It was raining again in the morning, I stood watching as the droplets of rain battered against the living room window. Rigby was next to me on his hind legs whimpering since he wanted to go on a walk. Only nobody was willing to take him out in the pouring rain. I stroked the top of his head causing his ears to flop back. He looked up to with his big brown eyes begging me to get his lead and harness. "Oh I'm sorry buddy I can't take you out just yet," I said apologetically, "but as soon as this rain stops I will. I promise." Rigby whined in response and cocked his head to one side.
"Rigby, breakfast!" Dad's voice roared from the kitchen. Rigby instantly wagged his tail and whizzed off to get his food. It was unusual to have dad up and about at nine in the morning especially on a Sunday, but I guessed that mum was feeling a tiny bit under the weather after a night consuming far more cocktails then she was used to. It must've been Tori encouraging her to keep on drinking the masses of alcohol. Mum certainly wasn't one for overdoing it. I couldn't remember the last time she was as drunk as she were. Plus her and Tori seemed to get along swimmingly. Anyway, because mum was feeling that way out, it was dads turn to prepare breakfast for us all including Rigby's of course. He was cooking full English breakfast for all six of us and the aroma was outstanding.
Taking one last look at the tremendous downpour downside, I came to sit down on our sofa and turned the tv on. I was flicking through the channels when I discovered that the shoe box full of dads old polaroid pictures was still adjacent to the table. It appeared that my parents didn't take it out of the lounge yet. Perhaps they forgot about it, or perhaps they wanted to reminisce over the photos inside together. I needed to remind myself to look inside the box sometime. After the story mum told me a few weeks back, I became interested into looking at the past images. I couldn't wait to see my parents in 80's gear.
I put the tv on a channel which aired old showings of a cop program which I enjoyed, I had probably seen the episode before but it was the best thing on at nine in the morning. I leant back and popped my legs up on the sofa as I lost myself in my own thoughts. I couldn't help but think about Skye. I admitted to myself that he was a bit of an arrogant prick but them eyes! I could NOT get them out of my brain. No matter how hard I tried. And some part of me was telling me that he was not as bad as he seemed.
My mind was suddenly aware that I had company, there was a slight bump in the sofa from a small shift in body weight and the tv started to play scooby doo cartoons. My cheeky little brother was sitting close by me and had snuck the tv remote from out of my lap. He also curled his legs onto the sofa to snuggle up to me. I automatically put my arm around him to give him a little squeeze. "Mornin' Lex," he yawned, "you're up early... for you."
"I know, I couldn't sleep ya monkey," I replied. It was true. I was tossing and turning all night trying to get the image of a tall, handsome, white-haired man with bronze toned skin and harrowing blue eyes out of my head. And there I was thinking about him yet again! I thought that it may be about time to ring Leila and Keira. Maybe they could get him off my mind?
Me and Zachary must've only been settled on the sofa for only a few minutes when an angry looking Leanne literally threw herself on on the second sofa. She lay on the sofa with her arms in the air blindly texting on her phone. Both of us stared Lee's way probably thinking the same thing - she was in a bad mood again?
Shortly after, Emilia glided into the room into the living room with the biggest grin on her face. I didn't like that look on her face. She was gonna ask some uncomfortable questions. "Morning all," she beamed, then added, "so Lexi that lad in the bar eh?" Oh, God. I knew it! Zak sat up suddenly interested in the conversation.
"What lad?" I questioned playing dumb.
"Oh you know who. That gorgeous American one with the bright blue eyes. Who happens to be daddy's colleague's little brother if I remember correctly." Mia hardly took a breath with that speech, her smile was too big for her face and she was practically glowing. Even if there was some juicy gossip to be had, I wouldn't share it with my twelve-year-old sister.
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The Darker Side Of Me!
RomanceAlexis (Lexi) Lowther defined herself as goth. Maybe it was because she felt like she was drifting from clique to clique, never seeming to find her place. Maybe it was because she felt no connection to her parents. When they springs the idea of movi...