sibling bonding {christopher}

[Laura Lydia Evans]

august 25, 2013 - 07:00 pm

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[style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Cooking was not something that Laura Evans enjoyed doing in her free time unless she was in a really good mood, much like she was that evening. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun and she had the doors to the balcony open, letting a nice breeze into the apartment to rival with the heat that the stove and oven put out. She was making spaghetti with home-made sauce, cheesy garlic bread, and a vegetable medley. She had the evening off, though she was on call (like usual), and her brother was due to be back at the apartment at any time. Laura had some musical playing as she danced around the kitchen and cooked while Spike snoozed away on the couch in front of the television. She had adapted to life there rather easily, but it was a lot better now that her brother was there, she had to admit. While Laura enjoyed picking on her little brother (it was a sister's job, after all), she was still very close to him and never liked being to far. She did not want to miss a thing. After all, you never knew just how much time you might have with a person. "Went to church, praying 'Santa Maria, send me guidance',

[/i]" she sang along with A Chorus Line as it continued to play, humming as she popped a piece of cheese into her mouth. Then, Laura worked on grating the Parmesan cheese into a small plastic bowl.

Laura was almost done making dinner by the time she heard a key in the lock of the door and she smiled, turning to the sink to wash off the knife she had just used to cut up a little more garlic to add to the sauce. "Get in here, Baby Bro!" she called as she set the knife on the towel next to the sink only to turn back to the stove and stir the noodles that were nearly finished. She was in a great mood, even after having had an emotional reunion at the school earlier. It had been great to see little A.J. West once again; but, it had been difficult, too. Laura knew that Chris was aware of A.J. working at the school; but, she was not fully sure if he was aware just how much leaving like they had hurt A.J. He had not said anything to her at first, they had just sat and enjoyed lunch together in her office. The longer they sat there, though, the more she saw it and she finally just apologized for her own actions. She had told Ashley that she did not know Chris' reasoning for not responding, but she had needed to support him at the time. A.J. had said he understood and accepted the apology she had given. Things had lightened up after that, until Laura had learned about A.J.'s dad's heart problems. She had demanded the man's number, then; which, was pinned to the fridge at that moment, the only piece of paper on it. Laura was going to call. "So," she said, flashing a brilliant grin in Chris' direction when he entered the kitchen area from the hall. "When were you planning on informing me that my Little Red is here, and exactly how long have you known?" She placed a hand on her hip as she spoke, pointing at Chris with the spoon for the pasta sauce, narrowing her eyes a little. "I ran into him at lunch today and we talked for a few hours, cleared the air between us and everything. God, I missed that kid. He's not changed a bit. Well, he's gotten taller, and filled out a bit." She laughed and clicked her tongue against her teeth before she continued, "Man, if only I was a few years younger..." She smirked a little as she went to pull the garlic bread out of the oven (using an oven mitt), flicking her loose strands of hair back out of her eyes.

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[Christopher Matthew Evans]

Chris drove his car home from St. Helena's. It had been a long day, and he knew it would be hence why he had decided to drive instead of ride his bike. He'd worked a shift at the nurses station, and the coached a cross country practice. Both had gone well, but a student had wanted to discuss a few things after practice, then he'd gotten distracted going over some paperwork for their up coming meet. By the time he looked at the clock, he knew he needed to head home or he'd be late for dinner. Laura was a great cook, at least he thought so, and even if she hadn't been he wouldn't complain. It meant he did not have to cook. Arriving at the apartment complex, he parked the car and got out, locking it behind him.

Walking to the door, he put the key in the lock and unlocked it,before turning the handle and stepping inside. Instantly, the aroma of garlic bread, and Italian seasoning hit his nose. It smelled great, and caused his stomach to grumble. He bent down and gave Spike a pet. Upon hearing Laura call him, he replied, ”Coming,” he set down his keys and gym bag, before making his way into the kitchen. He gave Laura a smile, but it faltered some at her question. Oh.” he said pausing, thinking what to say before he said it aloud. ”Yeah,” he said, averting his eyes from her, though knowing she could read him like an open book. A skill she'd had since they'd been kids. Looking back at her, he knew he needed to say something. Laura would not let it slide. I ran in to him the other day at work. We just talked for a little bit,” he said leaving out how awkward the conversation had been. How it had brought up so many feeling for him. ”I was gonna tell you, I just...” Didn't want to think about it? Tried to pretend it did not happen? He couldn't say either of those to her, so he just left it at that. He raised an eyebrow at her statement. ”Really sis..I did not need that in my head,” he teased. Laura and Ashley? That just did not seem right to him. Not to mention he liked A.J. Something he'd been trying to keep from everyone, denying the feelings existed for years. Yeah, Laura and Ashley together would be awkward. He didn't want to think about that.

Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed two plates and silverware, before carrying them out to the table. Because moving and doing something made it easier to avoid talking about Ashley, for now, right? How would he ever tell Laura he liked Ashley as more than a friend? How would she react? Laura meant everything to him, they only had each other. If she rejected him, it would crush him. Not to mention, how would he ever tell A.J. ”What do you want to drink, she-wolf?” he asked giving her a smile as he used her nickname. When she replied, he filled a cup with the beverage, got water for himself, and carried it to the table. Setting the glasses down, he took a seat. ”Dinner smells amazing,” he complimented her.

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