Not All Blondes Are Dumb [EDITING]

Chapter 18: It's Good To Be Back

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It's past midnight by the time we come back home.

The fair had been fun, it was drama-free for the rest of the night and we didn't run into anyone from school again. Fortunately. Yet, when I told Ruby and Teresa that our school lived off of clichés as well, they refused to believe me.

And as we came back home, they brought up the subject again. To say the least, it looked like I was not winning this argument so far.

"That's not possible!" Teresa exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest as Ruby pulls up to Aunt Reyna's house.

I blow at a blonde strand of hair in irritation. "Ruby," I say, turning to the redhead, "You believe me, right?" I look at her expectantly, waiting for her to side with Teresa.

She bites her lip, turning off the engine as she turns to us slowly. "Well... I actually kinda believe Jordan on this situation," she admits, not daring to look at Teresa.

I'm slightly surprised but pleased as I look at Teresa smugly. She huffs and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Ruby flinches slightly, probably not used to Teresa getting upset at her. I pat her comfortingly as I bid her goodbye and follow after my cousin.

"These stupid high-heels are killing me." I hear her mutter as she opens the front door, leaving it slightly open for me.

I smile slightly as I follow after her. She doesn't say anything to me as she kicks off her shoes and walks up the stairs. "Goodnight!" I yell after her.

She hesitates from taking another step up the stairs before I hear a small sigh and she makes the peace sign above her head. I grin as I skip lightly towards the kitchen.

"Food, food, food, for my roaring little tummy," I sing as I head for the fridge.

I scan the place full of food before taking out the necessary items to make a sandwich. I hum as I walk towards the counter.

"RAHHH!"

I jump, screaming loudly as I drop everything out of my hands and stare at the person before me, wide-eyed. The person doubles over in laughter as I keep screaming. I can't really recognize them very much because the moon was only shining on half of the kitchen and the stranger/burglar/jerk was standing on the dark half.

"What is going on here?!" My aunt suddenly exclaims, walking into the kitchen, and flicking the lights on. Her hair all over the place as Teresa peeks over her shoulder.

The light illuminates the stranger's figure and I recognize the man almost instantly. I stop screaming and stare blankly at the brunet. The freckles spilled over his nose and the laughing lines around his mouth.

Uncle Freddie.

I press my lips into a thin line as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Y-your face is– And I just–" he sputters before bursting into laughter again.

You see, even if it has been years since the last time I've seen my aunt and cousin, it doesn't mean that it's been years since the last time I've seen Uncle Freddie. He's my mom's brother and comes to visit occasionally. Apparently, a week ago he called Aunt Reyna to tell her that he had to stay behind for a few more days. He never actually clarified when exactly he was going to come back. I should've seen this coming.