Now for Chapter 1! Reviews and suggestions are greatly appreciated!
"But Harry, I don't want you to leave…" I pouted at him as he told me the news that he would be moving.
"It's what's best for the band Erica" he replied softly. He could tell I was both sad and a bit angry. "Plus, I'm not moving that far away. It's about a 30 minute drive from here."
Harry had been in this band for a little while now. However, he chose now to inform me that they decided to pull their money together to buy a house so they could focus on their music. I really didn't want him to leave. He was like my best friend; well he was my brother of course.
"But still, I barely get to spend time with you anymore; once you leave that time will be non-existent."
"Well how about this, we're not moving until next month, so my free time until then will be all yours."
"Fine" I crossed my arms. I got up from the sofa I was sitting on and went to straighten up the living room a little. Cleaning always took my mind off things. "So when do I get to meet these band mates of yours? I've got to approve of who's going to be keeping my big brother in line" I smiled at him.
"Well, that's what I was just going to talk to you about" he began. "Since we're all going to be living together, we thought it would be proper to meet each other's families beforehand" he explained to me. "And guess who gets to go first?"
"Oh, don't tell me they'll be here in five minutes…" Harry was notorious for not telling people about his plans.
"No," he took a slight pause, "they'll be here in two hours" he quickly responded, trying to hold his ground.
"Harry!" I scolded, "This would have been nice to know a while ago."
"I would have said something, but I kept forgetting."
"'Forgetting', okay. Well I suppose they would enjoy a nice meal, wouldn't they? How long are they staying?"
"They're going to stay for dinner. But no need to worry, I've already checked the pantry and there's plenty of food to eat!"
"And is any of this said food cooked?" I started to walk towards our tiny kitchen.
Harry followed me. "No, but that's where my favorite little sister comes in!"
I turned around to see a huge, but fake, smile plastered across his face. I sighed and started back towards the kitchen. "Okay one, I'm your only little sister and two, I'll cook for you guys…but what do I get in return?"
"You get me for the month until we leave!" he stated.
"Oh no, nuhhh-uhhh. That does not count, we already agreed on that" I argued. Wow, it sounded like we were little kids again.
"Uhhmmm, you'll get a big hug?" he opened his arms wide.
"As enticing as that sounds, no. I'll think of something." I grinned at him.
"I'm kind of scared about what you're capable of conjuring up in that head of yours."
"Oh calm down. It's not going to be that bad" I assured him. "So," I said, changing the subject, "how does spaghetti sound for dinner?"
"Great!" he said. Then he pulled me into a hug and said "who would've thought that I'd need my little sister's help for everything…I'd always thought it'd be the other way around."
I smiled up at him and all I said was, "hey, I'm not that little!" and then I pulled out all of the fixings for dinner and got on with the cooking.
