Brittany Pierce walked inside the house, feeling okay about the day, until she saw her dad's picture. She missed him. Having divorced parents was really hard. Well, at first it was, but sooner, Brittany had adapted. A giggle came from the kitchen and she instantly knew.
Chad Bishop was there. Chad was her mom's boyfriend. Unlike her father, Chad is sporty and very much of an outdoor man while Robbie Pierce was an architect. However, Rob is still the best man for Brittany. She liked Chad though, for her mom's husband. It's been a long time clear for her that her mother and father had already given up on their relationship.
Anne Pierce, her mother was making a dinner for three. Pretty soon, the dinner was served and they all ate. It was Annie who spoke first.
"Umm, honey," Anne said, explicitly stating a let's-get-serious tone.
"Yeah?"
"Umm…Chad and I…as you have known, we've been going out for a couple of years now, so…" her mother fidgeted a cabbage. Brittany knew instantly what was coming.
"So, he's moving in?"
"No, umm…we were thinking that…you should live with your father," Anne said. "For the meantime."
"Is that another way of sending me away?" Brittany snapped.
"No, I…uhh…we both decided on this…"
"Who?" Brittany said, her raging demeanour had been surfacing for too long.
"Your father and I, we did. We decided that you'd be good to move next week, or…this week, to give more time to spend with your dad and to…adjust before fall comes in." Anne replied, not venturing to add more fuel to the fire. "He wants to spend time with you."
Brittany sighed, knowing that as much as she wanted to spend time with her mother, she had to spend time with her father, too.
"Fine…it's not like, you know, because you were moving with Chad…" Brittany said. "I just want to know it wasn't because of him Chad."
"No, of course it's not about Chad."
"Oh, okay," Brittany pushed her plate and stood up. "I'm done eating, mom. I'm gonna go upstairs."
"Okay," Anne Pierce stared at her daughter walk up the stairs.
"She's kind of…rebellious, for once," Chad said as Anne turned back to her dinner.
"I know, Chad, but it's not like I wanted it. It's just that, I'm not that comfortable having her around, now that we're going to be wed. I know you can't like her."
"It's just that, I want us to be together, alone. She can have her father, for sakes."
"But, Chad, she's my daughter too."
"I know, but don't you think Robbie has had a lot to catch up to her daughter too?"
"You're right, Chad. It's going to work, you think?"
"Of course, it would. It would work," Chad cradled Anne in his arms. Both adult don't know that a teenage blonde was on the head of the stairs, listening to their whole conversation.
Brittany slowly got up and wiped the silent tears that she had shed.
She felt rejected. And it hurts, especially when it came from her own mother. Well, Anne did not actually say it, but her mom marrying Chad just made her feel so out of the picture.
She rummaged into her wardrobe and took out her clothes. She packed them neatly in a traveling bag and some in a duffel bag. She finished packing up in about ten in the evening, and barely active, she flopped down to the bed. After second thoughts, she called her boyfriend.
"Hi, Sam, meet me at the park? Tonight?" she said.
"Yeah sure…gonna be there in ten minutes," Sam answered and then shouted something inaudible to someone else.
"Okay," she closed her phone and went downstairs, only to find Anne and Chad having coffee by the fire.
"Mom, I need to go out. Sam's with me," Brittany said.
"Okay, just get home early," Anne replied.
Ten minutes later, Sam and Brittany were already on the park bench, talking. The Ohio moon was shining intently on Sam's hair, making him more handsome than ever.
"So you're leaving? For Southern California? Just like that?" Sam said in a hurtful voice.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was so sudden, and…Sam, I'm breaking up with you."
"Why, Brittany?"
"I don't think we could work out a long-distance relationship. See, I'm like…what, three thousand miles away from you and, I don't know Sam…I can't handle that kind of relationship. Relationships like that don't work right."
"Brittany…"
"Sam, please, I've made up my mind," Brittany waved her hand indifferently.
"Why?" Sam said hurtfully.
"It's not you, Sam…it's me. I'm sorry. I have to go now. I promised mom that I'd be home early."
Sam could only hang his head.
"I'm sorry, Sam…" she put a kiss on Sam's cheek as she left, without turning back.
Brittany flopped down on her bed, not aware of the time and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.
The morning sun kissed her cheek as Brittany opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling and felt for her cellular phone. She checked her messages. There were 44 messages, 2 from Quinn, 1 from Kurt and the rest were from Sam.
He's asking her to get back together.
Brittany got up on her bed and deleted the text messages. She also deleted Sam's number. It's time for a change. She had to leave all those memories she had.
She met up with Quinn later that day and as they were sitting on the Breadstix corner, Kurt and Blaine came in.
"Hey, I heard you broke up with Sam, why?" Kurt took a seat beside Brittany.
"I'm breaking up with him because…" Brittany took in a deep breath, in hopes that she might get some strength. She threw a look at Quinn, who was impatiently sat, waiting on her, mouthing a muffled 'what'.
"Because…I'm moving to Southern California. In Santa Barbara, my dad works there."
"So you're leaving Ohio?" Blaine said.
"Yeah," Brittany nodded. "I kinda feel bad about it though."
"I don't want you to leave, baby girl," Quinn muttered, wiping a tear from her eyes.
"Really sorry there, Quinny. I just…you know guys, my mom is getting remarried, so I don't want to stand in the way. Besides, Robbie has no one to look after him and you know how dads could get messy sometimes," Brittany shot Blaine a knowing look.
"I see…we will certainly miss you, Brittany."
"So, guys, I just want a real big favour from you, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. so…I kind of want you to be there…when we say goodbye."
"We'll try to make it," the friends chorused together.
"Please do," Brittany begged.
"Yeah, we will. Oh, what time is it Quinn?"
"Four fifty-two."
"Oh, girls, sorry to ditch you, but we have a shift tonight at Joe's Pizza."
"No, it's really okay…" Brittany started to get up, too. "Quinn and I are just going for a walk…"
Both girls walked around the park in silence, just holding to each other's hands. They had been friends since kindergarten and they don't know how they would get over the idea that Brittany had to move out.
"Hey, Britt…I'm going to miss you."
"Me too, Quinn…" Brittany smiled softly. So far, after having so many fake friends, around, Quinn was less faker than the others.
"Will you call?" Quinn asked.
"Of course, I will." They were already walking toward Brittany's house.
"I love you, Britts."
"I love you too, Fabgay." She hugged the emerald-eyed girl before going inside their house.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" Quinn yelled.
"I'll see you too, tomorrow Quinn. For the last time, in a long time."
