"MOM! IM NOT GOING TO SEE YOUR DOCTOR! I'M FINE!" I yelled, frustrated by my mothers stubbornness.
"Oh, silly girl." My mother laughed, as walked into the waiting room.
I swear this woman drives me up the wall sometimes with her obliviousness.
"Just wait here until I get back, then it's your turn." My mother said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeh, yeh, whatever." I mumbled, plopping down onto one of the chairs.
Gosh, I hate this damn of all the damn places my mother chose to move back to, she picks her home town. Depressing, gloomy forks. I groaned, thinking about the long months I'm going to be staying here until we can move back to New York.
I looked up just as my mother came walking out of the doctors office, along with her doctor.
What in the actua-
"Sweetie! Come say hello to Dr. Cullen! I told him about that little itch of yours you have on your inner thigh-"
Before my mother could even finish her sentence, I shot up, turned on my heel and power walked out of there before he even had enough time to look up from his clip board.
I sat in the car, fuming. I can't believe this shit! I literally almost died from embarrassment. Who knew my mothers doctor was a greek god!
Literally!
I can't even believe her! I swear, I'm going to kill her as soon as she closes her car door.
A Few minutes passed before I saw her walking out of the hospital. I clenched my jaw in annoyance. She pulled open the door and got in, smiling.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed, turning in my seat to glare at her. "I'm not even here for two days yet, and your already Embarrassing me!" I yelled.
I wanted to scream at her again, but that would only make her cry.
She looked at me, "Oh, don't worry! Dr. Cullen is completely nonjudgmental." She answered, starting the car.
Because that makes everything better.
I shook my head and leaned back in my seat. I don't even think This woman knows the definition of humiliation! She's completely oblivious to it!
"Goodness! You could have told me your doctor looked like that!" I said.
"Like what?" She asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
Completely oblivious, she is.
"A Greek God, mom! Goodness! I can't believe this is the man who prescribes you your gas medicine!"
She shook her head, laughing it off. "Don't forget my-"
I stopped her just before she continued.
"MY GOODNESS, WOMAN! HAVE YOU NO PERSONAL BOUNDARIES?!"
I stared at her in complete shock. Nothing is never too personal for her.
"That's what he's there for. To help me. I don't understand why you're taking this so serious?"
I wanted to scream my head off.
"Because it's not like he's some old looking doctor you can just go and tell all your embarrassing problems too! not when he looks like he should be on the cover of a GQ magazine!"
Seriously, I wouldn't have cared if he was some old man, but he wasn't! He's a Beautiful, young doctor who now knows I have a rash on my inner thigh.
I hope he never sees my face.
"Hunny bunny, Dinner!" My mom called.
I groaned. I looked at the clock and saw it's almost 6:00pm. I've literally been in my room all day. Doing nothing, but counting down the days of when I leave.
I woke up and made my way downstairs.
"Hey, girly!"
"Hi." I replied, sitting down and fixing my plate. She's so happy, which makes me feel like a bitch for getting mad at her.
"Hurry up and eat, we're going to the movies!"
"Which movie?" I stuffed my mouth with mashed potatoes while awaiting her reply.
"50-"
"Don't even! That's gross. I'm not seeing it."
"I know you won't see it. I wouldn't want you too see it with me, either. Yes, that would just be gross on many different levels. Lola is coming with me."
"Lola? Mark told me they were coming tomorrow?"
"Oh! I forgot to tell you! Lola decided arrive a day early."
How come he didn't tell me this?
"You and Mark both can see something together!" She winked, cutting her steak.
I held back a sigh, knowing exactly what she's hinting at.
"You both have known each other since birth, you've guys been best friends since. There is no reason why you too shouldn't get married." She wondered.
"Yer so right, mom. We'll get married next Tuesday, I'll pop out a couple of kids, so that way you and Lola can be happy grandparents." I said sarcastically, eating the rest of my dinner while my mother ate hers in la la land.
I sighed, waiting along side my mother for Lola and Mark.
"You told me to hurry, yet their not even here," I muttered, becoming annoyed.
"You've been so moody since you got here. I bet it's that time of the month, isn't it? We'll stop at the drug store before home and get you some midol, k, sweet pea?"
Please, can someone just throw a bucket of popcorn at my head and put me out of my misery already?
"LOLA! OVER HERE!"
My mother yelled, waving her hand. I shook my head, she's acting as if we cannot be seen by a crowed of people by the way she just flagged down Lola.
"Hey, you too!" She greeted us, walking over. "You finally have boobies now!" Lola said, referring to me as being a late bloomer. She pulled me in for a big hug, squeezing me tightly before pulling away.
"Hi, Lola. Good to see you." I greeted.
"CAN'T BELIEVE SHE HAS BOOBIES!" She practically yelled, turning to look at my mother. "She's quite the woman now!" My mother agreed.
"Bad news! Mark couldn't make it. He's been sick since yesterday's plan ride, and decided to stay at the hotel." Lola announced.
That's why hasn't texted me back!
"You won't mind seeing a movie by yourself, would you?" My mother asked.
"Yeah, it's fine. You both go ahead." I lied. They nodded and walked off.
I just got felt up by my mothers best friend, then ditched on a Saturday night.
I decided to not even catch a movie.
Instead, I went home, knowing that Lola will just drop my mother off once reading my text saying I left.
I decided Netflix and leftovers was a better choice, then staying in some smelly theater with annoying teens.
I fixed myself a hefty dish and was getting ready for my movie when the doorbell rang.
No way it's my mother. I've only been home 20 minutes and it's not even 7:00 aclock, yet?
Annoyed, I got up from the couch, slowly walked to the door and looked through the peep hole.
"SHIT!"
I cursed, jumping back from the door. Why the hell would he be here?! I felt my palms start to sweat from nervousness. No. No way, I'm going to open that door and face him.
The door bell rang again, making me almost yelp.
I hurried and killed all the kitchen and living room lights, including the TV. Maybe he won't notice that suddenly all the lights turned off? The door bell rang again, making my heart skip.
"Hello, It's Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Is anyone home?"
He asked from outside the door, making me jump from the sound of his smooth, calm voice.
Oh my gosh, his voice!
This guy doesn't know when to quit! I stayed in front of the door, listening closely to hear when he leaves. Is he really just standing there?
Please, just leave!
After a few minutes of only hearing my loud breathing, I heard his footsteps leaving.
"Finally!"
I sighed, resting my forehead against the door.
Maybe that was an asshole thing to do. I'm pretty sure he knew someone was home. Maybe I should have seen what he wanted?
NONONONO!
There was no way I was facing him, not after my mother telling him about embarrassing my rash!
But, I can't help wonder what he wanted?
I woke up to the annoying sound of someone knocking.
"Kitty cat! It's me!"
Came the sound of my mothers voice. Getting up, I went and opened the door for her.
"Sorry, I forgot my keys."
She told me, walking in. I grunted in response, going back to lay down.
"Ma, when can we finally move back home?" I asked, flipping through the channels. She walked out of the kitchen and came to sit by me.
"Whenever your father is done with his business, I suppose."
Of course.
"Are you okay? How do you feel? Why did you leave? Was it because you felt like I abandon you?" She cried, becoming emotional.
OHMYGOSH!
I turned to her. "No! It was because I was tired and wanted to come home!" She nodded, calming down.
I swear, she is the most emotional person I've ever known.
"Hey! Did Dr. Cullen stop by?" I turned away, and focused my gaze back on the TV. I know if I tell her how I purposely ignored him, she will flip.
"What are you talking about?" I played the fool.
"Dr. Cullen called right after I got a text from you saying you were going home." She started.
"Aha?"
"He wanted to stop by and drop off my medication, which was so nice of him by the way!" she smiled.
That's why he came here? To drop off my mothers gas medication!
"I told him I wasn't home, but you would be-"
Crap! He did know I was home.
"Really? I must have been upstairs when he stopped by." I lied, hoping she would drop the subject.
"Oh, darn. I should call him in the morning and tell him that's why you didn't answer the door because you were upstairs applying cream to your rash-"
"WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU EVEN TELL HIM THAT!" I screamed, turning to her. "WHAT WOULD EVEN MAKE YOU THINK THAT WAS THE REASON I WAS UPSTAIRS FOR?!"
"I just assumed-"
I jumped up, "STOP TELLING HIM ABOUT MY EMBARRASSING PROBLEMS, MOM!" I screamed, storming out of the room.
I ran upstairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me. Great! Just great! She's probably downstairs crying hysterically because I screamed at her twice.
Here comes the guilt.
I plopped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. I swear, the way I argue with my mother is as I'm still 15 years old.
I looked over at the clock. 11:33pm. I laughed, my mother came home later than I have in months.
What am I going to do with my life.