I sat in my old room, surrounded by photo albums and little trinkets I used to cherish as a child. Nathan was downstairs still munching away on pizza and Alex was somewhere in the house doing only the Lord knows.
After seeing Abigail I didn't want to be bothered with anyone. Being back was hard enough but seeing her took my already crappy mood into a unbearably crappy mood. I told Nathan I wanted to be alone and he was pretty understanding but I could still tell he wanted to make sure I was okay because every once in a while I'd hear footsteps outside my room, footsteps that I knew belong to Nate.
I stared at my old plush which was the classic Winnie the Pooh - before he was designed with a red shirt and I reached over to hug it. It was Mom's before she had given it to me. Quite frankly, she didn't want to give it to either of her children because it was her favourite toy. But when I was nine I started to have really awful night terrors, especially on nights where she would be away operating, so she let me have her bear for comfort. It still smelt like a hint of her rose perfume.
Still gripping the bear tightly, I awkwardly crawled over to my bed that was still covered with a basic grey comforter and a couple of fluffy blanket throws. Wrapping myself up in the numerous blankets, I held on to my Pooh plush and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come over me quickly.
I woke up to the sound of someone snoring. That someone apparently being Nathan. He was completely passed out on the big comfy blue chair that was by the foot of my bed and his feet were stretched out on the matching ottoman. His head was arched back with his mouth slightly open, I also could see that behind his crossed arms, he wasn't wearing a shirt, and merely wearing some dark grey sweats.
I glanced at the clock on my night stand and it read ten fifteen a.m. Deciding it was an appropriate time to start the day, I took one of my pillows and threw it at Nathan. Once it hit him, he jerked awake, nearly falling off of the chair. I giggled and gave him a beaming smile. "Why didn't you sleep on the bed?"
Nathan rubbed his eyes roughly with his hands and then shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you up."
I nodded my head and was silent for a moment before speaking again. "I wanted to go out for a bit today, do you want to come?"
Nathan nodded his head eagerly and stood from his chair and quickly started to get dressed. After throwing on some dark washed jeans and a blue hoodie he planted a kiss on my temple. "I'll have some coffee ready for you downstairs, take your time getting ready."
I nodded my head and gave him a small smile. After he left my room, I walked over to my closet, curious to see what clothing I had left behind. When I found my red flannel shirt I squealed in excitement and quickly found my high waisted leggings to complete the outfit. Buttoning up my shirt halfway and then tying the rest, I shimmied on my leggings and tried to locate my ankle boots that were not only warm but insanely beautiful. Finding them by my suitcase that Nathan must have brought up last night, I slipped them on and then quickly brushed my hair that was still slightly curled from yesterday.
Smiling in the mirror, I finalized the look with my black beanie. Grabbing my purse and car keys, I walked out the door and went downstairs to meet up with Nathan.
Unfortunately, Alex was the first person I saw on my way to the kitchen. She let out a big 'whoot' and fist pumped the air. "Alberta Audrey is back and ready to attack! Nice flannel sis, how long did it take you to decide between the fifty different colours you have?"
"Bite me," I snapped and went to the kitchen. I was not in the mood for my sister - I couldn't forgive her for selling the house and I couldn't forgive her for bringing me here just to rub it in my face. Sure, I needed to get my stuff but did it have to be now?
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