It's getting so hot in California D:, I need to go summer shopping already. Well, let's get on with the story!
~*Break*~
My dad got really mad at me for going for a swim in the frigid waters, and I was sneezing for a week afterwards, but it was so much fun. I hadn't seen Seth outside of school since then, but I was assigned to three projects with him, so I would be spending a lot of time with him in the weeks to come.
It was Friday again, and I was wishing that I could go back and swim in the water with him again. I was quickly snapped out of my daydream by my oceanography teacher setting down a huge pile of papers for me to pass out. I went about that, but still kept thinking about Seth and the beach. It was the first time in a long time that I had some real fun. After my mom died, it seemed like no one really had the time of day for me. Most of the girls I called friends avoided me like I was the plague, like if you caught me your mother would die.
None of them understood what it was like to lose someone so close to you, maybe your cousin died, or you grandfather…but it wasn't anything like losing your mother. She was the first person I saw almost every day and the last person I saw every night. I confided so many of my secrets in her, she was really my best friend. I sighed and continued to pass out the papers, most of them didn't make them to their owners though, I had no idea who three-quarters of these people were.
I handed the rest back to my oceanography teacher, and she handed them to someone who knew what they were doing. I started doodling in my notebook, I had forgotten to bring my sketchbook to school that day, and regretted it immensely. I continued to doodle when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I took it out and the contact info said Dallas on it. I sighed again, I had completely forgotten about my far away boyfriend. I opened the text.
We need to talk. This popped up on my screen, and I could tell what was coming next.
~*Break*~
I sat on my couch, not numb, but near close to it. It's not like I had been expecting him to break up with me this quickly, I thought maybe after high school. Or even when we were well into college. I had felt him get distant though, and maybe it was a good thing he had broken up with me. I was free to do what I wanted. What was it that I did want, though?
I couldn't think of anything sufficient enough, and went to get some orange juice from my fridge. I grabbed the jug, then opened a cupboard to get a cup. As I uncapped the orange juice, I heard the door to my house creek open. It must be Michael, I thought, and went back to pouring myself a drink.
I didn't hear any footsteps lead from the door to his room – which is where he usually went after school – so I took my orange juice and went to see what he was doing. As I walked into the living room, I saw that it wasn't my brother at all, it was my cousin.
"Jacob, what are you doing here?" He looked up from whatever he was doing and smiled at me, I raised my eyebrow and opened his mouth to explain.
"So, Michael is at the hospital getting stitches," He smiled at me apologetically, "And your dad sent me to come pick you up." I shook my head and grabbed my bag as I put on my flip flops. We walked out to his truck, not talking much, and got in the cab. I stared out the window the whole drive to the hospital.
I watched the trees pass by my window and wished myself to the hospital. I also wished myself to Oklahoma, and Hawaii, as well as wishing myself to my Aunt's house. Which was also in Oklahoma. After about twenty minutes we pulled into the hospital parking lot, I spotted my dad's car immediately and hopped out of the truck. I grabbed the bag I had taken with us and followed Jake's lead to the front doors of the hospital.
The nurses that were on duty allowed us through to see my brother, who was being stitched up by Doctor Carlisle. I saw the doctor finish up and pat Mike on the shoulder, I ran up to my brother and gave him a hug. He hugged me back lightly, and I smacked his arm.
"What was that for?" He yelled, "I just got stitches, and you're hitting me?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"What did you do anyway?" I asked, he shrugged and held up the hand with the stitches on it for me to look at while he told the story.
"I was at the store picking something up for dinner, and I accidentally knocked over a wine bottle." I raised both my eyebrows at him this time, "And, well, I tried to help clean it up, and one of the glass shards sliced my finger pretty good." He held up his injured hand again, and I shook my head at him.
"You're even worse than I am," I snorted, he laughed hysterically.
"Oh, that's funny, sis', considering your brains were almost all over the pavement the other night," He reminded me quickly, I could feel my face getting hot, and smacked him with my good hand again.
"Come on, we have to go pick up your medication at the pharmacy," He walked in front of me to get Dad, and I walked a little slower behind them and Jake. "Dickhead," I muttered under my breath.
"What was that, Josephine?" My brother asked over the sound of the hospital monitors. I smiled at him sweetly.
"It was nothing; I think you're hearing things." I smiled at him again, and he turned back around. It was going to be a long night.
Another chapter! Yay, so not as good as the other one, and certainly no Seth in this one, but hey she and her boyfriend broke up. This totally leaves it open for romance now ;), or does it?