Chapter 7
We had spent so long that night, just talking, just laughing. But she had to leave, go back to her family. I hated watching her walk back through the flowers and long green grass. Unlike our long summer together, we seemed to actually be getting to know each other, moving forwards instead of standing still – yet unlike those summers she was now living across the border.
I stayed there for a while after that, until the sun was long gone; it was nice to think everything over. I'd been very quick to take her back, she apologised and that was all I needed. Despite everything there one thought still nagging at the back of my mind; maybe she was still in control of me? Even if she was, even if she ruled my life, did I care? I already knew the answer to that. No, it wouldn't bother me one bit. I rummaged around in my bag, discovering my phone, speed dial one, Matt. A part of me was aching, because when something amazing happens, something that feels so life changing, so immense, the first thing you want to do is talk about it with your friend. I wrestled with my ego for a while, call him and look like an idiot or don't and never see him again. The answer was obvious, I knew what to do. Could I do it? My fingers tapped impatiently on the tree, hollow bang responding to my touch.
I pressed the green button, flinching as I did so.
“Hello, Matt.”
“Alex.” His voice sounded gruff.
“Where are you?” I kept my tone even, neutral.
“I'm exactly where I was last time we talked, sign and all, haven't moved.” It took me a while to swallow that; he was still there, fighting against me, fighting against her. I pondered whether it was really worth my pride to have someone to talk to. “Why, where are you?” His voice was almost chatty, friendly.
“The field, I met her there.” He was my brother, maybe not by blood, but maybe blood means nothing. Family is what you make of it and he will always be my brother.
“Her as in, her, whoa, what happened?” So I told him. Not missing out any details. From the second I left my, now colourful, flat to when I watched her walk back through the flowers. I had to tell him, every detail. Despite that he did slip in the odd comment that made me regret my decision.
“Ugh. You kissed an Aryan? Last summer I can forgive you for, so young and in love - but now?”
“Ugh. You're sleeping on the streets when you have a perfectly good house? Who would do that?” That was the best reply I could come up with, I know I should've been annoyed at him, but I really wasn't.
“Me and a thousand of other people Alex, one thousand.” I could hear a cheer from some drunken protesters on the other side of the phone line.
“Bye, call me when you've had a shower.” I hung up the phone, a happy feeling welling in my stomach. I felt positive about every part of my life, nothing sad, nothing depressing. With that feeling again I began to wander home, hours after I had left.
My phone bleeped angrily. I had ten missed texts and three missed calls. When I picked up my phone I realised how bad that really was.
“Hello mum.”
“Where have you been, you are half an hour late and haven't answered a single one of my phone calls.” Shoot. My happy little bubble, that had been so strong by the time I had finished my reunion call to Matt – just a puddle on the floor.
“Hang on, I'm just on my way, I'll be there in one second.” This was obviously a complete lie, but it got her off the phone. I sprinted home, trees as tall as skyscrapers blocking my path. I weaved in and out of each natural barrier, unzipping my backpack as I went. Just as I reached my car I managed to find the keys, down somewhere at the bottom of my bag, yanking them free from the random tangle of objects that clung so tightly to them.
I raced my car towards the house, ignoring speed limit signs, only slowing down when I was in view of the front door. My mother would obviously be watching out for my arrival and in that would not be happy to see me breaking the law. She made no attempt to hide herself, or peer through a window, just stood in the middle of the drive, face stern, eyes fierce.
“An hour late. One hour late! You should remember by now, same time, same place, it should be easy for you to keep that in your head. Take responsibility for your actions, you little brother has been sitting at the table for one hour, waiting for you. We're all hungry...” Her words became white noise in my ears. Another long lecture on 'punctuality' and 'responsibility', not forgetting 'starving families waiting for you because they can't eat without your presence at the dinner table'. Why couldn't I have just remained in my care-free bubble? She sat at the head of the table, face stern while I ate my cold dinner. Yes, there was a microwave in the kitchen, but apparently I needed to suffer for my actions.
It wasn't the first time I had been an hour late for dinner, my record was sleeping through her phone call and waking up to a police-man knocking on my door the day after. I had been reported missing by my mother. Her only excuse, that I should have picked up my phone if I was alive.
My mother and little brother sat, impatiently at the table with me, watching my salmon eating skill. They ranted on and on about how late I was. My brother taking the spotlight as perfect child, for once. He'd never been one to stick by the rules, but apparently constant detentions don't matter if you reach the headmasters office on time. I agreed and nodded, my mind wandering to better places.
Matt was going to be mad. He had bought those acrylics, the ones I had sprayed all over my wall. Just the thought of it made me laugh out loud, not the most sensible thing to do when your mother is in the middle of a rant.
Lilac, well ... just the fact that she had given up what she was thinking. For once she was allowing herself to be vulnerable, I loved that. To me that was the best romantic gesture she could have given. She'd all but told me how much she felt for me, but I wasn't expecting that from her, that was way too much to ask.
“Alex, OK, fine I'll stop going on about it, but you'll be better next time?” I hadn't properly registered what my mother was talking about. Thoughts of Lilac were once again too strong. I nodded. She seemed satisfied by my non committal answer. “So.” My mother attempted subtly to change the conversation. “The news at the moment, intense isn't it? Those Aryans have no chance against our will power.” Wrong subject. Wrong subject. “You know if I didn't have a house to look after I'd be out there with them. What's your excuse, I hear Matt is doing right by his country?” If only she knew how wrong I'd been towards my country earlier. Just the thought of my mothers reaction brightened my mood considerably. Oh if only she knew what I'd done last summer. I pondered this for a while, before realising that she was still expecting an answer from me.
“I have school work.” To be truthful the teachers had been tame recently, very little work in or outside of school.
“Oh, well I suppose school is important; but don't forget about your country. At least go down, support Matt for his valiant efforts.” Valiant efforts! He spent his days holding a sign, his nights sleeping on the streets.
“It's getting late, I'd better go. All this school work to catch up on.” I needed to get out, it wasn't in my nature to pass on an argument. Not one that I felt so strongly about.
Thank you so much, sorry I put them up in the wrong order earlier, all corrected. Sorry I think this chapter still needs a lot of work, but tell me what you think.
Sorry I took so long to get to this! I've been kind of busy and now I'm going on holiday so I don't know how long it will take me to get to the next parts 
sorry! In a week when I get back I will get straight on it 
Your story really doesn't have much to pick out anyway, it's very well written 