can i just say that i am so very addicted to Song Pop! i can't stay off it haha.
andi hart│the rose court apartments
June 21st, 2012
“So?” I asked my sister Juliette, as she breezed into my apartment. She put her bag down at jumped up onto the counter in my kitchen.
“I asked around and I have confirmation that Luke Smith is indeed, in Boston.” I shut the door and walked towards her, sighing.
“Great.” I grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge and took the top off, taking a large mouthful.
“What’s the big deal?” Questioned Juliette, who motioned for my beer. Handing it to her, I grabbed another one and leant against the counter beside her.
“There is no big deal. I just wanted to know if he was in town or not.” She gave me a look that told me she didn’t believe me. “It’s true!”
She shook her head. “You forget how well I know you.”
“Fine,” I sighed. I placed my beer down and played with my hands. “It’s him.”
She gave me a weird look before realisation hit her and she made an ‘o’ with her mouth. “Him? As in him?”
“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p’. “That’s the one.”
“Does he know?” I shook my head.
“No, and he doesn’t need to know. It would be a different matter if she was in my life but she’s not. He’ll just cause trouble if I tell him.”
“True. But he is a father, don’t you think he should know about his daughter?” I knew where she was coming from but there was no way I was telling him about Ella, or whatever new name she had been called by her adoptive parents.
“No, he left! He left without letting me know so why should I tell him anything?” It was petty but when he had left without a word back when we were teenagers, I was hurt so on principle alone, I didn’t have to tell him anything.
“I know he hurt you but that’s not a valid reason to not tell him he has a daughter.” I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at my sister.
“You are not helping here! I bet there are things you haven’t told Andrew.” She kept quiet, chewing her lip and I had my answer. “See, you can’t go on at me for not telling someone I once knew back home when you are hiding things from your fiancé.”
She raised her hands in defence. “Fair enough. Conversation is over about Ella. But what are you going to say to Luke when you see him again. He’s bound to go back to the pub to see you.”
I groaned and headed for the living area, dropping down onto the couch. Juliette joined me and we sat on opposite ends, looking at each other, legs crossed under us. It was times like these that made me realise how alike we were as sisters.
“I have no idea. I don’t even know how he found me! The last he knew I was still bumbling around in our hometown.”
“He’s obviously been doing some digging. Which gives the idea that he wanted to find you.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively and I threw the cushion I had in my hands at her.
“Oh god no. Look what happened the last time.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t even know if he is still hot!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s only been 6 years. He won’t have changed that much. You never know, he might have been disappointed when he saw what you look like these days.”
“I can’t believe you have just called me ugly. So much for sisterly love.”
“I do love you, that’s why I tell the truth.” I shook my head as I reached for the remote.
“Love you too.” I stood up, throwing the remote at my sister.
“Find us something to watch, I’m going to grab some food for us to pig out on.” She nodded and I walked into the kitchen, grabbing my phone as I went. Making sure my sister wasn’t following, I dialled a number on my phone and listened to the ring.
“Hello, O’Brien’s Pub.”
“Hey Cindy, it’s Andi. Can you do me favour? I need you to text me if a tall, blonde guy comes into the pub near closing time.”
“Don’t be so nosy, Cindy. Can you do it?”
“Yeah, I send you a text if he does/doesn’t come in.”
“Thanks.” I hung up and grabbed whatever I could find in the cupboard and a couple of bowls. Walking back to the couch, my sister looked up at me.
“Will The Godfather do? I knew you wouldn’t stand for Sex and the City being shown on you tv.” I shuddered at the thought.
“Hell no. The Godfather is fine by me.” We settled down and began watching the film in a comfortable silence.
It was nearing the end of the film when my phone vibrated and I whipped it out, covertly checking it without my sister seeing.
“No sign of him, sorry. C.
I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket, my attention turning to the film again, ignoring the disappointed feeling I had in my chest.
-anyone up for collabing sometime? Feel free to pm me or leave a comment!