Accept, Not Forget (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 11 - Buttons

"Good morning!" I greet her. "I should, but I didn't hear my alarm, and now all my brothers have gone already. I was thinking of tagging along with Riley and Roman." I explain to her, walking into the living room and standing next to the couch.

"Hey, mom, have you seen my phone any-" Roman says, entering the living room in a rush, pausing when he sees me " Oh, hey Luna, what's up?" He asks, giving me a quick hug.

I take a look at his disheveled appearance, trying to hide a smile. The top buttons of his shirt are in the wrong holes, making it all scrunched up, and his hair is all over the place, giving a messy look to it.

"Oh, nothing much. I'm tagging along with you guys today, and your phone is in your pocket, by the way. " I say, pointing to his trousers.

He looks down, and his cheeks slightly flush with what I could only guess embarrassment " Thanks. " he mumbles as he sees that I am right.

I walk up to him and start to undo the first few buttons of his shirt, the ones that are messed up " Umm... Lu, what are you doing?" He asks me, his lips slightly parted. I smile up at him, continuing with my work.

"Your top buttons are all in the wrong place, so I'm fixing them." I tell him, and, in return, a slight blush covers his cheeks. Why is he blushing?

When I finish re-doing all of them, I step away from him, admiring my work, while he lets out a shaky breath. He looks at his mom, who, from the corner of my eye, I can see smirking at us. I brush this aside and focus on trying to get to school.

"Riley, hurry up! Even a turtle running through peanut butter is faster than you!" I scream up the stairs at him. Not even a minute later, we can hear the sound of footsteps running down, and a grinning Riley comes up to me and quickly pecks my forehead before moving to the kitchen, no doubt to grab a snack.

"In my defense, turtles are quite fast when they want to!" He cheekily remarks, winking at me when he sees my deadpan look.

"Okay, you lot go to school. You are already going to be late." Elena shoos us, literally pushing the brothers out the door.

Even though Rom was born in the same year as us, he is already 16 and can legally drive, so we get into his car and make our way to school.

The ride is short, and about 5 minutes later, we reach the parking lot and part ways: Riley to Math and Roman and me to Home Ed. We run through the empty hallways until we reach our destination and barge in.

"Glad you could make it on time!" Mr. Williams remarks, sarcasm dripping off his words. He is a young teacher that has started this year and could be easily mistaken by a student being merely 23 years old.

We mumble an apology before scurrying to our seats that were beside each other. I can hear a few loud whispers directed at me and some snickerings in response as we pass our classmates' tables.

"As I was saying, the project for this term will be in pairs. You will have to make some kind of dessert and bring it to class. It will be half of your final grade, so make sure it is edible." He says, giving me a pointed look. Am I that bad at baking? I ask myself. "While you were, God knows where I assigned the partners so you two will be together." He says, pointing at us.