'I'm home' I chime as I enter my house. I don't know if anyone is home or not, but some habits are hard to get rid of.
I proceed to the kitchen and place the picnic bag on the table. As soon as I thought that I was home alone I hear the familiar sound of Luke entering through the front door. 'It's Luke, anyone in?'
'In the kitchen' I call out then I flop myself down onto a dining room chair and rest my head on the table because I'm exhausted after walking home. And I'm exhausted with Simon. I wonder if he feels guilty. Or maybe he thinks I am okay with it because I am "just a friend".
'Rough day?' Luke asks. I like Luke; he's been like my father sine forever. I just answer with 'Simon'. Luke understands.
'Ah I see. Your mother and I have always said that one day he will break your heart. He's not worth it. He is, and always will be a great friend, but no more.'
I know Luke is right, but I've had these 'feelings' of wanting to be more than a friend for years now. Why won't he just realise? I give in, let out a sigh, and retreat to my bedroom.
Once in my bedroom I get out my computer and start searching through the internet for anything interesting. Nothing. I click the red 'X' in the top right corner of the page and stare at my screensaver. It is a picture that Simon drew of me last year for my birthday. He's always been gifted on the artistic side of things. He takes after his mother that way.
Simon, like me, does not have a biological father. Because of this we seemed to click in some way when we were little and ever since then we haven't been able to be separated - except when there is a girl involved.
I close the screen of my computer and stare at the ceiling whilst lying on my bed. I close my eyes, ready to drift off, when my phone chimes. I resentfully sit up and grab my phone.
1 new text message from SIMON
Hey Clary J u ok? I'm sooooo sorry I forgot. Isabelle is sorry 2. U should meet her you will like her.
'As if' I thought whilst closing my phone.
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