Chapter Three ~ Wish I Was Home
(A/N: I time skipped from where we left off in the last book, it’s now tomorrow morning!)
“Wake up! Wake up!” I turn around, to see Eva, fully dressed, staring straight into my face. I make a weird gasping and screaming sound, it sort of sounded like a goat.
“What time is it?” I ask, head down into my pillow. It can’t be morning, I’m too tired.
“It’s nine!” Eva bounces up and down, like she is excited for something, “Hurry up and dress!”
“Why? I don’t want to!” I reach my hand up to the windowsill, where my phone was charging at night. I find it and bring it down to my face. Remi and Kathryn were texting me all night.
“We have to be at the London Eye by 10:15!” Eva says, practically shaking.
“Ugh… fine.” I give in. I sit up, set my feet on the floor, and stretch. Eva pulls my hand and forces me to my feet.
“Mom wants you downstairs by 9:20. We’re having pancakes!” Eva says before she climbs down the ladder.
“Of course she does.” I groan, shuffling over to my suitcase. What to wear, what to wear? After wasting ten minutes of my time pondering this, I decide what to wear; a white Bon Jovi t-shirt, black shorts, white tennis shoes, and a purse with a long strap. I stuffed my phone, phone chargers, sunglasses, small notebook, and pen in the bag, which barely fit it all.
I quickly brushed my hair before I rushed down the ladder. Even with a small task like being downstairs by 9:20, my mom will be angry if I don’t. I walk into the kitchen to find everyone but Ian and Sean (who were watching the TV in the living room) talking and eating.
“Morning sweetheart.” Dad says from behind a newspaper, “Help yourself to some pancakes.”
“Hello.” I reply, walking over to the plate of pancakes. I pour myself some milk, grab a couple of pancakes, and sit on the edge of the table bench.
“Have a banana, Quinn! You need your Vitamin D!” Aunt Williams sets a banana on my plate.
“Vitamin A, dear. Vitamin A.” Uncle Williams says, “How did you sleep?”
“I slept great!” Eva says excitedly, “The cot was extra comfy.”
Uncle looks at me, “I slept fine. Not good, not bad, just fine.”
I peel the banana and start to eat it. The adults start talking about what we’ll do today and Eva goes to watch “Shaun the Sheep” with the boys. I finish my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink.
“I’m going outside.” I say. Mom tells me to be inside in ten minutes, because we’re leaving soon.
I sit on the couch and look over the fence. Philip isn’t there. I try to look through their sliding door. He isn’t there either, just a small brown dog. Then I look up at a window. I see someone move, so I take my chances and throw a tennis ball up against it. The ball just hits the corner of the window.
The person darts back and looks out the window, it’s Philip, shirtless. He smiles at me and I can feel myself blushing. He opens the window and leans out, “Aren’t you up a bit early?”
“You’re up too!” I laugh, “What’re you doing today?”
“Just staying at home. You?” Philip, turns around, then faces me again.
“Going to the London Eye and some other things.”
Philip groans, “The London Eye. I haven’t been on it for years, but I remember I hated how cramped the carriages were.”
“Great. Is anything good around here?”
“Hyde Park is beautiful this time of year; the leaves are green and aren’t falling yet.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I say, sarcastically. Parks and nature aren’t exactly my thing. I can’t see how people appreciate it. It’s… plants. And air. And clouds. It’s nothing special.
“Seriously! It’s wonderful. I can take you there later.”
“Sure, as long as you change.”
Philip looks down, “Oh, yes, sorry about that.” He quickly disappears from the window and comes back with a grey shirt on, “Will you be back by two?”
“Probably. I’ll text you. What’s your number?”
I type his phone number into my phone as he dictates it to me.
“Text me when you’ll get back.” Philip says, putting his hands up to shut the window.
“See you later!” I exclaim.
“Bye.” Philip smiles, shuts the window, and leaves the window.
I nearly jump up and down. I’m going to hang out with someone my age, who’s super cute, and I have his number?! Awesome!
“Come on in Quinn.” Dad opened the glass dad and says, “Time to go.”
“Coming!” I say, a huge grin across my face.