“Sky...Sky...man wake
up...Sky...WAKE UP!!” Tim yelled.
“Huh?” I said
baffled.
“Stop talking or
should i say yelling in your sleep!” he
grumbled.
“I never talk in my
sleep!”
“Fine keep believing
that...but you do. And you yelled. That was what woke me up from my precious
sleep at 3 in the morning girl...”
“Did i yell?” i
asked.
“Yeah, you yelled
‘MOM! I need you!’ “ Tim answered.
“I shouted Mom?”
He just nodded. I
sighed.
“I’m sorry...Let’s
sleep.”
“Don’t shout
again...” he grumbled as he went back to the couch and layed down.
Next morning, i was
woken up with a soft kiss. Slowly opening my eyes, i saw Chris’ black head kissing
my neck. With such a quick reaction, i starightened up and pushed him off of
me.
“Whoa baby, relax,
it’s just me...” he said softly. I looked around and saw Tim curled up on my
couch, sleeping peacefully.
“Just...how did you
get in here?” i asked suspiciously.
“I rang the bell,
your dad opened the door and told me you’re still sleeping. Simple as that.”
“I guess you haven’t
told him yet?” he continued.
“Will you be still
alive if i had told him?” i said snidely.
His face dropped.
“Will he kill me?” he asked.
“If you’re lucky you
will but otherwise, he will slide you into pieces and put every piece of you
into a bag and then he will throw every bag into the ocean...”
“Enough for this
morning...” Chris stopped me with his luscious lips.
“Someone’s still
underage here...” we heard Tim’s sleepy but yet again giggly voice coming
towards the couch. Laughing, maybe for the first time since tomorrow, i got up
and went into the shower.
At breakfast, dad
asked many questions to Chris. In fact i was so lucky cuz they were getting
along really well, from same hobbies to what they think of certain things.
“So Chris, have you
planned which college you’ll attend?” he asked.
“Well, I’ll take a year
or two off before going to college, I’ll work at some company instead.” Chris
answered.
“Why?” my dad asked
again. “Education must come first, son.”
“I know but i rather
work right now cos of some...”
“Family problems?” my
dad completed. Chris shot a quick glance at me.
“Sort of...” he
answered meekly.
“Oh alright. You can
always tell me your problems son, don’t worry.” He winked at Chris. He
shot another worried glance to me and
gulped.
“Thank you.”
My dad patted him on
the back.
I wondered, if my dad
did really mention ‘problems’? Cos if he did, then i didn’t think he’d react
the same way.