My Brother's Best Friend(49)
That wouldn’t be too bad.
I can see work not getting done on time though.
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Sent from someone who would
be distracted by your presence
Hmmm. That could be a problem.
Maybe I’ll stick with the job I have already.
Sounds like a plan for now.
We can revisit this at a later time.
What are you guys eating?
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Sent from a hungry man
Lasagna from Cortina’s.
Why don’t you go eat something?
Aren’t there leftovers from last night?
I’ll only be forced to remember what happened
after dinner. I can’t even walk into my kitchen
now without images of what we did on the counter.
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Sent from a man in pain
Well, I can’t alleviate your pain. I’m at the dinner
table with family and you know I blush easily.
So stop talking about last night.
I’m eating leftovers.
It’s just not the same without you.
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Sent from an empty dining room
Way to make me feel loved. Sometimes you’re too much, Dev.
I’m signing off—I don’t mean literally since we’re texting not
chatting online. But I have to finish dinner and read a book
that needs to be read by Monday and that’s not going to get
done if I continue to talk with you. So goodnight, Dev.
Goodnight, beautiful
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Love, Prince Charming
Chapter Twelve
When I woke up the next morning, I thought I would feel different. I mean I turned 23, but it feels pretty much the same as 22. I don’t feel different. I don’t feel older. I just feel like myself, Christy Walsh.
I slept in, but when I came downstairs I was surprised to find Megan had made a special breakfast for me. Well, I guess it was more like brunch now. “I tried to keep it warm. Hopefully it’s still good,” she said, biting her lip.
I smiled at her nervousness. “Even if it was gross, I would still love it. You made me breakfast!” I went up to her and gave her a big hug. “Thanks, sis.”
“You’re welcome.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
I sat down and ate the breakfast prepared especially for me and didn’t let anything bother me, not even when Emily came downstairs and scoffed at the food.
“I’ll just have my cereal, thanks.”
I gave Megan a ‘don’t worry about her’ look because literally she only ever ate her special cereal—cardboard if you ask me—or salads. She snuck a few snacks here and there when no one was looking. I started noticing my stash of junk food grow less and less a while ago, but I never said anything. God forbid I be the cause of my sister’s death due to anorexia.
Anyway, I learned awhile back not to ask questions and keep the cabinet stocked. The more stocked it is, the more Emily feels she can eat from it and no one will notice.
“Thanks, Meg, I really appreciate it,” I told her once more as I got up to put my plate away.
“I can get that for you,” she said, taking the plate from my hands.
“It’s not a bother for me.”
“But it’s your birthday. At my house on birthdays, my parents would cook breakfast and even allow us to skip our chores for the day. Mine was washing dishes. So please let me do this for you.”
I smiled. “Sure. Is Mitch up?”
“He went into the office for a few hours. He said he’d be back later and if you wanted we could do something before dinner since you have your time with your studio friends later.” I had told them last night that Larissa and Zach wanted to meet up with me after dinner.
“Uh, I don’t have anything. I actually have to finish the book I’m reading for class tomorrow. It was my spring break assignment.”
“What book?”
“ Pride and Prejudice ,” I said. “I have an end-of-the-semester project to find a continuation or a ‘what if’ kind of book and explore the differences in language, imagery or characters. Basically I have to analyze the book I choose with the original.”
“Sounds pretty interesting.” Megan smiled as she continued to wash the dishes. “Have you picked the book you’re going to read?”
“I’ve ordered a couple that sounded promising and I’ll probably read them and choose one in the next month. But for now, I really have to go read or else I will not have it done by tomorrow.”