Holiday Romance (4)
Sorry it took so long, like I said, I don't have a laptop or computer of my own yet and I have been busy visiting my friends and family in the UK :P This one's a bit more about the relationship between Fleur and James as siblings.
Fleur woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. The last thing she remembered before going to sleep was sitting down in front of the television with James and talking about life in general and catching up with each other. She must have fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation.
She rolled out of bed and stretched lazily. Pulling on the bathrobe James had set out for her, she went to the toilet, brushed her teeth and put her contact lenses on. She grabbed her hair tie on the way of the toilet and pulled her waist-long hair into a messy ponytail.
"Good morning," James greeted her with a frying pan in hand and a 'KISS THE COOK' apron on. He had already made pancakes and bacons and was now frying the eggs. Fleur looked at her brother, giggled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
"Good morning. You look good in that apron, if not a little feminine. Sorry I fell asleep last night. I can remember ending our conversation properly and getting into bed on my own," she stifled a yawn and looked at him sheepishly.
"It's okay. You were jet-lagged so don't worry about it. Here, set the table and grab yourself a cup of coffee. I'm just about done."
Fleur grabbed a bright pink mug that said 'World's #1 BROTHER' in a childish scrawl and poured herself a cup of black coffee. She put two heaped teaspoons of sugar in and inhaled deeply. Just the way she liked it, black as night and sweet as sin. She sat at the table and waited for James as he piled the eggs onto another plate.
"I can't believe you still have this. I thought you threw it out before you moved here," Fleur indicated at the mug that she held. She made it for James at a holiday camp when she was 8. She remembered choosing pink because it was her favorite color and that she made it for James because he wasn't feeling too good when he called her the night before. She realized now how emasculating the bright pink mug must have been and she hadn't expected him to keep it at all.
"'Course I still have it. My baby sister made it for me. Do you think me so cold hearted as to throw it out? I mean, I know its really ugly and all, but it has sentimental value," James replied her as he brought the eggs over. He set it down in the middle of the table together with the bacon and pancakes and reached over to rustle Fleur's hair.
"Flo, you said something before you fell asleep yesterday, something about being made a fool of. Is there something that you want to talk to me about?" James looked at Fleur questioningly and saw her stiffen before visibly relaxing and breaking into a forced smile.
"Being made a fool of? Haha, I must've been already halfway to lala-land. I bet it was just the sleepiness talking. Don't worry," She forced a brighter smile onto her face and continued, "These eggs look really good! Oh my, smiley faced pancakes? I haven't had those since you left! Thanks dude."
James sighed and let it go. He knew that she was feeling pressured right now and would tell him when she was ready. He smiled at her, picked up his fork, piled the bacon, eggs and pancake onto his plate and dug into his breakfast.
Fleur relaxed again as she dodged James's questioning gaze once again. She knew that she's had to tell him about what happened with Damien sooner or later. She knew that he could sense her unhappiness. It had always been that way. They had a weird bond that few other siblings had. He knew she was unhappy the time she got bullied when she was 6, the time that she got her heart broken over her first crush at 11, the time she sprained her elbow climbing trees, it was as if he sprained his too because as soon as he got home from school, he made for the first aid box and hunted her down with it to treat her sprain. He always knew and he was always there for her.
James also saved her life once. When she was only 2. He'd brought her to the playground to give their mother some time and space to get the housework done. She's wandered in front of a girl about 10 on the swings and promptly got knocked down. The next thing she knew, she was pushed away by James as the girl on the swing came forward again. The girl's foot connected with James's forehead and his eyebrow split open with the force. He got up, brushed himself down, took Flo by the hand and led her away from the swings. At a safe distance, he knelt down in front of her, brushed her down and hugged her and told her to stop crying. He then led her to the ice-cream truck, got her a Popsicle and calmly walked her home with her hand safely in his. He did all this with blood streaming down his face, out of the wound in his forehead. He had to get 3 stiches for the cut in his brow. Every time she looked at him, she saw his scar and was reminded of his selflessness and protectiveness when it came to her. She was so lucky to have him as her brother.
She knew that she'd have to tell him soon. She'd tell him in her own time though. The wounds were still to raw to revisit.
She rolled out of bed and stretched lazily. Pulling on the bathrobe James had set out for her, she went to the toilet, brushed her teeth and put her contact lenses on. She grabbed her hair tie on the way of the toilet and pulled her waist-long hair into a messy ponytail.
"Good morning," James greeted her with a frying pan in hand and a 'KISS THE COOK' apron on. He had already made pancakes and bacons and was now frying the eggs. Fleur looked at her brother, giggled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
"Good morning. You look good in that apron, if not a little feminine. Sorry I fell asleep last night. I can remember ending our conversation properly and getting into bed on my own," she stifled a yawn and looked at him sheepishly.
"It's okay. You were jet-lagged so don't worry about it. Here, set the table and grab yourself a cup of coffee. I'm just about done."
Fleur grabbed a bright pink mug that said 'World's #1 BROTHER' in a childish scrawl and poured herself a cup of black coffee. She put two heaped teaspoons of sugar in and inhaled deeply. Just the way she liked it, black as night and sweet as sin. She sat at the table and waited for James as he piled the eggs onto another plate.
"I can't believe you still have this. I thought you threw it out before you moved here," Fleur indicated at the mug that she held. She made it for James at a holiday camp when she was 8. She remembered choosing pink because it was her favorite color and that she made it for James because he wasn't feeling too good when he called her the night before. She realized now how emasculating the bright pink mug must have been and she hadn't expected him to keep it at all.
"'Course I still have it. My baby sister made it for me. Do you think me so cold hearted as to throw it out? I mean, I know its really ugly and all, but it has sentimental value," James replied her as he brought the eggs over. He set it down in the middle of the table together with the bacon and pancakes and reached over to rustle Fleur's hair.
"Flo, you said something before you fell asleep yesterday, something about being made a fool of. Is there something that you want to talk to me about?" James looked at Fleur questioningly and saw her stiffen before visibly relaxing and breaking into a forced smile.
"Being made a fool of? Haha, I must've been already halfway to lala-land. I bet it was just the sleepiness talking. Don't worry," She forced a brighter smile onto her face and continued, "These eggs look really good! Oh my, smiley faced pancakes? I haven't had those since you left! Thanks dude."
James sighed and let it go. He knew that she was feeling pressured right now and would tell him when she was ready. He smiled at her, picked up his fork, piled the bacon, eggs and pancake onto his plate and dug into his breakfast.
Fleur relaxed again as she dodged James's questioning gaze once again. She knew that she's had to tell him about what happened with Damien sooner or later. She knew that he could sense her unhappiness. It had always been that way. They had a weird bond that few other siblings had. He knew she was unhappy the time she got bullied when she was 6, the time that she got her heart broken over her first crush at 11, the time she sprained her elbow climbing trees, it was as if he sprained his too because as soon as he got home from school, he made for the first aid box and hunted her down with it to treat her sprain. He always knew and he was always there for her.
James also saved her life once. When she was only 2. He'd brought her to the playground to give their mother some time and space to get the housework done. She's wandered in front of a girl about 10 on the swings and promptly got knocked down. The next thing she knew, she was pushed away by James as the girl on the swing came forward again. The girl's foot connected with James's forehead and his eyebrow split open with the force. He got up, brushed himself down, took Flo by the hand and led her away from the swings. At a safe distance, he knelt down in front of her, brushed her down and hugged her and told her to stop crying. He then led her to the ice-cream truck, got her a Popsicle and calmly walked her home with her hand safely in his. He did all this with blood streaming down his face, out of the wound in his forehead. He had to get 3 stiches for the cut in his brow. Every time she looked at him, she saw his scar and was reminded of his selflessness and protectiveness when it came to her. She was so lucky to have him as her brother.
She knew that she'd have to tell him soon. She'd tell him in her own time though. The wounds were still to raw to revisit.
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