Why my mother had to host our schools reunion is beyond me, Yes ok my mother was on the PTA- She still is, but that doesn't give her the right to bring a load of dick heads, half of them I either can't remember due to really never meeting them properly or I just don't want to remember.
Actually most of the people here only accepted the invite because it's at Bellevue and it's being hosted by Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Grey, Mother of Elliott, Mia and yes THE Christian Grey.
I have been here most of the day helping my mother get ready for this "event" if you can even call it that, I figure it's just a complete waste of my time, Of everyone's time but mostly mine.
"Christian, Sweetheart it's almost time for people to arrive, Aren't you going to get ready?" My mother asks as she comes up behind me, I sigh inwardly oh sorry did I forget to tell you that it's a theme "event"? Oh yes, we have to dress up how we did back "in the day" which means me trying to look 16 again, I'm 26 for gods sake, I will not be photographed looking like a complete and utter dick.
"Mother really do we have to dress like we did when we were 16?" I whine, Wow Ok now I sound like I'm 16, Whinning and moaning to my mother about shit that doesn't matter.
"Yes Christian you do, It's suppose to be a bit of fun, Now off with you, You have 10 minuets" She says as she shoo's me away.
I can't bear to even look at my self in the full length mirror in my childhood bedroom, I look like how I feel...a dick.
I'm in a pair of blue jeans with ripped knee's, apparently it was my trademark as a teen I was always in ripped jeans as I was always fighting to there was no point wearing anything smart for it to get ruined, I'm also in a white t-shirt with a faded picture of Guns N Roses on the front, it's not mine it's one of Elliott's,old ones, not my cup of tea but it's what Mom wants me to wear, I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm doing this for mom, I'm doing this for mom.
Pulling on my old converse trainers I feel like laughing, this feels like de ya vu, I've done this before plenty of times when I was sneaking out the house when I was ment to be grounded for fighting or being disrespectful, the only thing, well there's a couple of things wrong with this picture 1: im not 16 anymore and 2: well that's a little harder to think of, I don't have my partner in crime waiting outside my window for me so we can go and wreak havoc on Seattle.
It's hard to think back to my teenage years without thinking about her, we were always together, having a laugh, causing mischief, and just generally getting in to trouble...
"Christian? are you ready yet? people are arriving" Mia my little sister calls from the other side of my door, there's really no difference in our ages me Mia and Elliott are all 25, we were all adopted at the same age and at the same time, we've never been with out each other, well except when I went to Harvard with Elliott and Mia traveled to Paris but apart from that we've always been together.
"Yes Mi I'm coming now" I yell back as I take one last look at myself... This is all going to end in disaster.
Walking down the stairs I can clearly tell that the "event" or "party" as my mother calls it is in full swing, There are people dancing to old tunes and having drinks and reminiscing about High School, Oh why do I have to be here? I don't want to be here, I would rather be at work, In a session with Flynn but anywhere but here.
"Hey bro, Looking good" Elliott yells as he comes strutting over to me from the other side of the room, Everyone close enough to hear my loud mouthed brother stops whatever they are doing and turns to look, God please give me the strength to get through this.
"Elliott people can hear you!" I glare as he shrugs
"So it's a party Christian lighten up, I have a surprise for you" He grins like a kid at christmas
"Elliott, I don't like surprises"
"Oh but your gonna like this one" He wiggles his eyebrows and motions for me to follow him