Brea & Logan
Who: Logan and Brea When: Saturday late afternoon Where: Brea's Dorm What: Video Games and Hanging out
Logan had spent most of the day and the evening before at the old house. it wasn't far from school and there was still a lot to do there. With the girls now settled at school, it was becoming pretty clear their father was spending most of his time traveling. Logan understood. He didn't want to be a house that did nothing but reminded him of the fact that he had lost his wife. Logan suspected he was gearing up to sell the house. She had found some mail a month or so ago that hinted at it. She hadn't really decided how she felt about that. It had been years since they lived there, it didn't really feel like home. But it was their childhood home. Logan hadn't told Corey about it. She knew her younger sister would have even more feelings about it. Besides, Logan was older she could be strong like her mother.
She had taken to spending time cleaning the house on the weekends. Corey had planned more often than not now, which was good, and they had canceled the caretaker staff since they were supposed to be moving back. Supposed to be the key word. Noone was actually living here. She didn't really know what her goal was as she tried to sort through things and keep the place clean. Part of her felt like she was trying to make it easier for her father to come to the house. Trying to make her mother less obvious in the house was hard. Logan's grief was still fresh and raw. It was a slow process. A smaller part knew that she was really just making the inevitable easier. Her father would sell the house sooner rather than later.
She had found a box of video games, old ones from when they were kids after she had reached her limit of being in her mother's room. Which was when she had headed back to school, the box of games in tow. Logan had fixed her make up before she left the house and was dressed cute but casually. It didn't take her long to get to Brea's room. First, she knew he would like the games and second she knew he would make her smile. Brea always made her happy. She knocked on the door while holding the box on her hip. Her blue eyes sparkled with her smile as she looked up at Brea when he finally answered the door.
"Hey!" she greeted, "I found a box of old video games we could play," she told him a grin while popping her hip a little to indicate the overfilled box she held.