Loving You
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 10
Axel

 I couldn't sleep for the thoughts running around my head. Had Damon seen us kissing? Was he going to tell everyone? My heart pounded at the thought. If Nicky found out... I swallowed. I checked the time on my phone. Half past midnight. It vibrated in my hand, making me jump. I sighed with relief when I read Xander's text; Its okay. Have talked to Damon. He's gonna keep it to himself. We can trust him :)

Good :) I sent him a simple reply. I felt a whole lot warmer to Damon suddenly.

Next day was Sunday (duh). I'd have gladly met Xander again, if Mum would let me. But she had something different planned. "Hurry up, Axel, love," She said, knocking on my door. "We're going to Auntie Lillian's today." Ugh. Auntie Lilly was so annoying. I pulled the covers over my head.

"I don't feel well, Mum," I lied. She walked into my room.

"Well, then, I'd better ring up the doctors," She said, skeptically. I sat up, sighing.

"Okay, I'm fine. I just... I don't wanna go to Lil's," I said. "She annoys the hell out of me, you know she does. Do I have to go?"

"She annoys me too, Axel, but yes, we have to go," She sighed. She peeled my duvet from around me and smiled. "C'mon, love. Ten minutes and I want you up and dressed."

"Fine," I grumbled, swinging my legs out of bed.

Mum and Auntie Lilly were twins. They both had blue eyes- the eyes I'd inherited from Mum. The simitarities began and ended there. Mum was small and dyed her hair black. She let it hang loose and glossy down her back. She wore jeans and baseball boots, around the house and when she was going out and had a tiny tattoo of a bluebird on her shoulderblade. Lilly, on the other hand wore high heels to make herself look tall and kept her hair it's natural sandy blone colour and cut it into a short, bobbed style. Lil was obssessed with crisp white blouses and black pencil skirts. She thought all tattoos and peircings were 'common' and coarse. They really were as different as two snowflakes.

We arrived at Auntie Lil's within the hour. She had three children, my cousins, seventeen-year-old Tate, thirteen-year-old Jolie and nine-year-old Cairan. Tate was considering lookng for his own place soon. He was desperate to move out. He hated Daniel, Lil's husband, with a passion. He smiled at me as we walked through the door. "You okay, kid?" He said.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, grinning back. "I'm okay. Am I not getting a hug then?"

"Sorry," I hugged him, laughing. "How's life?"

"Ugh. You wait until you join the working world, then you tell me," He rolled his eyes.

"It's hardly the working world, Tate," Daniel said. "You work part time in a women's clothes shop for minimum wage."

"Fuck off, Daniel..." Tate muttered, under his breath.

"Um! Tate, that's a bad word!" Cairan said, giggling.

"Sh!" Tate shushed him hurriedly, ushering us all into the living room. Jolie was doing what I assumed was homework.

"Hello, darlings!" Lilly was in front of me suddenly. "My God, Axel, you've gotten taller."

"Thanks, Lilly," I replied. She pulled me into a tight hug and kissed both of my cheeks. Ugh. Lipstick and Lilly slobber. Not nice. Jolie was laughing at me. I stuck my tongue out at her over her mum's shoulder. Okay, so Tate was alright. Other than that, I pretty much hated my family.

 

 

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