Thoughts were swirling through my head as I walked out of the building. What did I do? I honestly didn't know what to do, what to think, what to say. My boss was going to hear about this and kill me. Maybe even fire me from my part-time job as a delivery boy. And take away the standard, work free motorbike they had given me for transport. Crap.
I wondered what I said to make the girl, Gwen, so worked up. She seemed really mad. Maybe I could send her the last book in the series she was reading. Hm.
Standing by my motorbike, I swapped my bag for my helmet and gloves from inside the leather seat, and contemplated going back inside and apologising profusely for who knows what I did-it'll probably come later, as sometimes I say before I think. I really needed to get that under control, as I seemed to be doing it a lot recently.
Glancing back at the edifice, I revved up the engine and sped off back home.
Unlocking the front door, I was greeted with the smell of pasta, biscuits, and our new puppy barrelling itself into my legs. I picked her small, light fuzzy frame up and almost instantly she fell asleep in my arms.
"Hey Harvey! You've just missed Theo, he dropped off those stupid comics you asked for-and give Daisy here!" My younger sister ran full speed at me, only slowing to hold her arms out to take the puppy and ran off again, giggling with her friend-Jeanette, I think her name is.
I walked into the kitchen, and the smell of pasta and biscuits grew.
"Hmm mum that smells delicious!" Taking a biscuit off of the plate, my mum just grinned and replied, "Cheeky bastard! Anyways, you should be thanking your father, he cooked them. Your Uncle Theo dropped off your comics for you-he left them on the coffee table in the living room."
"Thanks mum!" Wiping her hands on her jumper, she gave me a brief hug, and I walked into the living room-right into a group of giggling girls and a glass of cold water down my grey t-shirt.
"Woops! Sorry Harvey..." The girl started to giggle again as she trailed off. Irritating git.
Inhaling a breath, I replied, "It's fine." Pushing past the gang of girls, I reached the coffee table and my comics weren't there.
"Laurel?Can I speak to you for a second? Thanks." Pulling my thirteen year old sister into the hallway, I whispered, "Where the hell are my comics Laurel?" She looked bewildered.
"They were on the coffee table I swear! I haven't touched your stupid comics, maybe Leon moved them!" We both widened our eyes. "Mum, do you-do you happen to know where Leon is?" Laurel asked mum. She indicated upstairs.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I burst into Leon's room and looked under his bed first-he usually hid there. Lying on my stomach-my t-shirt was still soaked through-two eyes peeked back out at me. "Hi Leon...Would you mind coming out from under there please?" I asked quietly. My younger brother stuck out his arms, and I helped him out from his bed.
Staring up at me with his dark blue eyes, Leon smiled a toothy grin, took my hand and led me over to his toy box. "Here Harv!" Laughing, Leon handed me my comics back, and I started to tickle him.