Me and Amanda were sitting on the couch, Amanda sitting criss-cross-applesauce, and my head was resting on her legs. We were watching Orphan Black, I had lost interest a long time ago, but it was nice to spend time with Amanda without anyone else there. We haven't had a lot of that really.
But, when I heard the door knob twist, I jumped off of the couch. "Nick!"
He walked through the door, his suitcase at his side. I jumped on him and hugged him tight.
"Hey, Annie." He laughed, hugging me just as tightly.
"I missed you." I smiled.
"I miss you too." He replied.
I let go of him so he could go see Amanda. "Be careful with her arms though, they're painful."
He took note of that when he hugged her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders instead of underneath her arms as he usually did.
"Hey, Nick." She whispered.
Nick pulled away from the hug, and kissed her on the mouth. It took them a few minutes before they both pulled away. I pretended to gag, and left to the kitchen.
Neither cared, because when I got back with a drink of my own they were still making out. "Okay, I get it, you missed each other. Can you at least wait till I'm asleep?"
The two laughed after pulling away from each other, Amanda touched her lips. I've never actually seen her that happy before. It was quite the sight, and I missed it. I remember when Nick left, and she was just so heartbroken. She drank a bottle of wine every night, got a little tipsy and went to bed. I hadn't seen a genuine smile on her face in a long time, until Nick came back.
"Want a drink, Nick?" I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm good, I drank water the way here." He responded, "But thanks."
I shrugged and took a long sip of the lemonade in my hands.
"Okay, now that Nick is back can we PLEASE go to the park?" I asked, my fingers intertwined in the others.
"How about we let him actually settle in, and then tomorrow we go to the park?" Amanda offered.
I groaned. "Fine. That's okay I suppose."
"For now, why don't we all go out and get some dinner?" Nick said. "I'm starving, and airplane food is awful."
I nodded happily. "Can we!?"
"Yeah." Amand smiled. "I'd like that."
"Can we please go to that mexican place? I've been dying for a taco." I said.
"Sure." Nick laughed. "Go get ready to go and we'll leave."
I ran into my room, found the closest pair of clean jeans that sat on my dresser, and a red long sleeved shirt. I threw them on, grabbed my converse, and slid those on as well. I tied my hair up into a pony tail, and walked back out. "Can we go now?"
"Can I take your order?" Asked a tall man, his hair dyed purple.
"Can I get the double taco?" I said.
He wrote down my order, then Nick and then Amandas. He stared at as for a moment before finally saying, "You're a beautiful family. It's so hard to find a family so loving as you all. Me and my co-workers were talking about it, so many daughters wouldn't ever help their mother eat or drink in a time of need anymore. It's sad."
I blushed, even though I was Amanda's sister, the guy was right. Most kids wouldn't help their parents the way I was helping Amanda.
"Got lucky with this one." Amanda smiled at me, scoothing closer.
I laughed.
"Anyway, sorry. I'll go place your order." The man said, a blush creeping up to his cheeks as he walked away.
"I've never had anyone mistake me for being your mom." Amanda laughed.
"It's probably because Nick is here too." I shrugged.
"Still, even when I take you out, no one assumes you're my kid." Nick pointed out.
"Well. Isn't this just a special time." I crossed my arms on the table.
"Mom, dad. I have something to tell you to ruin the moment." I said.
Nick rolled his eyes. "Things were so happy."
I laughed.
When we got home, I got changed into pajamas. "Okay, need help with the bath?" I asked Amanda.
"No, Nick's going to help me tonight. You can go relax, you've been a good girl all this week helping me." Amanda smiled.
I cringed. "Oh, okay."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Get your head out of the gutter, Anastasia Phoebe."
I put my hands up in defense. "Hey, it's not my fault. You did this to me."
She shook her head. "Well now I'm just debating not giving you your surprise."
"What surprise?" I perked up.
She chuckled. "Guess what I bought you?"
"What!?"
"Guess!" She insisted.
"Amanda!"
"Okay, okay." She laughed. "I bought you a type writer."
I screamed.
She cringed.
"You did? You're the best!"
I've wanted a type writer since I was ten, because I loved the way they looked, and how they felt against your hands. I remember going to Munch's house, and he had one, and I begged Amanda daily for one until I forgot about it eventually.
"I know I am." She smiled. "But you are too. You've done a lot for me these past two weeks. You deserve it."
I grinned widly. "Where is it?"
"It's coming in the mail, it wont be here until Monday." She replied.
"Okay. I'm gonna go to my room and Skype, Aria. But I'll see you after your bath." I said.
She nodded. "Okay, sweetie."
So I left, my thoughts on the type writer I was soon to have.