Vaughn's POV.
I was walking down stairs and through the hallway. I smelled spaghetti sauce. Julia must be cooking.
I saw that new girl Zoey setting two glasses of water on the table. I noticed there was 4 plates intsead of 3. 'Oh that's right, the girl is living with Julia and Mirabelle now.' I thought.
I sat down at my side of the table and hung my head low, looking at my thumbs fiddle around. That is until a tall glass of milk was set next to my plate.
I looked up at Zoey questioningly.
'Why would she even bother?And how did she know I prefer milk?' She warmly smiled at me, with her big green eyes sparkling. I watched her pony tail whip around as she spun to pour herself some milk. But this time she poured less than mine and then poured some water to mix in with the milk.
'What the? Gross! She on some diet?' I thought.
Her dirty blonde hair kept bouncing around in her pony tail as she set her glass down and sat in her chair next to me.
"You on some diet, er somethin' ?" I questioned towards her milk.
"N-no, I like it this way." She quickly said.
Just then Mirabelle walked in the shop, probably getting back from talking with Felicia.
"Hello dear,"She refered to Zoey and I."Julia! This smells good!" she cheerfully added.
Julia spun around with the pot in her hands. She set it down in the center of the table, and sat down.
I reached for the spoon in it but my hand got quickly smacked away by my annoying cousin. I could tell Zoey was shocked and Mirabelle was used to our behavior she just sighed.
"Vaughn! You know we gather and hold hands to pray before we eat!" Julia scolded me. I glared at her in frustration.
Mirabelle took Zoey and Julia's hand, as Julia took mine. I paused reluctantly and took Zoey's hand.
It was so saoft and fragile, I could literally squeeze it hardly and it just might shatter in my left hand. I wouldn't do that thought. We all bowed our heads and said our prayers.
After dinner I sat at Mirabelle's counter. I spotted a newspaper and begun reading it.
"Julia! Where's the phone?" I heard Zoey's voice from the living room.
"Julia's upstairs." I replied.
"Oh, where's the phone?" She repeated once again.
She so blunt. Does she not see it over by the door?
"By the door." I pointed. My voice was gruff but slightly annoyed.
I blocked out her conversation until she yelled something to her dad about that strange fisherman who lives on the island.
I cleared my throat to catch her attention. She turned with the phone in her hand.
"Shut up! Your too loud!" I grumbled.
She tensed. "Y-yes sir." She said in a mousy tone.
I felt a hint of guilt, but I ignored it as she said something about Denny again. I strained to hear because she was lowering her voice.
"Dad, Denny was my first boyfriend. Remember?" She whispered erritated.
I had this this anger in me for a few seconds. 'Woah, what just happened?' I actually felt emotion. Like jealousy - 'Why should I care?"
I shrugged it off.
"I love you too, Dad." She hung up.
I went back to my newspaper. I felt her green eyes glancing at me, as she made her way to Julia's bedroom.
Zoey's POV.
I made my way upstairs into Julia's room. I plopped down on her side of the bed.
"You okay? You look nervous." I turned to see the blonde pull her nightshirt over her head.
"Yeah, I'm Fine. I just got off the phone with my father. He's doing fine." I stated.
"Oh well, that good." She sat next to me. It got quiet. So I walked to her dresser and pulled out my black and blue pj's I already unpacked and put away earlier. I started to change into my black tank top and blue checkered shorts when she asked,
"So how did you like holding my cousin's hand?" I saw her giggle and wiggle her eyebrows at me.
"Julia!" I snapped. I didn't mean to sound so harsh.
"I know. I'm sorry. Jeez, you think you'd be over your whole brake up by now. It was two years ago.." she trailed off.
"Julia," I sighed and got on my side of the bed and layed down."My parents split up, and the same experience happened to me.
I just don't want to be left again." I sadly said and domr flashbacks of bad memories popped into my head.
"I'm sorry." She hugged me goodnight and turned off the lamp light.