Part 1:
I woke up to the sweet California breeze that came through my window. Only problem is I forgot it's freezing in the morning. When Jessie was still here he would always close my window for me when it was too cold. Now that he is human again, I freeze my ass off in the morning. I also woke to the great satisfaction of not listening to Spike scratching at walls, begging for food. Since Jessie doesn't live with me anymore, neither does the devil cat. I got out of my cozy bed and looked in the mirror. My hair looked like Spike had made it its nest.
"Shower time." I walked out into the hallway and… no surprise. The bathroom is taken by my stupid brother Dopey. It would be amazing if I could have my own bathroom that did not smell like a man's ass and I wouldn't need to wear a gas mask when I walked in there. My hatred for Dopey soon disappeared when I smelled the bacon floating from the kitchen. Did I happen to mention my step-dad Andy is an amazing cook? I actually wonder if that was the only reason my mom married him. When I walked into the kitchen, it was like walking into a candle shop. There are so many pretty scents but when they are all put together, it smells like crap. Today's menu was scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Mhmmm.
"Good morning sweetie," my mother called.
"What's up?" Of course my mother would never answer a stupid teen question like that. She just kissed my forehead and tried to brush my hair with my fingers.
"Don't try mom, you might break something," I smiled as I walked toward the living room. Sitting on the couch was Doc, my littlest step-brother, with his nose stuck in Great Expectations.
"Hey bud," I smirked as I messed up his hair.
"Hi, well, before you mess up my hair, you could fix yours."
"Shut up leprechaun!"
"Suze, is your guest going to be coming soon, breakfast is almost ready," Andy yelled from the kitchen.
"Hopefully," I yelled back. I walked to the dresser in the family room and grabbed a brush. I tried to get through the snarls and finally got my hair to look decent. The doorbell rang and I called I'd get it. Hoping it was my guest, I walked a little faster than I thought I would. Unfortunately, it wasn't the person I expected…
"Hey Suze…"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to…"
"Paul, didn't we decide not to talk in public anymore?"
"I'm sorry; I just wanted to give you your birthday present." Paul handed me a present that was wrapped in brown paper and a black bow.
"Well…uh…thank you Paul. Have a great day," I started to close the door and his arm stopped it.
"Suze, if…if you and you know who don't work out, then…can we give it another try?"
"Paul," I had to laugh, this was just too funny, "Thank you for the gift again, and have a god day." I closed the door and let out a sigh. I threw the present on the dresser and walked back into the kitchen.
"Who was that hunny?" My mom asked, wondering if it was a boy trying to drool all over me (which it kinda was, but I made sure he kept his mouth closed).
"Oh… no one," I grabbed a strip of bacon and bit half of it off. Today was going to be a good day, and if it wasn't, I'd be very, very pissed.