December 20thI'll be home for Christmas.
Characters Floyd Westbrook
I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you
Home
1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.
Floyd Westbrook flicked through the dictionary, and stared at the words, he was sitting on the sofa in his father and Rachel lived, this was a home that was for sure, this was their home, but it wasn't his home, dissatisfied he continued to flick through the dictionary in search for another word.
Family
1 A group consisting of two parents and their children living together as a unit.
He sighed and slammed down the dictionary in frustration, he was bored out of his mind and he had nothing to do, Tiffany had commandeered the laptop and the electricity was out, finding words in the dictionary was the only available entertainment at the moment. The dictionary definitions had shown him one thing though; as much as he hated to admit it his Mother and Vaughan fitted the description of a family perfectly, so did Justin, Leo, Tiffany and himself, maybe that's what they were; a family. But how could they pretend to be a family when Justin was insistent on ruining everything?
Anyway it was too late now, his mother had left Vaughan and now there seemed even less point of even dreaming of going to university, Vaughan was supposed to help him prep for his interviews and guide him through the entrance exams like he had done millions with other pupil's, Vaughan would've been his lifeboat when it came to university, his mother was no good at giving advice which was exactly where she and Vaughan differed.
He shuffled his notes for his upcoming interview in January, the interview he was nowhere near prepared for, he looked at his notes and felt slightly sick; what if they didn't like him? What if they didn't like his artwork? It seemed that all the different scenarios of the interview going wrong were playing in his mind non-stop throughout the night and the day. He was panicking, he wished he had someone to talk to, but there was no-one, his father seemed nice enough but to laid back and jokey to go to with a serious problem, his mother was too busy fretting and he couldn't talk to Rachel because he didn't want to dump his worries on someone he barely knew.
He missed Vaughan, Vaughan was someone to depend on, someone to ask for advice, he missed the staff at Waterloo Road who were always willing to share their expertise, but most of all he missed his girlfriend; Gabriella. The move to Manchester had torn the two teenagers apart and the two albeit reluctantly broke it off, but Floyd couldn't help thinking of her, he missed her, she had been the first real girlfriend he ever had and he had even started planning what to get her for Christmas, the present was carefully nestled in the bottom of his cupboard in his bedroom back at Greenock, he sighed, wishing that he could see her one last time but he knew a trip to Greenock wasn't in the works anytime soon.
He saw his sister wander through the room and he had an idea, "Tiff," he said elbowing her hard, she glared at him and her eyebrows rose in curiosity.
"What is it?" She asked irritably, running her fingers through her feet.
"We need to go back to Greenock," Floyd replied.
"Why is this because you miss your girlfriend?" Tiffany teased.
"Look all our stuff's back there, so we'll need to go home sometime, can you just help me convince mum to go back to Greenock for a few days?" He asked.
"And why would I do that?" Tiffany asked.
"Because you can have my old phone if I get a new one for Christmas," Floyd offered, Tiffany seemed to contemplate on accepting the agreement before nodding.
"Deal, she really misses Vaughan anyway," Tiffany said, it was a stroke of luck when their mother came through the door just minutes after their conversation ended, she looked at the two suspiciously, and the culprits were grinning like two kids on Christmas day or two kids that had just pulled a cracker.
"Mum will we be going back to Greenock, because I've left all my Christmas presents back in my room," Tiffany said jumping straight in. "I spent ages picking out the perfect Christmas presents for you and Floyd and I don't want it to go to waste," she complained.
"Well-," his mother began.
"Plus all my stuff is back in Greenock, all my clothes, all my books, so we'll have to get our stuff back won't we, plus the house is partly yours so you need to come to some arrangement with Vaughan," she continued confidently, Allie in turn looked suspicious.
"Do you want to go back to Greenock?" she asked.
"Yes," Floyd that speaking to the first time, "it felt like home," he said finally, he hated Justin but maybe Justin was being genuine when he was sending the text, maybe just somehow he would have to find some way of dealing with Justin which didn't include physical violence.
"Okay we'll go as soon as the storm lifts," his mother agreed finally gesturing to the heavy snowfall outside the window.
Floyd swiped out his phone and sent a text to Gabriella. I'll be home for Christmas –F x.
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