"Come on, Rachel, wake up! I know it's early for you but we have to leave in 30 minutes."
30 minutes? You've got to be kidding me. How does he expect me to be ready for something in 30 minutes? I groaned softly as I squinted my eyes open to notice that the sun hasn't even come up yet. Pulling my pillow over my head, I mentally slapped myself for not getting more than at least 4 hours of sleep. Curse the internet and its adorable kittens!
Wait, what did I have to get up for again? Oh yea, today was the day that I move away from my quaint little Texan home and move into the bustling, obnoxious city that is Los Angeles. That's right, new school, new house, and a bonus, new family! What a nice add on. But yea, I get to move to the trashiest city in the USA with my dad and my new stepmom and her son. I don't even get why I'm moving with my dad, I haven't even met this family yet! All I know is that dad refers to them as "The Turners" Ugh, what a weird last name.
My parents had been divorced for about 2 years ago just before my dad temporarily moved to Los Angeles for business, leaving me here with a pain in the ass for a mom. Of course, my dad meets a woman there not even 2 days after the divorce. I mean, what the fuck?! Come on dad, I thought you were better than that!
Anyway, for some odd reason, my dad had the guts to come back to Texas and face my mom after being with this woman for 2 years. Long story short, I am now my dad's child. So of course, my dad wants to move back to Los Angeles with his new "girlfriend", or so I thought she was just his girlfriend.
Apparently he had proposed to her just after spending a year and a half with her without ANY time to chill from the divorce with a woman he was with for 16 YEARS, and even had a child with for 16 YEARS! I mean really! AND to make matters even stupider, my mom and I weren't even invited to their wedding which they held no more than a month ago. Yea thanks a lot, Dad! Not that I don't want to meet my future mom or anything! Also, my dad is SOO in "LOVE" with her that we are taking their last name. Now we are at the present, to where I packed everything in my room until my room looked like a barren wasteland and now, I can't even get up.
Great.
I moaned as I peeled my head from under my pillow long enough to look at my alarm clock by my bed.
7:00
Damn. We really did have to leave in 30 minutes. I groaned as my head slammed back onto my cloud-like pillow. 'I really do have to get up, don't I?' I thought to myself. I sighed a blank sigh and stretched my body as a cat would, making a screeching noise as I did so. Taking every ounce of energy in my body into both my legs, I hoisted myself off my bed and stepped onto my once pig sty of a floor which was just all carpet now.
It still surprises me that I could turn my sad excuse of a bedroom into a room worth sleeping in. But now this bedroom was not MY bedroom. It now belonged to someone else. It still saddened me to think that I can no longer wake up in the bedroom that I grew up in since I was in diapers.
I drew in a deep breath and got ready for my 4 hour flight with destiny.
I grabbed my simple a navy sweater, jeans, and black Heelys and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and change.
….Yea I'm not that stylish.
After taking a 15 min. shower, I changed into my clothes and I tied my wavy, brunette hair into a high bun with a black headband.
I walked downstairs to my living room to see my dad failing to carry my 3 suitcases into the car.
"Whoa, Dad! Let me help you!" I ran over to him and picked up two of my suitcases with ease.
"Thanks, Rach." My dad sighed as we lifted the last of the suitcases into our red van. My dad exhaled noisily as he brushed sweat off of his forehead.
Ew.
"So are ya ready to leave for California yet, we have to leave in about 10 min. to get to the airport on time." My dad explained.
"Yea, I just want to walk around the house a little bit before we go." I sighed to him.
My dad smiled warmly as he hugged me gently while rubbing my back.
"Of course sweetheart. Just be out here by about 7:30, alright." He asked.
I grinned back to him. "Alright dad." and sprinted back into the house.
I ran back into my house, but instead of walking around, I sprinted out the front door as fast as I could.
I made a promise to my bestest friend Graham that I would come by his house and see him before I leave but I couldn't let my dad know that or else he wouldn't have let me go.
Graham is, and will forever be, my best friend. I had known him since 1st grade when I first moved to Texas and we have hit it off since. He was always there for me and vice versa. Plus I have had a crush on him since I was 12 ever since he punched a girl in the face for calling me a bitch. So I had to tell him, for it was now or never.
I looked at my phone to realize I had only a couple of min before my dad left. I ran even faster down the rest of the block to realize I ran past his house! I back tracked myself and ran up his front steps to his black door to complement the red bricks that made up the outside of his house. I panted for a couple of seconds before calming myself down. Breathing deeply, I rang the doorbell. 'I have been to this house so many times, what am I so nervous about?!' I thought intently. Bouncing on my toes with anticipation, I waited for Graham to open the door. After a couple of seconds, the door creaked open before revealing Graham's adorable face. I've seen this face ever since I was little, but now it looks more gorgeous than ever, even though he looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His brown curly hair sat in a gorgeous matted mess, and his deep brown eyes were full of hours of sleep he didn't get. But as soon as he noticed that it was me, his eyes grew huge in delight, but also in sadness as he knew what was about to happen.
"…Hi." I whispered to him.
His face sagged as he brushed his hand through his hair and drew out a breath.
"So… this is the day, huh?" He questioned sadly.
"Yep. It is." I said through my cracked voice, tears starting to build in my eyes, realizing I wouldn't see this face again for a long time.
He quickly pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged back even tighter, standing on my tip toes to reach his shoulders, tears finally streaming down my face.
"I'm gonna miss you." He whispered through my hair, feeling the teardrops falling from his face onto my shoulder.
I sniffed as I buried my face more into his neck.
"Me too." I whispered back.
We continued to hold each other for a while, me not caring about my dad, the plane, California. Nothing. All that mattered is that I got to spend my last moments in Texas with this amazing guy.
That's it. I have to tell him. Now. Before I chicken out and regret it forever.
Clearing my throat softly I say with a slight waver in my voice, "H-hey Graham?"
He looked down at me with red, puffy cheeks and hopeless eyes.
"Yea, Rachel?" He said, cracking his voice.
I looked down in nervousness with my cheeks flaring up in redness.
"I…" I started. "I… I think that I- mmph!" I exclaimed.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. He's kissing me!
Right as I was about to finish my sentence, he immediately cashed his lips onto mine.
Still in shock, I kissed back even harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he put his hands softly on my hips, pulling me closer to him as much as he could. So many thoughts ran through my mind. 'Why is he doing this?' 'What is he thinking right now?' 'Damn, he's a good kisser.' But even with all that running through my mind, nothing could matter at this moment than this. Nothing.
Just as I melted with the feeling that I wanted to never leave, I hear
HOOOONNNNKKKK!
Graham and I screamed and jumped back in shock of the honking sound. I look around for the sound to notice my dad in the red van right in front of Graham's house, ready to explode in rage.
"RACHEL! WE HAVE TO GO NOW! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR BOYFRIEND AND LET'S GO!"
I blushed harshly and I looked at Graham, who was blushing just as hard.
"So… Boyfriend?" I questioned while brushing the back of my neck.
Graham's mouth gaped open a little bit as he looked down at his bare feet and quietly said, "….Maybe."
I squealed and smashed my lips onto his once again.
He kissed back just as much and whispered with our lips still locked, "I'll miss you still. You have to come visit soon, ya hear me?"
I giggled and whispered back, "Of course."
We separated slowly, but we held onto each other's hands in front of each other.
"But we do have to text and call each other every day, alright? And no cute girls over here got it?" I questioned in a cute and joking tone.
He grinned and kissed my head as he whispered, "You got it, bro."
I smiled up at him in content and kissed his cheek before sprinting off towards my car.
Opening the door, I turn back to him to see him still standing in front of his house.
I smile and yell, "I'll see ya soon, alright?"
He yells back even louder, "Alright. I'll miss you!"
I step into my car, and my dad immediately drives down the road. I quickly open my window and stick my head out to shout, "I'll miss you too! I LOVE YOU!"
As I am about to close my window, I faintly hear an 'I love you, too!"
Sitting back in my chair, I smile greatly, biting my lower lip. I look at my dad who is giving me a smirk to the side.
I look at him in disbelief.
"How did you know I was going to be over at his house?"
He just continues to look ahead at the road to our destiny and smirks.
"I didn't."
I shake my head and look forward to the road. Even though I was still angry at him for making me move, I could never stay mad at my dad forever. Plus of all the things that happened in the last 10 minutes was something that I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot about. Rolling down my window and hanging my arm outside, I stick my headphones in my ears, drowning myself into my music as we head our way into our brand new life.
IM BACK! Well at least for those who actually know me.
This chapter is just kind of a filler for Rachel (yes she is portraying me :3) and what she had to leave behind.
And yes, Graham will become quite a big part for Rachel in this story.
Ah yes, and REVIEW! Its my second story so hopefully I am a little better.
Next Chapter: We meet "The Turners"