brow. “It’s just my Gran – she’s been a bit… off, lately.”
“Oh. Is she okay?”
“What? Yeah,” she nods quickly, a small smile on her face. “She’s fine, crazy and loving as ever. I’d know if something was up.” I nod slowly, and her smile grows, her eyes lighting up. “In fact, she’s been asking about you; she really liked you last time.”
“I was under the impression she liked everyone,” I admit sheepishly, ducking my head. She bursts out laughing.
“Oh, of course she does; she’s like some big, cuddly bear! But she took an extra shine to you. I think it’s because she knows that we all trust you.”
I look up at that, my eyes wide. “Really? You guys all trust me?”
“Yeah, silly,” she chuckles. “Why do you think we all come to you with our problems? You probably remind my Gran of her when she was our age.”
I nod again, my lips curling up. I like the sound of that, of being helpful to people. I guess it gives me a purpose I’ve never had before. My mum was always the problem-solver when she was alive, not me. In fact, I often caused some of the problems.
“Darcy!” Remy squeals suddenly, her face bright red. “Do you by any chance have anything to eat; I’m starved.” Yeah, not many people would say something like that in another person’s house, but with Remy, you can expect it; she’s not really… tactful. But I suppose I like the fact that she’s so outspoken.
“Sure,” I nod, getting up. “Come one, we’ll see if we’ve got anything.” She giggles and skips – yes, skips – after me into the kitchen. I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that I’d cleaned the house yesterday after Dad had left; he still hadn’t come back yet, so it was safe for now.
She looked around with an innocent expression on her face. “Aw,” she cooed. “It’s so cute and homey. Our kitchen is so clean and white it feels like we’re doing surgery whenever somebodies cutting the chicken.” I took that as a compliment.
“So, what do you want?” I ask her as I open one of the cupboards. I frown when I find it’s empty; shit. Remy looks over my shoulder and her face mirrors my own expression.
“Um, maybe some food?” She jokes, a goofy grin on her face. I nod stiffly, closing the door not too gently and turning to another one. Again, there’s nothing in it. I’m sure we haven’t eaten that much…
I slam it shut harder this time, before carrying on with the task. Each cupboard is as empty as the next, with only the bare minimum of snack-ish foods found: half a packet of stale biscuits, a bag of crisps and a few tins of beans – there isn’t even any bread, for God’s sake!
Remy looks at me with a sad expression on her face, before it’s replaced with a knowing smile. “I guess someone in your house forgot to go shopping. Speaking of – where is everyone?”
“At work,” I say immediately, my usual response. She nods knowingly and doesn’t question it anymore; well, I guess she knows all too well what it’s like to have parents who work all the time.
“Okay then, well, I think we should go out to get something to eat then,” she says loudly, running into the living room to tell Joey and Dana the new news. I sigh before walking after her; there’s no way I’ll find any money to go out without them getting suspicious.
Dana looked at me and grinned sheepishly. “I want to pay: you’ve helped me lie crazy lately and I owe you on.”
“I’m not a charity case,” I warn her, punching her arm playfully. She grins, looping her arm through mine and walking up after Joey and Remy.
Turns out, Dana isn’t the only one who can drive; we pile into Joey’s car in laughter and he skids down the road, following Remy’s directions. I’m squeezing onto Dana’s hand tightly he whole way: Joey is a really fast driver. Dana turns to me and laughs loudly.
“Relax!” Remy cheers as she turns around in her seat, grinning at me like a giddy little puppy.
“Oh. Is she okay?”
“What? Yeah,” she nods quickly, a small smile on her face. “She’s fine, crazy and loving as ever. I’d know if something was up.” I nod slowly, and her smile grows, her eyes lighting up. “In fact, she’s been asking about you; she really liked you last time.”
“I was under the impression she liked everyone,” I admit sheepishly, ducking my head. She bursts out laughing.
“Oh, of course she does; she’s like some big, cuddly bear! But she took an extra shine to you. I think it’s because she knows that we all trust you.”
I look up at that, my eyes wide. “Really? You guys all trust me?”
“Yeah, silly,” she chuckles. “Why do you think we all come to you with our problems? You probably remind my Gran of her when she was our age.”
I nod again, my lips curling up. I like the sound of that, of being helpful to people. I guess it gives me a purpose I’ve never had before. My mum was always the problem-solver when she was alive, not me. In fact, I often caused some of the problems.
“Darcy!” Remy squeals suddenly, her face bright red. “Do you by any chance have anything to eat; I’m starved.” Yeah, not many people would say something like that in another person’s house, but with Remy, you can expect it; she’s not really… tactful. But I suppose I like the fact that she’s so outspoken.
“Sure,” I nod, getting up. “Come one, we’ll see if we’ve got anything.” She giggles and skips – yes, skips – after me into the kitchen. I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that I’d cleaned the house yesterday after Dad had left; he still hadn’t come back yet, so it was safe for now.
She looked around with an innocent expression on her face. “Aw,” she cooed. “It’s so cute and homey. Our kitchen is so clean and white it feels like we’re doing surgery whenever somebodies cutting the chicken.” I took that as a compliment.
“So, what do you want?” I ask her as I open one of the cupboards. I frown when I find it’s empty; shit. Remy looks over my shoulder and her face mirrors my own expression.
“Um, maybe some food?” She jokes, a goofy grin on her face. I nod stiffly, closing the door not too gently and turning to another one. Again, there’s nothing in it. I’m sure we haven’t eaten that much…
I slam it shut harder this time, before carrying on with the task. Each cupboard is as empty as the next, with only the bare minimum of snack-ish foods found: half a packet of stale biscuits, a bag of crisps and a few tins of beans – there isn’t even any bread, for God’s sake!
Remy looks at me with a sad expression on her face, before it’s replaced with a knowing smile. “I guess someone in your house forgot to go shopping. Speaking of – where is everyone?”
“At work,” I say immediately, my usual response. She nods knowingly and doesn’t question it anymore; well, I guess she knows all too well what it’s like to have parents who work all the time.
“Okay then, well, I think we should go out to get something to eat then,” she says loudly, running into the living room to tell Joey and Dana the new news. I sigh before walking after her; there’s no way I’ll find any money to go out without them getting suspicious.
Dana looked at me and grinned sheepishly. “I want to pay: you’ve helped me lie crazy lately and I owe you on.”
“I’m not a charity case,” I warn her, punching her arm playfully. She grins, looping her arm through mine and walking up after Joey and Remy.
Turns out, Dana isn’t the only one who can drive; we pile into Joey’s car in laughter and he skids down the road, following Remy’s directions. I’m squeezing onto Dana’s hand tightly he whole way: Joey is a really fast driver. Dana turns to me and laughs loudly.
“Relax!” Remy cheers as she turns around in her seat, grinning at me like a giddy little puppy.
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