What the hell is wrong with her? Seriously, she's nuts. She calls herself a devout Christian, bullshit. I should explain, huh? My mother, Andrea Larsson, was shouting at me about sexuality with her bible words, oh how it was wrong to love the same sex but who said anything about love? I most certainly don't love anyone in that current degree.
She had walked in on me and my best friend with benefits, Sarah, another female obviously. My fingers had been pumping in and out of her at a vigorous pace, which this was the one time that she didn't feel the need to knock on the door but instead busted through the door. I knew that she was hit with full force of smells and sounds; sex, sweat and passionate moans vibrating through the room. The screams that emitted from mom had jolted us out of our little rendezvous, embarrassing,
Sarah automatically left with blush coloring her cheeks and mom went through the whole lecture about how I would end up in hell or crap like that. I believed fate and destiny but love or lust to me, has no gender since we were all normal human beings, we still work and make a living as a straight person can.
Mom decided to settle this with the most illogical answers, solution that I've ever heard. She was sending me to dad who was gay as well. I don't see how that would help me stay away from other girls…because dad would most likely want me to embrace who I am; instead of pretending to be somebody I'm not.
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That was four days ago, which brings me to now. I was sitting in the small silver 2003 Toyota Corolla, which my mom had brought for me but she wouldn't let me ship it to Alaska, instead I have to work for another car, how much does that suck? I guess I can always find a used car at a reasonable price but this baby was mine though. I named him, 'Zorro' after my friend had dubbed his costume for a Halloween party, when he fucked his girl in the backseat of my baby.
Immediately after that, I had it cleaned and everything. The car cleaners looked disgusted at the leftover mess from the two's romp. I thought it was hilarious but tipped them enough to where they brightened up but I noticed that they kept glancing at me wondering if it was from me or another girl, one guy even surprised me by suggesting that I had sex with a girl in the car.
"Jolene," my mom said to me, snapping me out of my memories and I gently tugged the buds out of my ears wondering what the hell she wanted. "I'm doing what's best for you. This is just a curiosity phase and you can come home when you're feeling better and it's all out of your system."
I scoffed at her, I knew and well that it wasn't a curiosity phase; it was the real deal about me. I would rather be with another female companion then a male. The thought of being with a dude was not exactly my cup of tea since I would rather throw myself off a bridge then hear about their dicks and cars.
"I want to leave now," I growled softly at her.
No longer wanted to overstay my time in the car, to argue with her, she would always win since she claimed to be older than me and much wiser. I always thought she treated these situations incorrectly and irresponsibly, dropping me off on to somebody else (especially since I don't know them) wasn't the right way to solve a problem.
"Tell your father and his...boyfriend…that I said hello." She struggled with the thought of dad wrapped in the arms of another man, which made me smirk inwardly. It was oh so obvious that she was still pained by this whole fiasco but he couldn't help what he felt.
"Will do." I nodded before opening the car door.
"I'm really am trying to do what I think would be best for your future," she said sadly which didn't have affect me like it should but quite frankly, I was tired of hearing this. "I don't want to find about you being with some girl, I have other friends in Alaska and they'll let me know what's going on. Your future shouldn't be put in jeopardy for such a crude abomination."
"Whatever," I huffed out. "See you in four years, mom." I spoke smugly as her face dropped. I can safely assume that she thought that I would come home just to see my friends and get over my feelings but no. This time, I will not back down so she could have the satisfaction, time to give her a taste of her own medicine.
She glared at me for a moment before taking off which I couldn't close the door fast enough, but it managed to shut by itself by how fast she peeled off, leaving burning rubber and tire marks. Leaving me alone to fend for myself and followed people in the cold air-conditioned airport. I automatically went to the chairs of my gate letter that had been printed on the ticket. It was a half an hour before we could board, so I took the time to study over my life.
Dad was excited that I was coming to see him although he seemed peeved at mom for the circumstances. She wouldn't let me see him since he had admitted to his affair with another man, Henry.
Yeah at one point, I did hate him for leaving mom and I; more on the 'I' part, but who said I could judge? Love conquers all. True fact but our phone calls were never long too long since mom had started timing them to the maximum of exactly five minutes and that didn't mean we didn't learn a lot about each other in those short amount of time. He told me and confided in me for advice about asking his boyfriend of two years, whom I've never met, to marry him.
When the announcer, obviously announced that the plane was boarding for Barrow, Alaska, everyone had picked his or her carry-on before proceeding to the terminal. Jesus, I wonder what I'm getting myself into, my passenger members on the either side of me were being such pest. The old women complained about my piercing and tattoos, oh and let's not forget about my music taste.
My mouth opened to tell them to fuck off but the flight attendant started instructing the alarm exits, which didn't comfort any nerves, just worsened knowing that we could die because of a plane crash. I felt a hand tap my shoulder and turned to see a young girl, about a year younger than me, offering me a piece of juicy gum. I smiled politely before grabbing the gum and started chewing on it, feeling at ease especially when started to ascend in the air.
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The plane landed, that was my worst fear of planes, especially when landing or taking off since I've seen too many times when planes could land too hard on the front wheel and flip over, call me paranoid but it was the truth. The frenzy began with pushing and shoving to get off the plane but I swore someone shoved me, calmly and collectively I turned around and shoved the person back.
Once I got out of the terminal, looking around for my dad but a poster board caught my eyes with bright blue bubble letters spelled out my name with a black sharpie trim, creative as ever. When I saw the one person who could relate to me put the board down with a smile, I laughed in happiness before launching myself to him as he did the same, and swung me around but hugged me tight. My body shook in happiness; missing him much more than I had originally thought.
"Jolene! Goodness it's nice to see you again, sweetheart. It's been too long!" He shouted with tears filling his brown eyes, which were exactly like mine. Most of his features and genes were in me, since mom had the complete opposite of my features, she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and too Barbie for me.
"Oh it's great to see you again too, daddy. Who's this handsome man?" I asked letting my eyes flicker to the man blushing in awkwardness and the sudden attention. He was a looker, with dark black hair, blue-gray eyes, stood two inches shorter than my dad's six foot three frame, but stood taller than my five foot nine frame.
"This is Henry. Henry, this is my daughter, Jolene." Dad introduced which a bright smile graced my face, as he must definitely be the guy my dad called: his love. They were a perfect match and adorable together even if they were two men, oh well. He stuck a hand out but I shoved that away before grabbing him into a big bear hug.
"You deserve a hug, but call me Jo; I don't like my whole name…" I explained sheepishly after I had let him go.
"I've heard a lot about you. Lacrosse and basketball star, huh?" He whistled impressively but I felt my cheeks reddening, in embarrassment.
"Dad…he has a tendency to exaggerate." I teased, nudging him softly in the ribs, before I leaned over to grab my orange neon suitcase and my other suitcase that was lime green. Losing my suitcases full of clothes and shoes weren't something that I was intent on doing which is why I made sure that my stuff was on the right plane.
"No, you're too modest, sweetheart. Let's get a move on it, before people have hissy fits." Dad exclaimed at the people who were glaring at our reunion love-fest, and we nodded before heading out to the car, ready to start our adventure, thank god I had a big coat handy, cause it was freezing and it was the beginning of August!
The whole car ride became filled with chatter.
"Tell me about you." Henry shifted to turn around in the passenger seat to get a better look at me. "I don't want the exaggerations from this ape." He giggled before punching dad's arm, which he feign crying, oh I never thought it would be this relaxing.
"What do you want know, anything specific?" I asked timidly, not knowing if dad told him what happened.
"How did you land in our prison, ow…I meant home?" Henry whined when dad shoved him for calling his house a prison, and I'm sure that it had a double meaning, ew, I just had to think like that, huh?
"Henry! You don't have to answer that." Dad glanced at me through the mirror.
"It's okay, dad." I smiled before looking at Henry.
"Oh this is juicy, I can tell."
"Mom caught me in a compromising situation. I…slept with her, mom walked in on us with my…" I stumbled through my words, nervous about explaining this in front of dad.
"Don't say anything else, if you don't want to." Dad insisted and I knew that he was just trying to help me
"Babe, I want to know!" Henry pouted which dad immediately faltered with a heavy sigh. "Was it orgasmic?" He asked curiously and eagerly. Dad groaned loudly not wanting to hear of my answers or what happened in detail. It's his fault that he chose a man that wanted the gossip.
"I'm glad that she busted in after I had my turn. Plus catching me with my fingers in Sarah, who was my mom's church going daughter, wasn't a sight mom was expecting to see." The smirk on my face widened at thoughts coming back to me, but it still hurt that mom couldn't see past the whole thing.
"Oh, I love you, already." Henry squealed, grabbing me into a hug which I laughed before hugging him back.
"That's good. Tell me how the two of you met. Dad told me but-" I was cut off by Henry's clear voice.
"Let me guess, he left out details and too vague for your liking?" He concluded with a knowing face, he moved back to his original position. I nodded which he sighed exasperatedly before pretending to scold dad for not sharing all the miniscule details which the longer I was around these two, I knew that I would fit in, perfect.
"Love you guys too." Dad grumbled sarcastically which we looked at each other for a second and got the same ideas which a minute passed before we started to smother him with kisses on the cheeks, and Henry high-fived me before resuming to joke and prance around about the family; the Cullens. Apparently they had about seven adopted kids including a friend staying with them. Apparently dad worked with the main man, the father of the family, Carlisle was his name, and by the ramblings of both of the men, he was an angel or had movie star looks.
The name of the family irked me a bit, it was not the most popular used last names ever. I don't think I've ever heard of such name, but we are in another place instead of my hometown of Dallas, Texas. Which my last name wasn't the best known either: Larsson. It sounded so…weird and people didn't bother calling me by that horrid last name, teachers at my old school called me Jo or Jolene. No one ever has called me, Ms. Larsson except for the first day of school for new teachers.
Letting that slide, we started up more conversation as we neared the establishment of their home, dad couldn't stop smiling at the mentions of his anniversaries, presents they exchanged over Christmas, Valentine's and other well known gift-exchanging holidays.
Alaska has officially left me breathless when I got passed the whole ordeal of me being here. Mom would flip a lid when she finds out about how I would soon fall in love with this place, well minus the snow. College would be most likely be a great experience, I start in the fall and it begins at the end of this month, I couldn't wait to start taking classes and not having a leach on me about how far I could go with my freedom. I had transferred all my stuff there, which is why I had no other luggage with me except my carry-on and two suitcases. They offered to buy me new clothes that were appropriate for the weather.
Finally, we pulled up to the house. If I thought that Alaska was breathtaking, then I didn't know to describe this beautiful log cabin house thing. It was just…amazing, stylish, luxurious, warm, elegant, stunning, classic, paradise; all those words described the house and more.
There was a tower connected to the house, so fairytale-esque. When prince charming rescues his princess from the evil dragon and she lived at the tallest room of the tallest tower. I loved it, all in all. The snow littered the house just a bit and I could definitely get used to living here. Man, I could just imagine what would be inside, probably romantic cause dad had this house built and renovated for Henry, the man who changed my lovely father to this mush who couldn't say no to him.
"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!" I yelled strangling him in a hug, giggling wildly at his flustered face. He was shocked at my actions but it was impulsive since I didn't know how else to express my shock and gratitude. I wouldn't be stuck inside some one-bedroom house, with a small kitchen and bathroom instead I'm looking at house that could definitely be called a mansion but it was too modest.
Walking in, a grand foyer greeted me, now I'm overwhelmed at how small I felt and it wasn't an easy task since my five-nine frame normally had me taller than most girls in Texas, that I knew of anyway. Also in the middle of the foyer was the staircase leading to the second floor, which Henry pulled me up the steps while dad walked off for the kitchen, I think. At the second floor, he led me to the right side of the house, where the tower was and urged me to walk up the solid smooth wooden steps.
I stared blankly at the door as Henry's smile widened but looked anxious.
"Sweetie, I'm proud to present, your room." He spoke, and pushed the door open, and Jesus. It was almost an exact replica of my room back at home but much, much bigger, I had two stories in the tower, the first floor, we were on the first floor with the bedroom, and bathroom whereas the second story had the library, art studio, and my computer. I couldn't live without that thing.
"Holy shit, Henry, I love you too!" I shouted before hugging him around the waist. Not after two minutes in this gorgeous house I had managed to hug them in excitement, I loved it. This would be the start of a new life and make new interesting friends but never would I forget my old ones.
The bedroom had a bed about two feet from the window overlooking the front yard; it was a queen sized bed with my favorite colors of black, blue, and a hint of purple. The comforter was plumped and so soft that I could fall asleep within seconds. Pillows were littering the top of my bed but I knew that I would eventually stash them somewhere; it would be a pain in my ass to keep rearranging them on and off the bed. I had two nightstands on either side of the bed. One was to place all my devices, iPods, and cell phone, shit that I kept in my pockets. The dresser was pressed up against a wall ready for me to put my clothes in. A laptop was placed on my desk that lay near the window, and the computer had a red ribbon bow on top of it.
Could this day get any better?