For Her

Chapter 4.

I was meeting them today.  My heart still pounded in my chest. The parents…. Her parents. My lungs didn’t want to function, hopefully it wasn’t essential at the moment. The one’s who raised my sister. Today was the day we were going to talk, and I was going to ask if it would be alright with them if I met her. Gosh, my life’s on the line, and i’m not even in any danger. I knew she was old enough that it could be her decision, but I wanted to do it right and also have mutual respect. I wanted to know, not only if she knew if she was adopted, but if she wasn’t that it would be okay for her to find out.  I wouldn’t want to keep it a secrete that she was my sister, but if i had to, i would do it. I just wanted to get to know her.

I sighed and leaned on the counter top, staring at my coffee pot. I had been staring at it for the past five minutes, thinking and wishing for coffee. Then Garret walked in and saw me, an amused expression on his face.

“Staring at it won’t change the fact that you forgot to buy coffee yesterday.” He said as he skirted by me to the pantry. I sighed and shook my head, then glared at him before looking back at the coffee pot with a pout.

“True, but it’ll give me the incentive I need to go to Starbucks.” 

“How bout I give you one? You get me my coffee, or i’ll shove my pop tarts in places that will surprise you when you turn the corner.” He raised a challenge eyebrow.

“This loft is a rent, you damage anything and you’ll have to pay for it.” I pursed my lips, then got up off the counter.

“Only if you get me coffee.” He said, pointing at me with a glare, but I could.

“I take it you talked to Keeley last night, then?” I chuckled, seeing the good mood he was in.

“Maybe,” He rolled his eyes, then grabbed for the pop tarts. 

“Hey, only until tomorrow are you allowed to eat those. You start fighting again after that.” I slapped him on the shoulder, almost succeeding in making him drop that disgusting excuse of breakfast.

“Worry about yourself instead,” He frowned at me, then his face suddenly went soft. “You’re meeting them today, aren’t you?” He asked as realization crossed his face. I only nodded my head, not really caring to voice it out loud. It wasn’t that I was scared, It was more that… If I really did say it out loud, this would become a dream that I would have to wake up from. “Don’t worry, i’ll be right there getting coffee.” 

“Who said we were meeting at a coffee shop?”  I said sarcastically.

“You did, yesterday. And the day before that, and the day before that, and-“

“If you continue to say the same sentence over and over again then I’ll hide your precious pop tarts.” I threatened.

He held his hands up in surrender and backed away, his beloved pastry hanging form his teeth, only looking away once he exited my view. I rolled my eyes at him and how dramatic he could be in the mornings, then quickly grabbed the blue box and shoved them in the cabinets with the chips, hoping it’d take him a while to find them.

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When we pulled up to the Starbucks, my palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. My nerves were on end. And, I was chocking on my own spit. Garret slapped my back a few times and I wildly pushed him away, just wanting to cough out my lungs and get it over with, but then I got my breath back.