Harry and I decided to go to the park and kick around the soccer ball for a bit. I was trying to teach him another new trick and he was surprisingly catching on quickly.
"How did you learn all these tricks?" Harry asks.
"My dad." I say, kicking the ball back to him.
"Does he still teach you new stuff?" He asks.
"No." I say, rather quiet.
"Why not?" He questions.
"I haven't seen my dad in a long time." I shrug, trapping the ball under my foot as it's kicked to me.
"Why?"
I chuckle, "you ask a lot of questions."
"I'm sorry," he frowns. "I'm just curious."
"My dad left when I was twelve. I haven't seen him since." I say. "And before you ask, no. I don't know why he left."
"I'm so sorry!" He rushes over and gives me a hug.
I smile, hugging him back. "It's okay. I'm so used to not having a dad now, that I don't even care anymore."
"Do you have any siblings?" He questions.
"I have an older brother away at college." I answer.
"Can I be like your younger brother? Please? You're so cool and I wish Ashton was more like you." He says, tugging at my sweatshirt.
I smile small, "yeah, I'll be your other big brother."
"Cool!" He cheers before I hear his stomach grumble.
"Come on, let's go back to your house and make some dinner." I chuckle.
"Can I help you?" He asks excitedly.
I smile. "Yeah, come on."
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"No, Harry!" I laugh. "You're making a mess, stop."
"Oops!" Harry laughs as he flicks a handful of powder in my face.
I playfully glare at him, "you're getting me all dirty, Harry. Knock it off."
"What the hell happened in here?" Ashton walks into the kitchen as Harry and I point at each other.
I grab flour and chuck it at Harry. His eyes widen and he looks at me. "You did not just do that."
"Yeah, I did." I laugh. "Now stop. I have to clean this all up."
"Fine." Harry sighs loudly. "I'll be in my room. Just call me down when dinner's ready."
I watch him run up the stairs and I shake my head, letting loose flour hit the floor.
"I'll clean this up." Ashton says, eyeing me. "You can go take a quick shower to wash your hair."
"No, it's fine." I protest.
"Just go." Ashton rolls his eyes. "I'll take the food out of the oven when it's done."
"Okay," I said, very slowly before heading up the stairs and towards the bathroom. I simply leaned over the bathtub after turning the faucet on and quickly washed my hair, using a green apple shampoo. I didn't care who's it was, I just needed to get rid of the flour.
After I was finished I grabbed a clean towel from the stack on one of the shelves in the closet. I quickly dried off my hair to the best of my ability before looking at myself in the mirror.
My hair was in all different directions and it fell just above my eyes. I quickly tamed it before heading back downstairs into the kitchen.
Harry was telling Ashton about all the cool tricks I had taught him today while munching on the chicken potpie we made. The kitchen was now clean except for the few dishes in the sink, which I would do later.
"Luke!" Harry shouts once he notices my presence. "This food is so good! We did a great job." He smiled.
"That's good." I smile, sitting next to him at the small stools they had around their island. Ashton was sat across from us, eating some of the potpie also.
"I'm impressed." Ashton shrugs. "This is better than my mom's recipe."
"Thanks." I mutter.
"Do you want any?" Harry asks and I shake my head lightly.
"No thanks."
"Oh," he shrugs before taking another bite of his food. "What are we doing after dinner?"
"Well, you're gonna take a shower." I chuckled, ruffling up his hair to get some of the flour out.
"Then what?" He asks.
"We'll decide after that." I shrug.
"Okay," he smiled wide. "Could we maybe sit in my room and watch a movie?"
I nod, "yeah, sure."
"Can we watch Transformers?" His face lit up and I laughed.
"Yes, we can watch Transformers."
"Awesome!" He cheers. "Ashton, are you going to watch Transformers with us?"
"I'm not sure." He mutters, glancing over at me. "I have some homework and stuff I have to do. I have to shower too, ya know."
"Think about it, please? I really want you to watch the movie with us. You said it used to be your favourite." Harry says and Ashton nods a bit.
"Yeah, fine. I'm sure I can finish my homework by the time you get out of the shower."
"Why don't you bring me the movie when you're done eating and I'll set it up while you're showering?" I suggest and Harry nods rapidly.
"Okay!"
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Half way through the movie Mr. and Mrs. Irwin got home. I wasn't sure why they were home earlier than usual, but I didn't bother to ask why. They gave me my pay and I was about to head out when Mrs. Irwin called my name.
"Luke?" I turn my attention to her. "How are you getting home? I didn't see your car outside."
"I was gonna walk." I purse my lips. "My car is in the shop right now."
"Oh, I don't want you walking in the dark." She says. "Ashton will bring you home."
"Mom." Ashton groans. "I have stuff to do."
"And you can wait ten minutes to bring Luke home." His mom said strictly. "He's doing your job anyway, so the least you can do is drive him home."
He rolls his eyes are her before turning to me. "Let me get my keys." He disappears upstairs and returns a few minutes later with his shoes on his feet and his keys in his hand. "Alright, let's go."
The car ride to my house is silent except for me telling him which turns to take.
Now he knows where I live. Great. What if he breaks into my house and tries to kill me in my sleep?
Shut up, Luke.
"Thanks." I mutter as I open the car door.
"No problem." He sighs as I climb out of the car. I shut the door and walk up to the porch where my mom just happened to be sitting, smoking a cigarette.
"I thought you quit." I say, glancing over at Ashton's car. He was looking down at his phone, typing viciously.
"I tried to quit." She corrected.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to bed."
"Who's that?" She ignores my statement and points to Ashton's car as it starts to pull away from the sidewalk.
"Harry's older brother." I mutter.
"Why doesn't he just watch the kid?" She scrunched up her nose and scoffed. "How stupid."
"Can you stop being an asshole?" I groan. "Seriously." I open the front door and stomp inside, heading straight to my room, ready for a good night's sleep.
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15+ votes; 10+ comments
june 2016
alright wtf why is harry so chirpy. this must've been a good point in my life because i would never make him so happy nowadays.