Phoebe Renee Taylor-DeLoughrey
{ Young Phoebe | 2034 }
A 12 year old Phoebe was lying on the ground in her sister’s room, listening to her reading a book for their class. Twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers as she stared at the ceiling… instead of actually listening to the story, she was counting the diamonds on the chandelier. ”Wait what? Can you read that again, I wasn’t listening,” Phoebe mumbled, covering her mouth as a loud yawn escaped her lips. This is what they’d usually do, what Phoebe would ask Amelia to do - read a book for school since she always loved books. Amelia would read and Phoebe would simple listen, both being ready for their class then. It’s not that Phoebe didn’t like reading… well, she really didn’t, but her dyslexia was making it slightly hard for her to focus on it and finish everything on time, hence Amelia always being there to save the day. ”Or… can we stop here? I’m bored, we can continue later,” with a loud sigh this time, Phoebe rolled to her stomach, resting her forehead on her hands. ”Aaand go to the beach now! Do you want to?! Come on, beach!” Phoebe exclaimed and straightened up, her face lightening up just thinking about something that was actually fun and not tiresome. ”Beach!” She repeated, getting up and jumping on the bed next to her sister, snatching the book out of her hands and closing it without thinking about the page they were on. No bookmark, nothing. Let’s just… hope Amie remembers. ”You pick matching swimsuits and I’ll go ask dad to take us surfing. Oh, I love when we’re on the same page,” a huge grin on her face as she got off the bed and ran out of the room and down the stairs.
”DAD,” with excitement in her voice, she called out for her father the moment she reached the last step, moving towards the living room only to hear laughters coming from the kitchen. He father and mother laughing, to be precise. Slowly and quietly reaching the kitchen now, she leaned against the door frame, looking at her parents making something to eat. Or just her dad making something as her mother had her arms wrapped around him. There was a soft smile on Phoebe’s lips, just looking at the scene in front of her. It was almost always like that, what Phoebe got used to, her parents being happy every time they were around each other and she loved that. Loved seeing them like that. ”Lasagna?” She soon spoke up, walking up to them and leaning against the kitchen island to see what they were doing. Of course being right. ”But Amie wants to go to the beach. Can we go now or… I… Amie and I don’t want to wait…” She said, putting on a fake pout and looking up at Riker. ”Can we go surfing now? This will take foreeeever to bake but if we go time will pass quickly, pleaseee,” she slowly continued, taking steps backwards with that same pout and stopping at the door to wait for his answer. But instead of her father, Elodie was the first to say ”Take them, I’ll be here with Xander.” Words that made Phoebe grin again and turn to run up the stairs and into Amie’s room. ”Ready?”