I keep my eyes trained on him for a long moment. “Alright,” I exhale in defeat. “But it’s your last year coming up. You need to focus on getting the grades you’ve always wanted; going out isn’t going to help with that.”
“No.” He winks. “But it will give me lots of fun memories.”
“Yeah, if you can even remember them when you’re paralytic.”
Finn shoots me down with daggers. “I got a job, alright? No need to go all Mum and Dad on me.”
My eyes roll. “I’m not going all Mum and Dad on you, Finn. I’m your sister and I’m worried about you.”
“And I’m trying to make it right.” He holds up his arms in defence.
“Alright,” I say, trying my hardest to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Congrats. I’m pleased you’re taking the reins on this one.”
He draws back and shares a small smile with me. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
I dig into my breakfast as Finn looks at his phone.
“There’s another party on Friday.”
My eyes narrow into slits. He can’t be serious. “You just got a job, Finn.”
“And they’re changing the rota every week,” he huffs. “I’m not working this Friday. I need something to live for. You coming?”
I hum suspiciously. “Maybe. Not sure what I’m doing yet.”
“Alright. I’m gonna go take a shower,” he says before turning to the stairs.
When I’m done with my breakfast, I clean everything away and slump on the sofa to find my phone vibrating. Isaac’s nameflashes across the screen and I beam. His messages always make my day a little better—I have to admit.
Isaac:
Hey, how are you?
I was wondering if you wanted to go and grab some ice cream or something tomorrow and take a walk down the beach?
My heart warms at his message.
Ivy:
Hey! I’m good.
Yeah, I’d love to. What time?
Isaac:
What about 2 at the beachfront, near that fancy ice cream shop?
Ivy:
You mean the one that charges a fiver for one scoop
Isaac:
Yeah, but I’m paying, so you don’t have to worry about that
My face stretches into a wide smile. His messages don’t necessarily give me butterflies, but they make me feel something. I chew on my lip at the waves that wash through me.
“What’s got you so smiley?”
