Broken Hearts are Made to be Fixed

Chapter 8

It's the next day and I snuggle further into my warm blankets, sighing in content. One in specific is so comfy, it's the throw blanket you would sometimes put on top of the spread. It's fuzzy, black and feels like heaven.

Last night after Lucas met my parents and threw me under the bridge like a butthole, he eventually went home after I showed him around the house and pointed out any new features. He was quiet taking everything in, it was like he was reliving his childhood.

Stretching out of my bed that I would be more than happy to stay in all day, I hop up and throw myself into the bathroom. I take a much needed and slightly long shower, then wrap myself in a dressing gown after drying off. After I then enter my room and dig through my wardrobe for comfortable clothes, I eventually agree on my black leggings and my oversized blue and black flannel.

I get changed and wander downstairs, fighting the need to fly down the rail, but my Mum has been annoyed enough lately. Entering the kitchen I notice my brother stuffing a slice of toast into his mouth, his eyes half closed in drowsiness.

"Don't choke dearest brother, or I'll have the opportunity to steal your car." Cheekily I slap him on the back and he coughs for a few seconds.

"You're evil." He wheezes, clearing his throat and glaring at me.

"I'm not evil, I'm just a genius."

"An evil dumb head more like."

It's my turn to glare at him and turn, whipping him with my waist long hair.

"You suck." He mumbles as I open the fridge.

Ignoring my brother, I pull out the bottle of milk that I bought when my mother tricked me and place it on the bench, then shuffling over to the pantry, I fetch my favourite cereal. I bring out my milo flakes and pour the chocolately goodness into a shiny white bowl, followed by milk. After, I put everything away and grab a spoon from the draw and shove it closed, placing the spoon carefully into my bowl with a satisfied grin.

I have been looking forward to my cereal ever since I woke up under an hour ago.

I migrate to the lounge room and sit with my feet up on the coffee table, reaching for the remote and I immediately begin shuffling through the TV shows. Early morning TV is usually full of children TV shows, so I'm happy when Sponge Bob blesses my screen.

"Oh Sponge Bob, the yellow sponge with an ambition bigger than the moon. He's so relatable. I feel that, especially since I'm so passionate into becoming a taste taster for milo flakes. If I could become a taste tester instead of a journalist, I'll be a happy women." I mumble fervently.

"Honestly you are so strange. I thought you were happy about your job?" Caleb says, plopping into the vacant spot beside me on the couch.

"I'm just being silly. You know how deranged I am when I wake up. My brain is too tired to make sense. But yes, I am happy about my job. But if I could be a taste tester for this amazing cereal I'd take it in less than a heary beat." I joke, shaking my head. "But in all seriousness, I'm proud to have the occupation I have. Being a journalist. They're happy I want to be a graphic designer for their company, so I'll start writing instead of drawing if I have to. I'm just happy they took me in and gave me the opportunity to learn."

"I'm glad you're thinking positively, sis. I know that you want to design for them on the larger scale of things. You'll get there, I know it. You're doing great, I'm glad to see you on your feet. As much as I want you out of my hair, I'm glad to be seeing you nearby. It's crazy your job is close to where I'll be going to University with Joey."

I smile and am suddenly hit with a realization. "What do you think Lucas will be doing? Do you think he's working or going to Uni? Will he be even close to us?" I begin to ramble, eyebrows drawn together.