Love, Anonymous

Chapter 16: Heart 2 Heart with my Brother

Waking up was the hardest part the next morning, last night felt like a beautiful nightmare. Everything seemed just too surreal. It was like it just happened in a blink of an eye and it's scary. Bradley's face seemed to crawl back into my mind. Oh, how he was just so incensed. I was never used to seeing those sides of people-maybe except from brother but yeah, it's different. Connor's part of my family.

The smell of smoke infiltrated my nostrils, and as it became stronger and stronger, I was alarmed. I quickly stood up and followed the thickening puffs coming from downstairs. "What's going on??" I distressedly cried out.

The smoke alarm was blaring my ears while the smoke was choking me with its powerful hands of burnt whatever. The figure from the kitchen was trying to fan out the smoke coming from the oven while reaching the smoke alarm with a broom. The mop of blonde and brown hair gave me the idea it was my brother. I raced myself to the windows and opened them quickening the movement of air out of the room. Once everything seemed to get back to it's normal state I sighed.

"Were you trying to burn the house down?" I jokingly blurted out that seemed to come out as an insult.

He looked at me, "I was trying to cook breakfast. Mom's not home,"

I laughed and neared him, "Next time, wake me up or order some Maccas please," I hugged him.

He laughed a long with me as we both hugged. We unclasped from each other and he looked at the burnt cookies, "I know its pretty late for this but, do you want some breakfast?"

I giggled as I looked at his cookies, "No, I wouldn't want to risk myself getting cancer just because I ate burnt cookies," he faked a pout as I laughed even harder. "Let's go to that breakfast diner Mom used to bring to when we were kids!"

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"Mmmm" I purred. "I haven't had Fred's pancakes for so long!"

Connor rolled his eyes to the back of his head, "Mhmmmm so good,"

Fred's Pancakes were our favorite place when we were kids, besides the great food they had a small playground in the corner of the diner. Connor and I would always time each other through the playground as if it was a soldier's training course and I would always beat him in it because I was smaller than him. The first stage was through the "rocky road" which were small steps onto the main platform of the set. The next was the "jungle" which was the part where we had to cross the bridge that had long green stringers in the entrance. Then, it was the "merri-go-round" which was basically self-explanatory, it was the part of the playground that was a small room that fitted into a merri-go-round that we had to spin with to get across. Monkey bars were next and then the last stage was the "slippery slide" that was a spiral exit into a pit of colorful balls.

It was one of the best memories I had when I was a kid.

That was when Mom did not have a fast-paced occupation. I mean being a lawyer pretty much carried out our whole family just fine. But I do want to see her in the house more than just a few hours. I miss my mother.

"Hey remember that playground we used to go to when we were here? What do you say we do our tradition for ol'sakes time?" I challenged him.

"You. Are. On" he slapped his hands onto the table and we raced to the playground.

"Okay rock, paper scissors?" I questioned and earning a nod from him.

"Okay I win" he said as I glanced down at our hands. I rolled my eyes as I saw that he was a paper and I was scissors.

I scoffed. "Scissors beat paper, dummy."

"Hey don't call me dummy, I'm older," he said as he crossed his arms as if he still was 12 years old.