grabbing my arm and pulling me off the mattress with one tug just before my foot hit him. I hit the floor with a smack and rolled, stopping face up on the cold wood floor.

"God! What is wrong with you?" I screamed.

"I need to show you something! Please."

"Fine. Whatever it is, it better be good." I snarled as I followed him into the living room where he gestured for me to sit down on the couch. He was way too excited for whatever it was, and with my luck it was probably going to be a prank.

"Okay, okay just wait here one second!" He beamed, excitedly running to his room. A few moments later he came running back with a pink envelope, carefully placing it on my lap. Okay? I thought as I ripped the pink paper and pulled a piece of paper out. Confused, I carefully examined it. It was a small sheet of paper from a note pad with the words 'We're going home' scribbled in his sloppy handwriting. I couldn't believe what I was reading. I read the words over and over again, making sure there was no mistake. This must have been a prank, a mean, mean prank.

I looked up and stuttered, "We're actually going home?"

"Yes." He smiled.

"You're not messing with me, are you?"

"No. I'm serious. We start planning the trip with Sheerly next week."

The tears began involuntarily. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly, which was something I hadn't done since we were little. He was tense and obviously a bit uncomfortable, but I stayed put until he gave in and put his arms around me creating an awkward sibling hug. I thought of all the things I wanted to do on the trip, all the things I wanted to say, and feelings I wanted to have. They all came flooding in just as fast as the tears did. After a few minutes Kayden walked into the room looking down at his phone. He was wearing a grey shirt with short black sleeves, plaid red shorts, and an extreme bed head. Obviously, he too had just woken up.

"Yo dude, I'm starving! When's the food going to be? Oh, oh!" He said, and when he looked up from his phone he realized that he had interrupted something important and slid back down the hall.

"It's done Kay." Kian began, breaking free from the awkward hug, "I made brunch." He continued as I wiped the tears from my eyes. He had indeed made brunch. The table was filled with food: hash browns, pancakes, waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, anything you could think of was there.

"Since when do you know how to cook?" I retorted. I was positive I had never seen the boy cook anything more complex than pancakes. He gave me a funny look as he reached into the cupboard.