"ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ,
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴ
ʙᴏʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ,
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ"
Deadroses, blackbear
~drinkbleach~
Lucas
I hate smiling. Especially for a long period of time, it makes my face hurt. But for my mother's special day, erm second special day, I could suck it up for one night and fake it til I made it.
Standing around at the reception, talking to various relatives, had not been on my agenda of the day. Originally, I planned on booking it out of this shithole after my parental walked down the aisle. But, my grandfather, Alec, whose grip is still as strong as steel after decades of being alive, grabbed me by my shoulder and gave me a look that told me if i think about leaving I would be receiving my ass on a silver platter.
That sealed my fate of playing host for the rest of the night. Well, co-host because my new step-brother is prancing around like an idiot speaking to guest and jumping up and down as if he just came down from a sugar high. Ah, good old Mess. My future roomie and resident annoyance whom, unfortunately i have the pleasure of sharing seven of my eight classes with. See I would prefer it a helluva lot if I didn't have to see his face just about 24/7.
"Lucas, honey, Nate and I have decided to take you and Nessie on our honeymoon in Paris" my mother squeals while twirling around in her puffy white wedding dress.
Damn, I was really hoping to be excluded out of the after festivities but, of course I should've seen this coming.
"That's really great Mom, I know us four will have a blast together!" I paste a forced grin on my face in order to not seem like I'm annoyed at the fact I have to go to a different country with two black-haired douches I don't even care for.
Luckily, she seems to buy my phony act and takes off with her new hubby..At least, she appears to be enjoying herself.
"LUKEY LUKEY COOOKIEEEE" fuck my life
"What the hell do you want" I glare at him and toss a dirty look in his direction, this guy always seems to bring out the worst moods in me. From his carefree smile to his i-spend-too-much-time-outside-tan to his azure blue eyes, that are so blue they rival my own irises.
"It's time to go it's nearly twelve and we have to get home and pack for PARIS!" he pumps his fist into the air with a whoop and continues "Aren't you excited?'
I stare at him with a blank look. Y'know that blank look you give a test you haven't studied for. Continuing without missing a beat he informs me that our parents have booked a hotel for the night and we should head to our respective houses to gather things we intend on taking with us on the honeymoon. The noir-haired then adds a small detail is that I have to drive him to his house. I respond by flipping him off, retorting a loud "Fuck No!"
The night comes to a close with me in the driver's seat escorting the snitch home with a sore ear.
Fuck my life. Oh yeah, I already said that.