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***BTW A/N at the end: Please Read for Twitter Challenge and Personal Opinion on a Reece Mastin Related Topic****
Chapter 24
I walked into the dining room where mother and father were quietly eating their lunch. They looked so unhappy, Father on his iPad and Mother fixing the flowers in front of her every few minutes. What a terrible marriage.
“Mum?” I called “Dad?”
They both looked up at me slowly, bored expressions staying dominant on their face
“Quinn” sighed my mother setting her fork on the side of her plate “Are you ill, injured or dying?”
I frowned “No”
“Then why are you interrupting us during lunch?” she looked around quickly “And we’re Brooklyn?”
“Upstairs” I said with a smile, what they didn’t understand by that was that he was actually shoving everything in the two bags we had found in my old wardrobe and quietly dragging them down to his car “I wanted to talk to you actually”
They looked at each other quickly.
“Why?” asked my father
“Well” I sighed leaning against the table and crossing my arm, earning a glare from my mother but she remained tight-lipped “I just wanted to say Thank you” Both of their jaws dropped open as I continued “I understand that you spent a lot of money on that brunch, and these dinners cooking for an extra person, you spent money on clothes and shoes and so on”
My mother sat up straight, resting her locked hands on the table, fingers tightening and releasing like she was tempted to make a fist but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“And I guess I haven’t been very grateful”
Mother scoffed and Father sent her a glare that caused her to cover it up with a cough and a smile “Sorry, you were saying?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing “I understand where your coming from now, I really do and being here has taught me a few things I hadn’t learned during my childhood”
“Like what?”
“How to be a lady, how to set a table, hold a brunch” I smiled “Also how to work my marriage”
“Well you and Brooklyn seem to have that all sorted out” winked my father
“Now here’s the thing” I sighed “About Brooklyn per say”
Father frowned “Is something wrong with the boy?”
“No, no” I laughed “He’s perfect”
They stared at me intensely, suddenly catching on to my double meaning to this talk and I smirked. Now it was time to make the fantastical ending to my speech.
“Brooklyn’s just another bike riding, tattoo obsessed, drink addicted, perv of a boy who doesn’t give a crap what his father says and doesn’t give a fuck what either of you think” I grinned “Which is what makes him my best friend” I sat up on the table and smiled at them like a teacher giving a lecture “You see, Brooklyn was an exchange student at my school from year 7 till year 10, meaning I already knew him and admittedly had already dated him, he was my cover”
Father dropped his fork onto the plate with a clatter “What?”
“Oh it’s okay Daddy” I grinned “It’s not the first time I’ve played you two”
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