Here's the start of my new story. I really hope you like it. I promise to finish it! :) review please!
On my way back home to my father's new beach house in Miami, I can't help but feel nervous. I just completed my junior year of college in New York, and now I'm going home to my 'new' family. My father re-married a couple months ago and his wife has a daughter my age. I guess she goes to some school in California and is staying with us for the summer also. Therefore my father and step mother decided to rent this giant beach house for us all to stay in.
I don't know why we couldn't all just stay at my father's house, since we have always lived in Miami anyway but apparently this will be a good way for us all to get to know each other, which is going to be so awkward. I mean, I'm meeting them for the first time and they are already a part of my family. But I'm not mad at my father over this, I know he's happy and that makes me happy.
When my plane finally lands and we all make our way out, I scan the busy airport for my father. After what seems like forever, I finally spot him standing beside a beautiful blonde woman. Well played dad, well played.
He waves frantically at me, so I run over, dropping my bags and embrace him in a tight hug. I haven't been home since Christmas and I only had coffee with him. On spring break I went to Maine with some friends, so it has been quite a while since I've seen him.
"Hello sweetie!"
"Hi dad, I've missed you." I mumble into his shoulder.
"I've missed you too!" he says as he lets go.
He turns to Renee, and she's smiling wide at me. Wow, she has perfect white teeth. "Hello Ally, it's so great to finally meet you." She says and pulls me in for a hug.
I found it a tad bit awkward but it's not like I was going to push her away, "You too." I say lowly and hug her back quickly.
"I can't wait until you see the house. It's beautiful!" My father exclaims.
"Oh yes, it's huge!" Renee blurts out.
"I can't wait."
()()()()()()
The house was beautiful and right on the beach. It had so many rooms with a lot of windows. It was like something you see only on television. I don't know how my father could ever afford it so I'm going to assume that Renee is renting it. She dresses like she's a movie star and she must definitely pay a lot for her hair and nails.
After a small tour, I picked one of the rooms upstairs and put my bags on the bed. I walk over to the sliding glass door and walk out onto my own personal deck with the view of the water. Now I could get used to this.
I walk back downstairs and join my father and Renee in the kitchen. There's a bar right in the middle that my father is sitting at and Renee has an apron on and is cutting up different types of fruit. My father pats the seat beside him and I take it.
"So they should be getting here any time." Renee announces.
I look at them confused, "They?"
My father nods, "Yes Bailey and her boyfriend."
"They met at college and have been going out for the past six months and she asked if he could stay with us this summer and I thought I would be a splendid idea!" Renee says happily.
"Oh that's cool." I say. I really hope this Bailey girl is cool. It would suck not getting along with her all summer. But she will probably just be busy with her boyfriend. I guess that will be good for me then.
After talking a bit with them and eating delicious fruit, we hear a car pull in. Renee practically runs to the front of the house leaving my father and me alone. "Have you met her?" I ask him.
"Yes a few times. I think you'll like her." He says.
"Lester, can you come help with bags?" Renee yells from outside.
I follow him outside to the car. They are all in front of the trunk with their backs to us. All I can see is a lot of blonde. Bailey's hair is to her lower back and as blonde as her mothers, and then I see her boyfriends hair. It's shaggy and blonde, past his ears. God, I know I've seen that hair before. I couldn't ever forget that hair. But it can't be… Please don't let it be. And then he turns around, and our eyes lock and both widen at the same time.
"Um I have to go inside to look for a thing I forgot." I say and then trip over one of the decorative rocks in the front yard and fall on my hands and knees.
"Are you okay?" My father asks, rushing to my side.
I stand up and brush my hands together, "Fine." I mumble and run as fast as I can into the house.
I dart up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I pace back and forth and shove a big piece of hair into my mouth and start chewing on it, a nervous habit I haven't done since senior year in high school. Maybe that's because I haven't seen this boy since I was a senior. I haven't seen him since we broke up the summer after we graduated because I was going to New York and he was going to California; the day my heart shattered in to a million pieces and stayed that way.
This can't be happening. He can't be Bailey's boyfriend. He can't be staying here all summer. I can't be staying here all summer too. I can't be near him.
"Bailey?" A voice from outside my door appears.
"What are you doing? Are you okay? You are being sort of rude…" my father says.
"I'm sorry, I'll be right down." I tell him.
I stop in front of the mirror that's hanging behind my door and look myself over. I haven't changed much since high school. I'm still short and tiny, but I guess my face has aged a bit. My hair is long and curled like always. And not much has changed about Austin either, except maybe he's worked out a bit more. God this is awful.
I take a deep breath and open the door. I walk slowly down the stairs. I can hear everyone talking from the kitchen. I take another breath and walk in. Austin and Bailey both look up at me, and my father is also eyeing my suspiciously. Renee is clueless in front of the stove.
"Hi!" Bailey says and runs over to me, giving me a big hug. God, she's skinny and tall and beautiful; complete opposite of me.
"Hi…" I barely get out.
"This is my boyfriend Austin." She says, walking back to him and putting her hand on his shoulder. Just the sight of her touching him makes my stomach turn upside down.
Austin just stares at me. Like literally, just sits there and stares at me, "Um Austin?" She says, nudging him.
He looks up at her and then at me, "Hi Alls." He says. I can't stop the horrible pain in my gut when he says that. He called me Als, the nick name he called me all through high school. The nick name I haven't allowed anyone to know about since.
"Austin…" Lester says, and that's when he realizes who he is… and we all stay silent.