I hated a lot of things. I hated skirts, heels, anything girly. I hated guys who are sexist and I hated cats. I hated all the moving I had to do and all the packing and unpacking because of all the moving but that animosity was nothing compared to how much I loathed the Palm Woods.
At first I didn't mind it because eventually my mom and I would move again to some other fancy place until she finds the place she thinks is best for us and I could only hope I agreed but I did not agree to this. Apparently she loved it here and even made a friend already, Mrs. Knight and unfortunately for me she has a son my age giving my mother another reason to want to stay thinking I'll make friends in no time. The saying 'the more the merrier' didn't really apply well to this situation.
Something told me this was going to be permanent and I'm not really sure if it's because of me being a pessimist or the way my mom seems ten times happier than usual. I decided it's the latter and my heart sunk.
No matter how long we stay here I wasn't going to like it. And nobody or their son my age could change that not even if he's cute and I just prayed he wasn't so it'll be much easier. Please just let him be some short, snotty, irritating nerd with dorky classes and suspenders. That's all I'm asking for and I promise I'll eat all my veggies instead of giving them to Roscoe when mom's not looking. I sighed and unpack my last box with a heavy heart and fell on my bed.
I closed my eyes going to my happy place imagining my life before dad left and my mom started this crazy moving frenzy. I thought about our old house where I lost my first tooth, said my first word, and took my first walk. I remembered all the great memories of trick or treating with dad and baking with my mom. I wanted to go back to sitting on my dad's shoulder and laughing without a care in the world. Those were happy times but they soon ended when I turned eight and fights broke out between my parents. They were constantly arguing and started spending time with me less and less until not at all.
I still remember that night perfectly when my dad woke me up in the middle of the night and kissed me on the cheek telling me how much he loved me. I only shook my head and told him to let me sleep. I remembered his deep baritone laugh as he stood up. 'I love you pumpkin' were the last thing he said before he slipped out my room and out of my life. That very morning I found my mom crying and no sign of my dad. She scooped me in her arms and whispered that everything was going to be fine but I knew they weren't and I didn't even shed a tear.
My dad was everything to me and when he left my world crumbled. My eyes burned from the memory and I wiped them vigorously. I didn't want to be sad I wanted to be angry. It was so much easier just to be angry.
Angry at my dad, the world, my mom, and the annoying Palm Woods!
"Mary, sweetie," my mom called obviously back from her lunch with Mrs. Knight, "Are you done unpacking?" her heels clicked against the floor as she came into my room.
"Good you're all set up," but she might as well be talking to air because I wasn't paying attention to her. I wasn't going to either. This is all her fault and I want her to know it. I looked at her and I instantly hated how much I looked like her. Same dark hair that framed a heart shape face with almond shape blue eyes and pink lips. I was a spinning image of her the only thing I got from my dad was my small nose. He was Asian and I inherited his flat nose and wide nostrils.
"Mary are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah yeah," I lied and waved her off.
"Good, so I'm assuming you'll be ready at six for dinner at the Knight's place."
"Yeah ye- WAIT WHAT?" I screamed sitting up.
"I knew you weren't listening," she snapped before leaving out, "Be ready at six!" I groaned and smothered myself in a pillow.
"This Sucks Big Time!"
"This sucks big time," Kendall muttered under his breath. Out of all the nights that could have been chosen it had to be this one. How would he even begin to explain this to Jo? She would be devastated.
"Hey Kendall what's up with the sad face? Don't you have a date with Jo tonight?" James went on not waiting for his friend to answer the first one. He plopped down beside him and began combing his hair whilst scoping out for hot girls.
"Yea I do and would you get rid of that stupid comb." Kendall snapped. James looked at him surprised and slowly put the comb away.
"Okay you're seriously mad about something. What's up?"
"I have to have dinner with my mom tonight. She wants me to meet this new girl and her mom."
"New girl! Nice! I don't see the problem." Kendall rolled his eyes.
"The problem is Jo has been planning this date for weeks so I don't know how I'm going to tell her," He said getting mad all over again the more he thought about it.
"Well is this new girl hot?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Because if she is, you won't have to cancel your night with Jo," James answered a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.
"Does it have anything to do with shoving anyone in a closet?" James shook his head and Kendall let a small glimmer of hope form, "Then what do you have in mind?"
"Let me take your place," James said simply, "Then you can go on your date and I get to turn on the charm and possibly win me a hot girlfriend."
"I don't know," Kendall began unsure.
"Just think about how heartbroken Jo will be when you crush her dreams. I bet she'll even be angry with you. That reminds me isn't she a black belt in karate?" James thought aloud giving Kendall a Look.
"Great plan! Dinner starts at six. Don't be late," Kendall said quickly before jumping from his seat to go tell Jo how much he couldn't wait until tonight and that he would never do anything to make her want to hurt him. James watched him go and when he was gone he pulled his comb back out and stared at it lovingly.
"I missed you."
(A/N) - I hope you enjoyed! This is my first BTR fic so tell me what you think. Constructive Criticism it welcomed.
