Eureka

⇜ Chapter One ⇝

     "(Y/n), you're home!" A tiny voice called. Soon after you rest your book bag on the kitchen table, a pair of small arms cling around your waist. You giggle a bit and look down to your younger sister, her bright eyes lighting up as you acknowledge her.

    You lean down and pat her head "Hey there, Emmie. How are you doing, darling?"

    "Today in school, Ashley invited me over to her house to stay the night! Can I go? Can I, please?" She begs, jumping up and down as she still clings onto you.

     A small sigh escapes you, but you nod slowly "I don't see why not, as long as you finish your homework by then. I'll drop you off at 6 when I head to work, how about that?" You ask grinning at her "Let's make some dinner first, okay? How about... chicken nuggets?"

    Emily finally decided to let go of you, and steps back "Sounds good! I'm gonna go finish my homework!" She announces fleeing to the living room "Have you heard from Mom?"

    "Yeah, She says she's working the night shift, again. She won't be home until 7 in the morning." You mumble as you start to clean dishes in the sink, preheating the oven to cook dinner.

     Emily sits herself down at the living room table, taking out a sheet of paper and going through her multiplication tables. She bites her lip and looks over at you "Hey, sis?"

     "Yes, Em?"

     "Dad called..."

     You set down the cup you were currently cleaning, turning to her with a small, tired grin "Oh, yeah? What did he have to say?

     "He wants to talk to mom about you. He asked what you were doing in school- what I was doing." She says quietly. 

     "Well, it's not really any of his business, is it?" You giggle walking over to her and sitting with her at the table "Did you say anything to him?"

     She shook her head quickly, drawing her attention back to the homework. You grin and pat her head "It's okay if you did, Em. You aren't in trouble for talking to your father."

    "... I told him mom was at work, and you were at school, and I was good." She says "... Why do you hate him so much?"

    Your grin falters a bit, and you look down at the table "I don't hate dad, Emily. I just... he's made it really hard on us. He took a lot of us when him when he left, and he knows that... Did he mention Eric at all?"

     "Never does." Emily responds quietly. You can tell she feels uncomfortable with the conversation, and she desperately wants to find a way to change the mood of the room. "Can you help me with this homework? I can't multiply double digits."

     You force a small smile to your lips, pecking her forehead "Of course, Em. Let's see, twenty four, times sixteen is..."

⇜-⇝

     "Hey, (Y/n)!" You hear a voice call as you approach the front desk of the movie store, setting your bag on it as you make your way around the counter "You're 23.6 seconds late! I should fire you on the spot!"

     "Oh, ha ha, Randy." You roll your eyes, smiling at him "Have any luck recommending that one cute girl some good movies?"

    "Well, I tried recommending Halloween, but she didn't seem to enjoy that one. Starting to think it's a lost cause." He groans

    You find yourself giggling "Well, if she doesn't appreciate a good slasher, she isn't for you. I'm sure the right one will come around some day." 

     "I'm sure the right one will come, once she stops dating Billy." He chuckles.

    You slap his shoulder lightly "Hey, now. They seem happy together. After all, they've been through a lot together. You shouldn't hope bad things for them."