While I was writing this, I couldn't recall the name for the people who give out the peanuts and stuff. So I asked my mom and instead if saying "what do they call the people who give out the peanuts?" I said..."Who do they call the people who give out penis's"...*face palm*...

Enjoy OvO

The eight and a half hour plane ride from Massachusetts to Washington was an...Interesting ride. There was a mother and her daughter arguing about something I can't recall, an obnoxiously loud man who was arguing with whom I'm assuming was either a business partner or his wife, and a flirtatious flight attendant who wouldn't stop handing free peanuts to said loud man behind my mother and I.

Needless to say, I hope, for the next time should my mom and I ever need to travel again, we have enough money to get something other then coach. My mother didn't have to endure any of that because she was sleeping on my shoulder (she drooled a bit), and I wasn't blessed with the wonderful ability to fall asleep at will.

It was a process.

Point is, I'm going through major jet lag and the plane just landed.

"I had a wonderful sleep, what about you Andrea?" My mother asked cheerfully, stretching her arms over her head with a smile on her red painted lips.

"Just wonderful." I said sardonically.

"wonderful." Really mom, really? I rolled my eyes and we gathered our belongings. When we got off the plane, I thought we'd be heading off and wait for a dropped off car.

My mother had different plans.

"Andy, Miija, where are you going? An old friend of mine is picking us up."

An old friend? I voiced my thought. My mother nodded happily and I saw a spark in her eyes I haven't seen in a while.

"Do I by any chance know this friend?" I asked my mother.

"Nope." She said nonchalantly, and looked for...who knows. I stared at my mom in confusion, and sighed. My mom was a weird and wonderful person with the heart of a...something good and sad. Good because she was a kindhearted person with a...unique...personality, but a shitty past.

Bless my mother.

during our ten-to-twenty minute wait for our mysterious friend, I started thinking about the events that happened just previously.

I thought about how I witnessed my mother and (sorry and sad excuse for a) father's divorce papers being signed, about my mothers first break-down in fifteen years, our little releasing ritual with my hippy Aunt Moonbeam , and the fact that it all happened in a span of a whole 24 hours. I would've brood a bit more but it seems our mysterious friend had arrived.

He was a tall white dude, to me at least (being as I'm 5'4), with a (seriously cool) mustache and curly brown hair. He has an average built and was wearing plain jeans, sneakers, and T-shirt.

It's a good thing I wasn't wearing a dress or else I'd stick out like a soar thumb. Not to mention my legs would probably freeze to the point of leg-icicles (see what I did there? no? okay.).

Today I decided to wear a navy blue and white baseball tee, skinny jeans, ankle sneakers, and a parka. My mom was a little upset with the outfit choice (she really wants me to be girly, but define girly.), but we had compromised and she says that she would pick out my first day of school outfit. To which I screamed and rolled on the floor and during that tantrum, my mom nonchalantly stepped over me and went into her room.

I can't wait.

"Hey stranger." Said Charlie, walking towards my Mom and I. My mothers smile seem to get bigger, and she launched herself towards him, catching him in a surprise hug. He awkwardly hugged back, and my mom took a step back, and I stared in wonder at the stranger hugging the alien with the skin of my mom.

"It's been a long time my friend." She smiled, and she looked back at me, as if remembering that she had a daughter. Vieja.

"Oh, Charlie, this is my daughter Andrea." she smiled

"I go by Andy, nice to meet you." I said offering my hand. He shook it, firm grip, strong dude. I approve.

"Nice to meet you, your mom tells me a lot about you." He says with a small smile.

"I'm hoping good things." I smirk.

He nods and I look to my mom, who winks at me.

After brief introductions, Charlie takes us to his car.

"Great. twenty minutes in and I'm already getting escorted by the police, I haven't even started yet." I grin. Charlie glances, and then shakes his head in what I hope is amusement.

Mom just hits me in the back of the head and rolls her eyes.

The ride from here to wherever we're going was a short ten minute ride. I learned we were only a five minute walk away from Charlie's and and only a short walk from here to the police station. Mom chose this location for a reason; while she wanted the seclusion she wasn't taking any chances with our safety.

The house was a two story bricked house with a porch. It had what a yard that expanded till it reached the border of the bushes (another word my mother and I use for the forest/woods.) When we entered the house, there were boxes upon boxes of the stuff that was in our old home, and I knew that It was dad who sent it.

"I took the liberty of unloading the boxes from the truck. um, just in case you didn't want to pay for some help. " Charlie says placing his hands in his pockets and awkwardly standing in front of the door.

"Thank you Charlie." My mom said, and I nodded my head in appreciation.

"well, I'm only five minutes away if y'all need anything."

"Have a good night Chief." My mother said.

"You too." and he left.

When he was gone, I looked to my mom who had a small little smirk on her face, and I looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"Chief?" I asked. "I didn't know you two were on nickname terms."

"I've known him for a long time, Andy. Way before you were born. We're close friends."

"Sure." I said incredulously. "Well, I'm going to go check out upstairs, I'll be back in a bit to help."

Friends, sure.

I reached up stairs and I was met with four doors and a dancing space, (I'm not a dancer, but sometimes I do...stuff...), I opened the door to my left and I was met with an empty room, brick on one wall, and then plaster on the other. I walked in and I heard the floor slightly creak. I looked down and I saw a loose board, I looked up, and the ceiling was slightly chipped, imperfections were everywhere in the room.

It was perfect.

"Mom!" I called. "This room, is forever my to room!"

"Okay!" she called back. "Mine is the one with the built in closet!"

"Okay!" I yelled.

Now to check out the rest of this place.

I know this chapter was a bit boring, sorry, I just really wanted to update and get the whole moving from one place to another scene out of the way. The next chapter will be more interesting, I guarantee it.