She usually wasn't but it had taken a minute longer than expected to close the pharmacy up. An unexpected visitor had arrived and before she knew it she was sprinting to her car and driving downtown to her parents' humble abode. She closed the door behind her with a thud, feeling her stomach growl at the scent of freshly baked apple pie. She smiled. "I'm home!" Harper called out as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and carefully draped it over the end of the stair case. Although she no longer lived with her parents, the Manning house was still her number one place to find solace and comfort despite a hectic schedule. But it was the silence that followed her announcement that slightly put her on edge. Usually, Harper was greeted back with a warm welcome. All she heard were her parents' pet birds chirping from their corner of the unseen cage.
"Mom? Dad?" Harper asked as she walked through the hall into the spread out kitchen and dining room. What she saw next though was somewhat unexpected - yet all at the same time, she was not surprised. Hazel eyes immediately narrowed at the site of the male sitting nonchalantly at the counter of her house, as though it was his second home. Albeit, the Smith household was also a place of tranquility for Harper, but that did not mean their son was a token of one as well. In fact, he was one of the few people who easily got under her skin.
She could already feel it, her bones rattling underneath pink flesh. Harper didn't realize she was staring. "You're not my parents," Harper said finally, a smile gracing her countenance. Andrew never failed to be one of her least favorite, yet most favorite person she knew. It was a complex relationship built over twenty two years that neither bothered to explain.
She hadn't seen him in quite awhile, maybe only a week and a half, but that was long in her book. Harper walked around the counter he sat on, looking at the note posted on the fridge: Grabbing some last minute ingredients with the Smiths! Be back in ten minutes, Andrew should be here soon too. Well, apparently he had already beat Harper to it.
Her eyes flickered over to Andrew, her expression slightly smug. She was tired but still radiated nonetheless, even though every time she saw him she couldn't help but think about the toddler bath times and pre teen angst. "And where have you been all my life?" Harper asked with an arched brow, teasing but also curious."You don't even care enough to text me but you show up at my house as if I'm the one that invited you," She continued with a small smirk, eyeing him carefully.
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She usually wasn't but it had taken a minute longer than expected to close the pharmacy up. An unexpected visitor had arrived and before she knew it she was sprinting to her car and driving downtown to her parents' humble abode. She closed the door behind her with a thud, feeling her stomach growl at the scent of freshly baked apple pie. She smiled. "I'm home!" Harper called out as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and carefully draped it over the end of the stair case. Although she no longer lived with her parents, the Manning house was still her number one place to find solace and comfort despite a hectic schedule. But it was the silence that followed her announcement that slightly put her on edge. Usually, Harper was greeted back with a warm welcome. All she heard were her parents' pet birds chirping from their corner of the unseen cage.
"Mom? Dad?" Harper asked as she walked through the hall into the spread out kitchen and dining room. What she saw next though was somewhat unexpected - yet all at the same time, she was not surprised. Hazel eyes immediately narrowed at the site of the male sitting nonchalantly at the counter of her house, as though it was his second home. Albeit, the Smith household was also a place of tranquility for Harper, but that did not mean their son was a token of one as well. In fact, he was one of the few people who easily got under her skin.
She could already feel it, her bones rattling underneath pink flesh. Harper didn't realize she was staring. "You're not my parents," Harper said finally, a smile gracing her countenance. Andrew never failed to be one of her least favorite, yet most favorite person she knew. It was a complex relationship built over twenty two years that neither bothered to explain.
She hadn't seen him in quite awhile, maybe only a week and a half, but that was long in her book. Harper walked around the counter he sat on, looking at the note posted on the fridge: Grabbing some last minute ingredients with the Smiths! Be back in ten minutes, Andrew should be here soon too. Well, apparently he had already beat Harper to it.
Her eyes flickered over to Andrew, her expression slightly smug. She was tired but still radiated nonetheless, even though every time she saw him she couldn't help but think about the toddler bath times and pre teen angst. "And where have you been all my life?" Harper asked with an arched brow, teasing but also curious."You don't even care enough to text me but you show up at my house as if I'm the one that invited you," She continued with a small smirk, eyeing him carefully.