Chapter 2 the truth yesterday

Chapter 2

"You better tell me what really happened!"

He forced his eyes open when he heard Aunt Bianca's voice while preaching angrily.

"I already told you, Mom, she fell. She slipped and fell!" Tristan reasoned.

"Is that true, Sunny?" Aunt Bianca turned to Sunny who was lying next to Tristan. Tristan's friends are also next to them. It is obvious that he does not believe in his son.

He got up and sat on the bed. He was in a room and Aunt Bianca and Tristan were outside the door, the door was open so he could see and hear them.

Sunny nodded softly when Tristan elbowed her.

"It was just an accident. Amelie was in a hurry so she slipped and fell into the pool."

His mouth fell open at what he heard. He couldn't believe it. It was there, he was sure it saw what really happened. He bowed his head and clutched the blanket tightly.

"Why don't we ask Amelie instead?"

They looked at him when Brother Travis spoke, he didn't notice that he was also there. He's the only one who looks cool. The others, especially Sunny, were obviously nervous and couldn't look at him.

Aunt Bianca immediately sat down next to him when she saw that he was awake.

"How are you feeling, hija?" Aunt Bianca asked sweetly, pulling her hair back and tucking it behind her ear.

"A-" He gulped because his throat was rough, maybe because of his coughing earlier. "I-I'm fine," he said unable to even look directly into her eyes.

"Did someone push you into the pool, Amelie?" brother Travis seriously asked standing next to Tita Bianca.

"I told you it was an accident!" said Tristan. He looked at her, he saw that she was also looking at him. He was trying to be cool, but he was clearly nervous.

Even Sunny was nervous. When his eyes adjusted to Drake, he saw that he was pale and unable to look at him.

"You're not the one being asked, Tristan," Brother Travis interrupted angrily.

"I slipped, Aunt. My slippers are slippery," he lied. He saw the relief of the barricades.

"Is that true?" Aunt Bianca asked him sweetly while still caressing his arm.

"Yes, Aunt." He bit his lip. He didn't want to lie to Aunt Bianca because she was so kind to him, but he didn't want to harm Tristan's group, especially Tristan. If Sunny, who is his real sister, was able to lie for Tristan, could it still be him?

Aunt Bianca looked relieved, but Brother Travis didn't believe it because he was still staring intently at Tristan who was standing quietly outside the door.

"Okay. The best thing is that you all go out and have a snack. You, Amelie, I'll take you here, hmmm?" The lady turned to him. He stood up, led Kuya Travis and Tristan's group to come down.

He was left in the room. He just gasped when everyone left. Then he just looked around the whole room he was in. His eyes gradually widened as he realized something.

He's in Tristan's room!

His mouth fell open. The room is painted white, cozy because of the thin white curtains on the window. There are posters of famous bands on the walls, guitars, and some varsity shirts. The room was clean it didn't look like a man was sleeping there. Tristan's picture is on the bedside table next to the lamp shade. He picked it up and looked at the photo with a smile.

Tristan was riding a bike, wearing a helmet and knee pads.

"Umm."

He was about to drop the picture frame when someone whispered. He turned to the door and saw Tristan there holding a tray with only a cup.

"Mommy said you should have a snack," he said and approached where she was.

His cheeks quickly warmed up because he was the last person to stare at his photo. He simply put the picture back on the bedside table and adjusted his seat.

Tristan placed the tray on top of the bed.

"T-Thank you." He grimaced because his voice was so tight, like it was stuck.

Tristan just nodded and turned away. He was almost at the door when he looked back at her.

"Amelie . . ."

His heart was pounding and his gaze quickly flew to it. It's like the pronunciation of his name is soft.

"T-Thank you for not telling the truth . . ." His ear reddened and he bit his lower lip.

He's really cute!

"It's not there."

Her eyes almost watered when Tristan smiled at her.

"Thank you." It was about to turn back again with something to remember. "And . . . ahmmm . don't dirty my bed, okay?" reminder of this.

He just nodded reluctantly. Tristan finally went out the door. When he got out, he took the pillow and buried his face in it then screamed without a voice.

Terrible! Tristan spoke to him soberly. Then he thanked him. He feels that he and Tristan are close. It's so good to fall into the pool!

He sniffed the pillow. That was Tristan's pillow.

Gosh, the smell!

He was now lying in Tristan's bed, in Tristan's! How lucky he is.

"Are you really okay, Amelie?"

Sunny followed me, but I ignored her. Earlier he kept asking me if I was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. Can you, Sunny? Go home!" He opened the door of his grandmother's house without looking at Sunny.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Tss! Go home now, can you?" He angrily faced Sunny because he was already paralyzed.

Why does he tease her and not go home? He said he was okay, still scratching.

Sunny bent down because of her sneezing. He suddenly felt guilty because of what he had done, but he stopped himself from approaching her and comforting her. He was annoyed. She was annoyed to see him getting close to Tristan. He feels fear. Sunny is beautiful, even more beautiful than him and he can see Tristan seeing that.

He just bit his lower lip and went inside his grandmother's house without even inviting Sunny inside.

"Oh, Amelie? I heard your sister, you didn't even let her in first?" His grandmother greeted him.

"E-Eh, he's about to go home, La. He's t-in-ext with Daddy," he lied.

He has a lot of lies today.

"Is that so? Oh, eat here," he told her.

"I'm still full, La, I'll just go upstairs," he said and ran to his room.

He immediately dived into his bed and lay down facing the ceiling. He remembers everything that happened. The thrill he felt when Tristan talked to him and thanked him. He pulled his pillow and hugged it while imagining that Tristan was the one he was hugging.

He just stopped fantasizing when he remembered his half sister, he just frowned. He closed his eyes to dream of Tristan again.

It was dark when he woke up. His mommy was already there when he came down. He kissed her and joined them at the table.

"Grandpa?' he asked his grandmother.

"Watching. He will eat later."

He noticed his mom frowning. He already knows why. His grandfather didn't want his mommy to remarry, so they still don't greet each other.

He didn't say a word anymore and he just sister quietly. After finishing, he went up to his room again. He just played on his cellphone because there was nothing else to do at his grandmother's house.

"Have you taken a half bath yet?" said his mommy when she looked at the door of his room.

"Not yet," he replied with his eyes still on the gadget.

It sighed. "You're a young woman, Amelie, but if I don't tell you, you won't think of washing your body before you get out of bed. You're already big, but do I need to remind you of everything? Why don't you?" t you act like, Sunny? That's your sister who acts like a young girl."

He felt a pain. It's sunny again. Sunny is always praised by everyone.

"What? You still won't act?" his mommy is still preaching.

He just stood up and took the towel and went into the bathroom, he didn't pay attention to his mommy's panic. He has mastered his mommy's line. Praise praise and comparison will come out of his mouth. He is older than Sunny, but Sunny is the role model for his mommy.

Why didn't they just become 100% siblings with Sunny? Maybe if by chance she is as beautiful as Sunny, acts as gracefully, is as smart.

Maybe many people will also be interested in making friends with him.

He woke up early the next day, after he had breakfast he crossed to the other house again. He saw Brother Travis pulling weeds from the lawn.

"Hey, it's your morning again!" he shouted at him and beckoned him to come here.

He walked closer to Brother Travis. He didn't have a t-shirt and he was wearing only boxers in an old bag. It looks like a farmer, a handsome farmer. He grinned, if only Tristan had caught him in this order, his morning would have been complete.

"Why?" he asked Brother Travis when he got here.

"You!" It stared at him with narrowed eyes.

He was so surprised that he backed away.

"'You didn't tell the truth yesterday. I watched the CCTV, I could clearly see that Drake meant for you to fall into the pool," he said to her angrily.

His eyes widened at what he said.

"CCTV?"

"Yes. You are too die hard on my brother." It bowed its head. "Even if you are doomed," he said with a red face.

He was speechless and couldn't answer. It's true, she's really dead to Tristan. Even though he was still a teenager, he already knew he loved her.

"Stay away from Tristan, Amelie," he heard Kuya Travis say, his eyes fixed on the grass he was pulling. It was only now that he saw it so seriously that he didn't know what to answer. "You'll only get hurt."

He laughed and scratched the side of his forehead. He already knew that, for a long time. He accepted that it was impossible for Tristan to like him, but what could he do? Well, this is what is being shouted in his young heart.

"I'm a big girl," she said as Brother Travis turned. He smiled and tilted his head. "And big girls don't wait to be loved. They make way to be loved, Brother Travis," he said and turned his back on her with a smile.

He entered the house and immediately looked for Aunt Bianca, because she promised to teach him how to bake. He knows that during the week Tristan is not there and is there with his friends. He really just wants to hang out at their house. He feels it when Tristan comes home and he is there. She feels that she and Tristan are husband and wife and she's waiting for him for dinner. She loved imagining it.

"Hey it's Tristan!"

"Where?" He looked up from what he was doing and looked around.

He heard Tere's giggles next to him eating Piattos and holding a Zesto. They were on a bench near the quadrangle where he was trying to finish his Science project because the pass was later. He almost forgot to do that because he was engrossed in watching Vampire's diaries on Netflix.

"You look like a fool!" He was annoyed that he made his friend suffer, because instead of helping him, he tripped him up, just like a fool. He was not able to have lunch.

"'There it is! There, oh! Look to your left."

He looked to his left, his eyes widened when he saw Tristan. It includes Bench, Drake, Justin, Carlo, Eve and . . . Sunny again.

Tristan's friends are chasing each other while his brother walks alongside him. Many students look at them. Because Tristan's group is popular at school.

His eyes disappeared, they narrowed as he looked at Tristan and Sunny who were talking sweetly.

"Are they your sissy?" Tere asked as she took a bite of Piattos. He also looked at Tristan who sat in the waiting shed near where they were. He still saw how Tristan was supporting Sunny to sit.

"Do not know." He looked away and turned to his Science project. He feels a little pain and envy.

He didn't look at Tristan and Sunny's place until the bell rang. He also lost the mood to do the project so he didn't finish it either. He felt heavy.

His attention was not in class so his teacher scolded him several times. In the Math subject, he stood at the back for almost thirty minutes because he could not answer the recitation.

"Besh, you're so sad, is it because you saw Tristan and Sunny together?" Tere asked him when they left the room.

He didn't say a word.

"You're terrible, besh, how does it feel to be betrayed?" she asked him with a wide-eyed look.

He didn't say a word. He just quickened his pace to leave her behind. It will be funny to follow him.

"Hey, Amelie!" Tere called him.

He was annoyed. Why is his best friend numb? If you can only buy a best friend, you can't because they are the only two who agree on everything.

"There's a Grade 9 working together behind the gym!"

A student said. They even bumped into him in their haste.

"You're really crazy!" Tere complained breathlessly when he caught up with her.

"Someone is tweaking at the gym," he informed her. "Let's go," he said. He didn't let her refuse because he pulled her and they ran to the back of the gym.

Many of the Miron students were there when they arrived. He huddled together even though the others were cursing him for breaking them. They got to the front. There were three Grade 12s working together with a female student who was almost stripped of her uniform lying on the floor.

"It's Sunny!" Tere screamed. "Sunny is the one you're working with!"

To Be Continued...