Don't Make This Easy, I Want You To Mean It

Chapter 1:

I watched as the rain fell down the car window. Perfect. How was the stupid plane supposed to fly to the other side of the damned country if it was raining? This was ½ the reason I was getting the hell out of Seattle. Too much rain. It covered everything and made it depressing. Don't get me wrong, the rain was gorgeous and you have to have rain to get a rainbow, but every few days was just annoying.

"Sweetie," My mom cooed through her tears, "you don't have to go." I swear my mom was worried that I would move in with my dad and he would make me hate her and never come back.

"Mom," I sighed for the millionth time. "I'm going. And I'm gonna be fine. And you're going to be moving around with Eric so much. I would just be a burden." My mom's new husband, Eric, was a photographer for National Geographic, so he'd be everywhere trying to get pictures, and she'd of course go with him.

"I just want you to--"

"I will be happy mom, please just believe me when I say I will be happy." I gave her a hopeful look. I was glad to be getting the tearful goodbyes out of the way. If I would have been 18 versus 17 who knows what kind of problems we would have had to deal with. I'm thinking something along the lines of using the jaws of death to get her off of me.

***

"Well, I have to go through security now," I said suggestively to my mother. She hadn't let go of my hand since we got out of the car.

Another hurricane of tears started. "Have a safe flight," Eric answered for her. Eric was good for my mother. He knew what she would need and what she would want. I felt pretty good leaving my mom with him.

***

"Excuse me, miss," the flight attendant bothered me for the thirtieth time, "you need to put that away now, we're preparing for landing in Baltimore."

I pulled my earbuds out of my head as she walked away. I was tempted to flip her off but that wouldn't be a good way to start my new life.

New life. The words rang through my head. New school. New parents. New siblings. New boyfriend? The last one rung through my head a bit longer. I'd left the perfect boyfriend in Seattle. We'd both agreed that with me going to the opposite coast, we didn't wanna bother with the long distance thing. We ended as friends. Aaron was the perfect boyfriend for three reasons. One, he had the same taste in music as I did, two he was one of the smartest boys, and three he loved me.

The pilot stopped at the gate and I took a deep breath. New life. I reminded myself.

New life.

***

Well the first few hours of my new life sucked, to put it blankly. First, my dad was late, but that didn't bug me so much. Then the stupid airline lost my luggage. I was on one freggin plane. HOW CAN YOU LOSE LUGGAGE?!

Then I met the house-wife and the clones.

"Hi my name is Brittany," she greeted me when I opened the door. Her blonde curly hair fell to her shoulders. She had on a skirt, in the middle of winter. She was wearing a pink sweater. The pink sweater thing did it for me. "Welcome to our home." She made a sweeping motion with her arms.

Oh fantastic. "Hi I'm Rachel." I put on the fakest smile I could muster.

"These are my twins," she smiled, "Erica and Muffy. Say hi to your new sister, girls."

Erica and Muffy, from now on referred to as "the clones", were wearing "skinny" jeans and separate band t-shirts. Their skinny jeans were a little bit less than skinny. Neither one had enough ass to fill them out. Erica, the taller clone's, band t-shirt was some band I'd never heard of, The Friday Night Boys. Muffy's t-shirt band I'd at least heard of, All Time Low was plastered across her semi-flat chest.

"Hey."

"What's up?" Neither one looked up from their EnV touches. They both looked to be about twelve, thirteen at the oldest.

"I heard about your little suitcase mix up," Brittany continued, "and we can go shopping tomorrow if you'd like. You still have about two weeks until school starts."

"Um, actually, if you wouldn't mind," I twisted my brown hair in my hands, "I'd rather wait for my clothes or something."

"Oh, no. I insist, just to get you a few things before you luggage arrives." This woman wasn't going to give in.

I looked down at my torn skinny jeans and black A Day To Remember t-shirt. There was no way that I would shop at the same stores she did, but I had to be polite. "Alright," I sighed. "I'd love to go."

"Mom?" one of the clones looked up, at first guess I thought it was Muffy. "Can we go to that concert tonight?"

"Erika," I was obviously wrong, "I can't take you and neither can your father. We're too busy with moving Rachel in," Brittany replied.

"Ugh but mom!" the second clone chimed in, "it's a home town show and we have to go. Sarah already has tickets for us, but her mom can't take us either. PLEASE!"

"Well, Rachel can take you," my father finally spoke and I sure wished he hadn't. The clones looked at me like I'd just walked into the room.

"James, I don't think that-" Brittany started.

"Oh no, I'd love to," I surprised everyone by speaking, myself included. "It'd be a great way for me to get to know the girls." I lied through my teeth.

"Oh, well if you're feeling up to it." Brittany sighed.

The clones squealed.

"What band are we going to see though?" I asked them.

"All Time Low," they said at the same time.