"mila you don't have al-"
                          
"alright! i was crying. sue me."
                          
"you and john really are so similar."
                          
"will you shut up about that already?"
                          
we laugh and as we fall silent the kettle begins to whistle behind me. 
                          
"alright. i've got to go mila. the kettle's burning. we'll meet up soon for lunch, alright?"
                          
"alright honey. and again, i'm sorry."
                          
"it's okay mila. honestly."
                          
"bye honey."
                          
"bye mila."
                          
i hung up the phone and rushed over to the stove to pour the hot water into my cup. the many thoughts running through my head on what exactly i was going to do. the money that they gave me and the money that i have saved would give me enough time to try and figure things out. but it was still a lot to figure out and a lot of things to work out. i throw my head into my heands, rubbing my fingers on my temples when the phone rings again. i wipe my tears of frustration and take a deep breath before taking the phone off of the receiver.
                          
"hello?"
                          
"hey goldie."
                          
i smile softly, leaning my back against the counter. 
                          
"hi baby" i sigh in content. 
                          
"you're still coming out tomorrow right? when should we send the car?"
                          
"yes, i'm still coming out tomorrow. and you don't need to send a car. i'll get there just fine."
                          
i hear the boys rumbling about in the background and i chuckle at the small ruckus coming through from the phone. 
                          
"no, i'll send a car. just to make sure you get here."
                          
i smile and nod my head, then realizing he can't see me i hum in response. 
                          
"mmkay. whatever you say baby."
                          
"damn right it is. but hey, john wants to talk to you. i'll see you soon."
                          
"i love you rog."
                          
"i love you goldie."
                          
the line goes static for a moment until i hear the phone being picked up off of what i'm assuming is the table. 
                          
"hey, cami called earlier. i hope you know she feels terrible."
                          
i sigh, running my hands over my face. 
                          
"yeah i know. i'm not angry, just stressed out. what am i supposed to do john? i don't want to have to move out towards the city but i feel like i can't go anywhere. we're too far from the hospital and the clinics aren't hiring."
                          
"you could always try the schools."
                          
"yes, because i spent all this money on my degree to become a school nurse, john."
                          
"it was just a suggestion, honey."
                          
i frustratingly wipe my angry tears away from my face. 
                          
"i know. i know. i'm sorry. i'm just frustrated and i'm stressed out and i don't know what i'm doing anymore john."
                          
"hey, you're going to be alright. everything's okay. you'll figure it out, honey."
                          
"what? is honey okay? what's wrong?"
                          
i hear john grunt and something crash on the other end. 
                          
"she's fine. now leave me alone, i'm having a conversation with my sister."
                          
i laugh softly, as i attempt to dry my face. 
                          
"help me figure it out when we get home?"
                          
"of course honey. what are big brothers for?"
                          
"john we're twins."
                          
"but i'm taller. and older."
                          
"you're only taller by like and inch. and i'm pretty sure you're not older."
                          
"i'm older, trust me. i remember."
                          
"you remember being birthed?"
                          
"no, i just remember coming first."
                          
"so you remember being birthed. john that's a little gross because you saw mum's-"

                          
click.
                          
well that was rude.
                          
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HI!! HELLO! SO, plot wise this chapter got really messy, but it's because i needed a drastic turn for where i wanted this story to go and i didn't want to go back and delete chapter or change things too much. so i just gave you guys one really really bad chapter so that i can give you some good ones in the future. i'm so sorry this one took so long to write. i've been so stuck, but i promise you, more are coming soon. :))
                          


                          
xx, Aly.