*Silver*
6 years ago...
Jordan and I pulled up into the drive way and we got out of the car. We walked inside and as soon as I passed through the front door, warmth smacked me in the face. I let out a long yawn, and shivered.
"Want me to go grab a blanket from the dryer?" Jordan asked. I nodded, as he took off his shoes and jacket, and walked downstairs. I took off my shoes, and my- Wait, I forgot my jacket! Ugh, I felt so stupid. But I really didn't care I mean it was just a jacket.
I heard Jordan coming back up so I acted like nothing happened. He handed me the blanket and I slowly limped to the living room.
"Are you ok?" Jordan asked once again.
"I just got hurt, I'm fine" I said.
"Well maybe I could take you to the doctors next week" Jordan said. I shrugged,
"Whatever." I said, I went over and sat down on the couch as the phone started to ring. Jordan answered it while I turned on the TV. I really didn't want to hear what he was saying. I mean, it's none of my business, unless it was one of my friends, but still. The last thing I heard Jordan say was a 'yes' then he hung up the phone. Jordan then walked into the living room, by the look on his face I knew something was up. I muted the TV,
"Are you ok?" I asked. Jordan sighed and sat next to me. "Who was it?"
"The Airline" Jordan sighed.
"The Airline?" I questioned.
"It's the airport" Jordan said.
"Oh, why'd they call?" I asked. Jordan sighed and I knew bad news was coming straight my way.
"Flight 28-9 crashed" Jordan quietly spoke.
"Why-"
"That was the flight mom and dad were on" Jordan said. I looked at him,
"Is this seriously happening again?" Was all I said. "Or are we just filled with bad luck?"
"Yes, and no" Jordan said. "But, now that I'm eighteen we don't need another set of parents. I can look after you myself" I nodded,
"Where are you gonna work?" I asked.
"At a restaurant about 19 minutes away. The pay's really good, and for right now we get the rest of mom and dad's money." Jordan explained. I once again nodded,
"I wanted to ask-"
"About down the street?" Jordan asked.
"Yeah" I admitted.
"Don't worry. When the place opens back up I got the job, and I'm looking for an assistant." Jordan smiled.
"How old?" I asked.
"Thirteen" He said.
"Aww" I sighed.
"But-I just found out the owner escaped from prison, now he's back in there with one more year to his name" Jordan said.
"Sweet!" I cheered. Jordan smiled and ruffled my hair. I yawned again, falling back onto the couch.
"You gonna go to sleep?" He asked. I nodded, and he laughed, walking away. The lights were all turned off, and the room became silent except for a few soft noises coming from the TV. I sighed, spending my last few moments awake.
I wish Goldy was here. He'd make me feel better. After all, this is our 4th set of parents.