I lazied down the stairs and took a seat at the dining table, drinking the now cold tea that I made earlier. My head was still throbbing from the injury, but I had calmed down a bit since then. It was definitely going to scar though.
As I was finishing up the cup, the two love birds came rushing out of the kitchen, carrying dinner and placing it on the table. I hadn't even known they were cooking anything tonight.
The whole lot of us had gotten off to a painful start (both literally and figuratively) and my sleeping had been disturbed. So to wrap that up into 3 words: I. Was. Pissed.
"Listen... Winter... I-"
"Save it." I cut in, raising one hand in indication to shut the hell up before I cut a bitch, and using the other to rub my temple.
"Okay... so um I know this must be confusing but uh Tyler, this is Winter, my sister-"
"Half sister." I cut in again. If she's gunna tell the story, might as well do it right the first time. I've since then grown tired of explaining to people who I was.
"Uh right, half sister. Winter, this is my boyfriend, Tyler."
"Oh wow really? I thought dad married again and you were just sucking face with your half brother." Now don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that to come out sounding bitchy, but the throbbing from my head had intensified and I just couldn't help it.
"Honey-" my dad who, I guess, decided to grace us with his presence, butt in.
"Don't call me that." I spat, darting my eyes up from the table to give him one of my cold stares. It had been a while since my father and I had even talked. This whole situation was getting messy and I hadn't even been in town for that long. This was why I never came home.
"Winter, please don't start this." He said, sounding tired.
My father had been diagnosed with Lung Cancer about six months ago. I had meant to come in and check on him earlier, but I hadn't found the time. He hadn't get gotten to a critical stage, but regardless of how I felt about him, I still wanted to be here for him.
"Well I was actually meaning to talk to you. I didn't know you came in early-" Jess began.
"Short flight." I cut in once again. My temper was something I always had an issue with controlling.
"Right, so uh, I guess I'll get right to it. Tyler's house had been getting renovated since we were planning to move in together soon, but until then, he doesn't have a home... He can't stay here because I need all my attention to be on dad right now and I know you have a place just out of town..." She trailed off. I looked up and could see she was attempting a puppy dog face. I would have said no in a blink of an eye, but I had to admit, I was slightly taken back. As long as I had known Jess, she had never asked me for anything.
I gently set my cup of tea down and looked to Tyler. You would have to be blind to think this man wasn't even the slightest bit attractive, but you could also tell he was one of those people that weren't oblivious to that fact. In other words, he had an ego the size of Chuck Norris's balls.
"But I don't like him." I stated simply.
"He's a writer." She added.
"Wow, he's a writer, how astonishing." I replied, sarcasm laced within that statement.
"I'm actually pretty good-" he cut in.
"Shut up." I shot, darkening my glare. Yeah, his ego was going to be an issue.
"He is also an English teacher right now. He could probably help you out with your writers block-"
"First of all, it is not a block, I'm just lazy. Second, I rather sell my kidneys on the black market then have him edit my writing." I spat, making sure to injure that pride he had.
"Okay listen here lady-" he started.
"You can't address me like that."
"NOPE. I'll accept rumplestilskin and The Dark One."
"I'm just going to be staying with you for a couple months. I'll pay rent and stay out of your way..." He trailed off, looking at me intently.
I tilted my head to the side in thought. It could be fun, maybe help with my bloc- laziness... Why the hell not.
"Get your shit together, we leave in the morning." I said, grabbing my cup of tea off the table and leaving the family to their dinner.
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Falling For Her (BWWM) ✓Romance
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