Life goes on. Even if you've suffered numerous heartbreaks, your best friend dies because of a psycho drunk driver, or even after you've left your hometown you grew up in, people will still be living their lives. The wind ruffled my hair, as we pulled into the old neighborhood I used to live in as a kid. The houses looked the same, the way they were five years ago, when I last saw this faded memory in my mind. "Do you like it so far?" I asked my girlfriend, slowly stroking the palm of her hand with the pad of my thumb.
She glanced at me with a reassuring smile, tightening the grip she had on my hand. "I think it's perfect, especially for a first year back for high school," Demi smiled, letting the wind run through her black loose curls. She was perfect in every way possible. From the way the side of her cheeks tightened whenever she smiled to the way she laughed, as though nothing else mattered.
"Alright, well here we are," I explained, jumping out of the car to let Demi out. The old colonial house laid at the top of the hill, that overlooked the whole cityscape of Los Angeles. The clouds had aligned into one dark one that began to hover over me and Demi, as lightening struck the tree beside our car.
"Oh my god, my hair," Demi squealed, running at full speed to the front porch while rain began to fall down in torrents on me. Okay, so maybe she was a little bit of drama queen, but we all have those moments, don't we?
Thunder began to crash while the lightening lit up the sky, as I rolled our bags out of the car and onto the wet pavement. "Sweetie, do you want your suitcases?" I wondered, pointing to the eight suitcases she had packed for her two week trip.
"Of course I want it, you idiot, don't just leave it on the soaking wet ground," Demi spat, huffing out into the rain to grab the suitcase, bringing it back to the front porch.
I rolled my eyes in frustration, slamming the trunk and the passenger door, lugging the seven other suitcases she had packed. This was going to be a very interesting two weeks with my lovely girlfriend, but I didn't care, I was just glad to be home.
"Would you hurry up and open the god damn door so that we can get out of this cold weather and into the warmth of your house?" Demi snapped, pointing through the window, so that I could see all of my family and friends sitting around the kitchen, laughing.
I could feel the smile spread across my cold cherry red lips, bending down to pick the key up off the mat to open the door. "Of course, my beautiful queen," I opened the door, letting Demi go in while I shut the door behind her and dropped all of her belongings onto the hard maple wood floor.
"Be careful with those, Joe, it has all of my stu-," she tried to say, before being interrupted.
"THERE HERE!" somebody from the kitchen yelled, pummeling me down to the ground with them.
When I looked up, I was filled with the happiness that had gotten me through the worst of my days, throughout my childhood. "Miles, it's so good to see you again," I whispered into her ear, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.
She giggled, burying her face into my chest as she started to laugh uncontrollably. "I've missed you so much Joe," Miley gave me a toothy grin, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I laughed, meeting eyes with Demi's, as she raised one eyebrow up, giving me her famous stink eye. "Aw, I missed you too Miles, but I really want you to meet someone," I picked her up off of me, escorting her over to Demi, "This is my girlfriend, Demi, Demi, this is my best girl friend, Miley."
Demi's eyes widened as she became face to face with Miley, her eyebrows beginning to furrow in disgust. "Oh well, if it isn't the infamous Miley, have a good time skinny dipping in the lake?" she questioned, laughing under her breath.
Miley's eyes began to well up, as she stormed past Demi and stomped up the stairs with heavy, broken steps. I glanced at Demi in confusion, wondering how she could be so heartless and why she would say such a thing to Miley. "How do you know her?" I inquired, glancing up the stairs to see if Miley was coming back down.
Demi smirked, turning my face towards her. "Well, it all started when we were in the same cabin for camp and me and Miley were like two peas in a pod, I'm talking inseparable. But, that all changed when I started befriending other guys in the camp and she got really jealous, but I didn't care. Then, one night we were out past curfew and the guys and I saw Miley coming back from the bathrooms, and that's when we decided to play the world's best prank on her. We told her that we wanted to hang out with her and she totally bought it, so she joined us. Next thing you know, we're all laughing and having a good time, until one of the guys suggests we play Truth or Dare, which was so much fun. One of the guys knew that Miley wasn't the greatest of swimmers, so when she was totally spaced out, he took off her shirt and shorts and threw her into the water, it was probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life," she explained, still smirking at the thought of it.
I looked at Demi in shock, shaking my head in disbelief about how heartless she really could be. "That's just about the rudest thing Demi. Maybe you should go apologize to her and think about other people besides yourself," I explained, pointing to the light that just went on in my brother's room.
"I'd rather not," Demi shook her head in disagreement, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"STOP! I don't want to talk to you right now, either you go and apologize to her or you can sleep in a hotel tonight," I spat at her, removing her hands from around my neck and giving her a number for a hotel. This wasn't how she was when I met her. She was the quiet, shy girl, who wasn't involved with anybody besides herself. I thought that she was different from the other girls I had dated in the past, but maybe now destiny was showing me what was really behind the fake act.
Demi bowed her head down and quietly began to sob. I did feel bad so I just rubbed her back and waited for her to calm down. "I'm so sorry, I realize now what I did was wrong and uncalled for. Please forgive me," she pleaded, picking her head up which revealed her bloodshot red eyes and tear stained face.
I have to admit, I did feel bad for what I said to her. I never meant to do anything harmful to her, especially make her cry. "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything I just said," I whispered into her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist and stroking her hair. Maybe she was just in a bad mood because of the weather or our two hour car ride from LAX. Either way, I believed that destiny was just in a bad mood tonight.
"It's okay," Demi continued to sob into my shoulder, "Is it okay if I go and meet your family now?"
"Of course it is," I said, picking her head up and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Good," Demi smiled, pulling me into a tight hug, as she rolled her eyes and gave Miley a quick smirk, who was sitting at the top of the stairs, watching the whole act play out.
"She's such a great girl, Joseph. I think you really outdid yourself this time," my mom beamed, pinching my cheeks, "I think you might have found 'the one.'"
"Maybe mom, you never know what destiny has in store for you," I replied, happy that my mother had approved of one of my girlfriends. It's true, I'm a sucker for all of that mushy gushy stuff that girls kill to have a boy say to her. I guess I'm just really meant to be a girl.
"Your right, I don't. But, I know that you'll make a good decision because you have a good heart and I raised you the right way," my mom said, kissing my cheek and walking off to bed.
I rose my hand up to knock on my brother's bedroom door, before hearing a giggle and what sounded like a kiss. I didn't know my brother had a girlfriend. I quietly opened the door to see who the mystery girl was, just as they were about to kiss the door creaked forward and I fell face first onto his hard wood floor, meeting eyes with Miley. What the hell?