The Bucket List (Currently On-Hold)

The Bucket List - Chapter Two

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The Bucket List : Chapter Two

Three and a half years later

Do you ever have that experience that it felt like you’re always being watched? Not the Bella-Edward thing kind of watching, but something scarier?

This morning, I woke up a little tipsy from the keg I had last night. This is the reason why I shouldn’t drink. My head throbbed and my hands fumble for support as I got up from bed. One wrong step and I’d be on my butt.

A few seconds later, a hand caught me before I could even fall in my butt. I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Sorry about that, Courtney,” I say as she guided me to the kitchen.

“Is that your way to greet your sister, Liz? I mean seriously, have you forgotten about me?” A cheerful voice asked. There’s only two people I know who’d be brave enough to say that when I’m drunk, either it’s Courtney or my sister.

I turned to see my red-haired sister Gab. She smiled at me broadly like we haven’t seen each other for a whole life time. I smiled at her too. But a little too faint because I am still not feeling so well.

She smirked. What is up to now? “You know, Mom’s going to kill you if she knows you’ve been drinking,” She said, or more like threatened me in her sing-song voice. I felt myself smile.

“It was just one shot, I didn’t it would cause me so much mess. And look who’s talking, Mom’s going to kill you too if she found out you’re in New York not at school.” I spat out at her. She stuck her tongue at me. That’s the sister I loved.

“Well, I’m already dead million times. I’m sure we can survive this,” She said in a playful voice. I couldn’t help but laugh.

She’s right. Mom had caught us doing a lot of reckless and nonsense things. Million times we thought we’d be dead when we got home wet from talking a swim at the lake, but million times we slipped through it all thanks for Dad.

A few moments later, she joined in with my laugh session. “Do you remember that day when we dug a tunnel in the garden? Mom was so hysteric!” She said and soon another nerve crackling laugh escaped our lips.

“Well, do you remember when we used to play as The Beatles every year?” I asked Gab. She nodded and I went on, “Well, do you remember the twins who used to join us?” She blushed. “I know so.”

Her eyes went wide. “Wait, that’s not what it is!” She protested. It was five or six years ago when we used to do that ritual. Gab and I are joined our twin neighbour; Oscar and Arwin. The twins were just about Gab’s age and little did Mom and Dad, someone’s having a crush on blond boy Arwin.

“Can we change the topic?” She begged. I raised my eyebrow at her. “Please,” She pressed.

“Fine. How’s Mom doing?” I asked because the last time I heard something from Mom was last month and that’s a record since she usually check up on me every single living day of my life here at New York.

“Well, she’s having a blast actually. And Dad too!” She gleefully. I smiled. That’s nice to know. I mean, except for the whole I’m-a-grown-up-and-don’t-need-to-be-checked-every-single-living-day part. I’m happy because that’s the best news I’ve ever heard for months.

“That’s great,” I said in full enthusiasm. She smiled at me while her tears streak down her face. I wiped it away quickly. “Don’t cry,” I said as I smile to her.

“I missed you so much,” She said. I couldn’t help but bit my lip and try to stop and control my tears. She has no idea how much I miss her back.

She hugged each other and I could no longer fight my tears. “Promise me,” She said as we broke free from each other’s hug. I nodded for her to go on, “Promise me, Liz that no matter what happens, we’ll do the Bucket List.”

I nodded. “You still remember The Bucket List?” I asked, surprised that she still knows it. On my Bucket List, almost most of them aren’t done yet. I wonder if her Bucket List is nearly done.

“Duh,” She said as took out something from her bag, “I’m not an old lady, Liz.”

I smiled. “Well, that’s good to know.” I remember that day when she begged me to make her a Bucket List and swore to do it together. I agreed to it, knowing that it could be fun since we share mostly everything to each other.

“Um, Liz. Can you not tell anyone that I went here?” She asked. She looked pretty scared.

“Mom, right?” I asked. There’s only one person we both feared and that’s Mom. For a small woman, she carries the wrath of a God in her. So neither Gab nor I want to deceive her.

She nodded. “You know how she gets. Just don’t tell anyone, alright?” And as being a good older sister, I nodded knowing that I let it slipped, she’d be dead, not in a metaphorical way. Like seriously dead.

“Thanks,” She hugged me again. We couldn’t and wouldn’t just get used to hugging each other. I hugged her back. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to follow your footsteps?” She whined. I smiled.

“Really? Well, maybe you’re just getting all pressured,” I assured her. She smiled which I pinched her cheeks like I always do.

“Well, I have to go,” She said as we both stood up from the kitchen stool.

I smiled. “Yeah, before someone realizes you’re not at school and we’d both be dead.” I said as we hugged again.