Okay so this is something I've been working on for awhile. And have just finally got it down on paper. As per usual, I do not own the American Pie Franchise. Rated M, because, well one, most of the American Pie movies aren't rated, and two, there will be smut. Dirty dirty smut. Reviews are welcome, however, if you want to criticize about Mary-Sue or whatever, I don't care so don't waste your time. Love love~
Charlie woke up and looked around her now barren room. Everything had been packed up in her Jeep for her first day of college. She got dressed in some short dark blue shorts and a plain black t shirt. She pulled on her socks and shoes, grabbed her purse and ran downstairs.
Her mother and father were at the dining table eating breakfast and reading the morning paper, just like every other morning. She grabbed an apple from the kitchen and a glass of orange juice and sat at the counter to eat in peace.
"Charlie? Are you up dear?" Her mother asked from over the paper.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing with that apple?"
"Having breakfast." Charlie rolled her eyes, she knew what was going to happen.
"Come eat with us dear. The cook made a lovely breakfast for your last morning home."
Charlie groaned and walked into the dining room, sitting at the same end of the table as her parents.
"I was fine with the apple."
"Nonsense, if you're driving all the way to Michigan by yourself, you'll need some energy"
"Mom, it's a four hour drive."
"I don't know why you want to go to the University of Michigan anyways. There's a Purdue right across town." Her father put down his newspaper.
"George!"
"Hush, Caroline, if we're paying for it, shouldn't we choose where she goes?"
"I just want to get out of this town. Besides, UMich has a really good arts program." Charlie shoved a piece of pancake in her mouth.
"Well, why Michigan? Why not California? Or New York?" Her father pestered.
"Dad, you went to UMich." Charlie pointed out.
"That's exactly the point. I know how that school can be. Greek houses. Pledges. Ugh, the lot of them are trouble, which you don't need."
"Don't worry, Dad." Charlie stood up and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll stay out of trouble. But for now. I gotta go. Want to make sure my roommate doesn't take up my space."
She ran back upstairs and looked around her room. She didn't believe in all that sentimental bullshit about looking at your room one last time before you leave it forever. Honestly, she couldn't wait to get the hell out of here. She grabbed her last box and headed downstairs where her parents were waiting.
"You sure about this?" Her mother asked as her father grabbed the box from her, heading outside.
"Yes, Mom." Charlie walked out to where her dad was shoving the box into her brand new,dark blue Jeep Wrangler.
They did the awkward hugs goodbye, which again Charlie hated. It was all a front. They were glad she was leaving, because now they didn't have to be liable for her actions. And now that she was eighteen, they weren't liable for her actions anyways.
She got into her car and started off on her new adventure called Freedom.