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"Hey your slimy mitts off of my damn cheetos!" Arizona said jumping out of the position she was resting in with her head in Amethyst's lap and her feet resting on my lap. She had slapped my hand away and was looking at me with one of those classic looks that just screamed Ari, her left eye was even twitching. I burst out laughing throwing a pillow at her face, making her burst out in giggles too. One of the things I loved most about our whole group was that we could literally be screaming or having arguing about something and then the next second we are telling each other we love each other as we give hugs and do other sorts of lovey dovey things that best friends do. It was just the way we were.
"You know things are always better when you share!" I said jumping on top of her reaching around her to get the bag of cheetos from her. Effa suddenly appeared taking the bag from behind Ari and dropping a few into her mouth. She then stuck her bright red cheeto covered tongue at Ari and tried to run away, of course Ari was lucky in the fact that she was the most athletic. Her long limbs and the fact that see was captain of two sports and co captain of another made it so within seconds she had almost tackled Effa to the ground and was grabbing the bag of chips from her. All of us were laughing at the situation while sitting in our pajamas watching Ever After while eating loads of candy. I looked looking at the different styles of clothing we chose, it gave a way some about each of our personalities. Effa was wearing a bright green sweater with pink shorts and purple slippers that in no way matched her red blanket. Am was wearing gray sweat pants with a blue long sleeved shirt that said s'il vous plait in pink with matching sweat pants showing how organized she was with just about everything. Ari was in bright red shorts and a men's jacket with a big camera on the fabric showing her funkiness and her love of taking pictures. I on the other hand, was in a loose cardigan with dark sweats and a pair of ugg boots. I don't exactly know what it said about me but I felt like it was me in a way.
When all the laughter died down we all sat back on the couch snuggling in various forms crying our eyes out to our favorite chick flicks.
"Olive" Am said in the middle of the movie. Me and Effa were sitting next to each other our faces close and our blankets up to our chins, we were wiping each other tears away silently when she interrupted. "Were you serious about us moving to LA?" she asked looking down at her hands which were fiddling around her lap. Am was often quiet and kept her emotions and thoughts bottled up until any of the other three could rise up the topic she had been waiting for. So I knew it was something that was defiantly plaguing her mind if she was willing to bring the conversation up before Ari or Effa. I looked over at Effa whose deep hazel eyes were plaguing mine as if she wanted to know the answer to.
"Umm, I don't really know. I mean of course in theory it sounds like an awesome idea, but I cant just pick up and leave no matter how much I really want to" I said finally. I really did want to leave though. Start a life in a new place where I could be better than anyone I needed to be I could get out from under my sisters shadow. But as tempting as that was I was worried. I still had a life here. That I loved. I knew had planned an escape for years but I never really considered acting upon it. "What do you guys think?"
"I think we go for it" Effa said first before the other two could say anything "my family has been wanting to move out west for a while so this is a perfect excuse" It was true. At the same time Arizona said "My mom would be fine with it. I would just have to get my stuff in order". I knew their parents would be alright with it. Arizona's mother was 35, and had divorced Ari's real father before she was born and had been in the dating game for years. She was the cool mother in the group, constantly letting us have sips of her wine and giving us fashion advice, she would probably let us so anything we really wanted. And Jakub and Ewa were also pretty relaxed. Jakub was like my own father, only he cracked more jokes and loved being a giant goofball who could barley speak fluent English. He often called us names that he thought were compliments and confused his joked making him even more hilarious. Ewa was more refined and had taken to the language quickly, just like her daughter she had a weird fashion sense but often looked perfect. She was a mother to all of us bring traditional Polish soup when we were sick, and serving us Polish food every Monday for dinner. They were a little loose compared to most parents but I had heard them discussing that they often wanted to move out to the great "Wooded Holly" as I once heard Jakub refer to it.
"Ya but your parents aren't the problem. You know my mom and dad are gonna throw a fit, and who knows how Olive's family will react" Am said with a shrug she was right. Am came from a different sort of family. Her mother was older than her father by six years. Bryan had gotten the twenty three year old pregnant when he was just sixteen. Luckily they both love each other, and twenty years later were still in love. Tiffany was a little more uptight, and one of those country club women. She liked her family in perfect order just liked she liked everything else. And I doubted her mother would let that perfect be changed by her daughters pipe dream of being a model.
"Well, if Effa's parents are with us they wont a reason to say no. We will be supervised the entire time, and if school ends for us all in just a month, they won't really have a choice" Arizona reasoned, her red highlighted bangs falling into her face. "Maybe we just have to wait it out" she said with a soft tone that he didn't often use. She was trying to be realistic.
"I don't want to wait another few months to start my Life!" Amethyst said pounding her fist against the couch. She was behaving so out of character and I knew it was her desire to start something. Although she was just like her mother with the planning and elegance, she wasn't comfortable following in her mother's footsteps straight into the country club. "You guys know I love my family, but if I stay here any longer I wont ever leave"
"Maybe we finish school early?" Effa said sounding unsure of what she said. You would think that thirteen plus years of living in an English speaking nation she would have gotten over her confusion and missteps. But her parents were big talkers, and often only spoke to each other in Polish, it was ahrd to switch form Home Effa, to American Effa. "Like talk to Principal Monroe about taking finals a year early?"
"Guys…" I took a long pause "I think plan get to Hollywood is a go!" I put my hands into the middle of our group and they all quickly followed suit. "First off, Monday morning all four of us need to meet in front of the school at o seven hundred, we need to have talk to Mr. Monroe and see what we can do. Also, we need to un the idea by our parents to make sure they back us up. Are you with me?"
"Wait, when is oh seven hundred hours?" Arizona asked.
"Oh thanks good, I thought I was the only one" Effa said out loud.
We all giggled loudly trying our best not to wake up Rosie, Amethyst's fifteen year old little sister and spent the rest of the night using google to look for great apartments to rent near some of the big action in Hollywood. One day you were gonna see our names in lights and I promised it would be all four of us.
"What are we having for dinner mom?" I heard India ask as she stepped into the kitchen with my mother. It was Saturday which meant she drove the treacherous ten minute drive from her dorm room to our house for our weekly family Dinner. Although sometimes I really enjoyed having my sister back I really couldn't handle her perfection while I tried to butter up my parents to drop the Hollywood bomb.
"I made your fathers favorite, Crab soup with a side of rare beef" I heard my mother petite voice say of the sizzle of the inside grill she had installed just the other day. My mother was the offspring of a love stuck photo journalist who while capturing shots of the wonders of India, fell in love with the poor tour guide. As a result she spent the next year there getting herself pregnant and having the child of said poor boy. My grandmother always said that just a month after my mother was born, she left the country and returned home to raise her child. Occasionally my real grandfather would show up to visit his daughter but that was only once every few years. She sported a soft Indian accent that can only be attributed to her genetics because she was much to young to learn any Hindi language. I saw her tiny little body walk around the kitchen and stir the soup before returning to the grill.
"That sounds so good" India said with a smile. I always thought it was funny that non of my mothers children looked like her. Dane had the blonde hair and blue eyes from my fathers side and the bone structure was almost uncanny between the too. India, also looked a lot like my father, with dark hair and eyes, and the all American good looks that my father owned. I on the other hand looked more like I could be Latin than Indian. I had slightly darker skin and my mother hair, but still the American looks that came from a long line of sexy Italians. But I guess it was karma for getting my father to change his last name from Reed, to Khata (which was a Tibetan ceremonial scarf). "Olive, dear fetch me the merlot will you?"
Twenty one made her a snob about her wines.
"Mom can I have a glass of wine with my dinner?" I asked popping the cork because I knew it was India's favorite part. "before you say no, the dinking age in India is eighteen which I am, and in italy they don't have a drinking age. So both of my rich cultures are telling me its alright to have a glass. Why would you want to go against thousands of years of some of the most amazing cultures in the world?" I asked making my claims. I didn't know if I would get away with it but I hoped so.
"Honey, we are in America not India or Italy" she rolled her dark brown eyes and continued her work on the food. This was considered a low key night for our meals. Both of my parents grew up in pretty wealthy life styles, but neither of them ever ate the fancy food you find is restaurants at home. And because they didn't have that sort of class when they were younger, they felt they needed to have it now. That was why my mom went to culinary school but worked only four hours a day in high end restaurant. And that wasn't for the money, but to teach us kids good work ethics. "Now pour four father a glass of whiskey" what was i? the bartender?
"Hey Honey" My father walked in carrying his briefcase and kissed my mother on the cheek "Crab soup yumm!" My father was a dapper man, and by the most attractive forty five year old. He had dark brown hair that was often pushed back and he always wore suits or buttons downs. He was the talk of the town and every female he ever worked with, was shamelessly in love with him. I guess it came with the territory of being rich and handsome. "Olive baby how the Charleston's?" he asked with a kiss on my forehead. "Bryan said you and Arizona are two the funniest girl he had ever meet" Bryan was Amethyst's father and my dad's best friend in the entire world.
"it was fine" I said softly handing him his drink. I was shaking with nerves.
"Daddy!" Dane said running in a pair of dark wash jeans and a crisp white button down. He was a kid, his shirts should have Diego on them not little alligator symbolizing what designer wearing. "Guess what I did today?" my little brother really was pretty adorable, I could understand why everyone adored him, but it still didn't make it right.
"What did you do bud" my dad swooped him up into a giant hug and then placed him at his seat at the table right between my two parents. My mom finished setting the table with a salad and a quick fun of her fingers over the smooth tablecloth. My father sat down without a word and took a sip of his drink.
"I painted a pretty picture" Dane giggled and then clapped his hands together. Sometimes he acted younger than he was for attention. But didn't we all? The boring chit chat went on from there. India filled my parents in about a boy she was possibly going to start dating, while Dane informed everyone about the wonders of being a five year old and being allowed to get messy. Then dad talked about business and how he was excited to have the next few days off. Then I think mom talked about redoing the basement again, this time she was going for homey cabin sort of big love feel. I prayed to god that he wouldn't make me have this conversation right now, but I didn't think I was that lucky.
"Oliva" my dad said my name in Italian, sometimes it sounded prettier that way. "any plans for Sunday?" he asked softly taking the last bite of his soup. At least he cared to ask while my mother wiped Dane's chine free of any goop.
"Can I move to California?" I blurt out. My dad just stared at me blankly, my mother who had taken a sip of her wine was nearly choking, and I think my sister almost blacked out.
"What!" my mother finally said after a moment of silence. Her beautiful features were distorted into a cruel looking frown. This wasn't going well. I guess my parents always pictured their family all staying here forever. They had always wanted a huge family because my mother was an only child and my father only had one brother. Having India was a blessing. My mother had been told it would be difficult for her to have children and it was. Then they had me, a miracle. They tried for years afterwards and finally had to give up on it until my mother found out about getting fertilized. They got the procedure, and my mother had seven eggs fertilized just in case. The doctor told them to expect twins, possibly triplets, but they only got one. It was devastating to my mother but as shown my Dane's perfection he made the best of it.
"Darling, are you serious? What about law school? Remember your sister was going to accounting school to be the CFO, you would be the lawyer, and your brother would be the CEO" My father said talking about his plan to keep the business in the family. Notice how I was just a lawyer, no fancy title for that. I didn't want to be a lawyer, but we opened the damn company he could just make me the CEO if he wanted.
"Dad, before I ever want to start a business career I want to pursue other things. I want to be a singer"
"Since when have you wanted to be a musician?" my mother asked appalled. My sister was sitting calmly her hands on her lap, she was thinking hard and she had look of near serenity as she thought. It threw me off causing me to pause and falter. She looked at me and mouthed sorry as if a simple sorry made it all alright.
"I have been trying to get you to listen to my music for years! Every time India had some award show or Dane walked for the fifth time that day. YOU never pay any attention to me because I'm not the perfect child! I understand that I will never be good enough to you. But maybe to the world I can be" I was standing now and Dane was staring to cry because I was yelling angrily. "I don't care what you say because you stopped being my parents the day Dane was born. You can't stop me from leaving. So guess what I'm moving to California NEXT WEEK. Don't bother calling" with that I walked out of the door and towards whoever's house would shoe up first.
"Hello Olive" Jakub said with a large smile as he opened the door. His thick accent made it seem like he was saying elo ove, but I knew what he meant none the less. Jakub was a tall semi muscular man with scruffy facial hair and bright brown eyes that saw deep into your soul. "vat brung you into mes neighbor?" he said with a hearty laugh. I knew he meant, what brings you into my neighborhood, but I wouldn't correct the man.
"Fight with my parents" I said with a sigh.
"So sorry. Come in!" he said opening the door wide so that I could see the inside of their house. It was decorated pretty simply despite their wealth, there was lots of things that they had in Poland that had survived everything for hundred years of life to the holocaust. Their house was full of color tho. None of it really matched but at the same time it still looked wonderful. I saw Ewa standing by the back door drinking what I assumed was Kompot, a tradition none alcoholic fruit drink from Poland, out of a large wine glass. All of Effa's five brothers were standing around the coffee table where a game of Monopoly had been set out. All of the boys and Effa were screaming what I knew was polish profanities at each other with large smiles across their faces. I heard Jakub announce me form behind in his native tongue and saw everyone look at me.
"Uh Oh! Parents didn't take it so well?" Effa asked pushing her brothers aside as she walked towards me and gave me a hug. I didn't have to answer for her to know. Her younger brother Gabriel, who was sophomore in high school and had the same dark and sultry features as his mother walked over and joined the hug. He was a huge hugger, and was often seen around school giving friends or just about anyone who he thought needed some love a big hug. He had been too young for his accent to pick up and was left sounding strangely American. Although they had grown up in a culture were affection wasn't always looked highly upon they were a very close bunch giving hugs and having huge celebrations like this all the time. I was jealous of their closeness and often wondered if they had given my parents that culture quirk.
Ewa made eye contact with me and motioned to her drink at which I quickly nodded and she disappeared to go grab me a cup. Ewa was one of those women you grew up wanting to be. Was quite and watched the things around her with a curious eye and often picked up on the little things others didn't seem to notice. She mothered us all from a young age, with her kind words and advice that we couldn't always find in our own parents. I knew I always wanted to be a grown woman like her, and it didn't hurt that she was beautiful beyond belief.
I looked down at my lap and realized I had a message on my phone.
India: Olive, I know I haven't been there for you often or really at all. But I am so proud of you for sticking up to them, I wish that I had the strength that you had.
What does someone say to that especially when you never thought those words would come from your perfect sisters mouth, or phone. I knew she had always wanted to a be a fashion designer as a kid she would draw beautiful clothes, and my parents would sometimes tell her they were amazing but then would tell her all the great things about Harvard and accounting. She never got the chance to tell them what she wanted. I may have never been close wit my sister, but this message showed me we were on our way. I figured one day when I was attending the Grammy's she could design my dress. She would love that.
"Whats wrong Oliv?" Izaak, the oldest dudek, asked with a smile. Izaak was twenty three and had just got done with college last year. Now he was figuring out what to do by living in this crappy little apartment and spending all his time with his family. After he had been born came the twins Connor and Mathew came, and they were topped off and twenty one and three hours, and twenty one and three and a half hours. Then was Damian the nineteen year old blonde ball of sexy Damian who graduated the year before me. And then Effa, and lastly Gabriel.
As I was about to talk it hit. That sudden burst of inspiration that you always got when a song was working its way through your brain, I took a deep breath realizing exactly what I needed right now. "Hey Connor can I borrow your guitar?" I asked of the boy who was playing his game his shaggy hair pushed up a little like always, it was the only way I knew how to tell the two apart. When he nodded I grabbed his guitar leaning against the wall and started strumming real quick. Effa, know exactly what I was doing, handed me a note book and a pen. After playing a few notes I knew what I wanted and started to write down the lyrics that came. Some people watched me for a minute but the others continued their crazy game till I was finished.
Then I started to sing. "o sick of hearing your words
All I can hear you say
Is how you want me to live
My life a different way.
I'm gonna pack all my things,
I'm gonna do it just watch me.(watch me)
I'm like a rat in a cage
I'm about to lose it all
and I ain't gonna give up Until I'm standing tall
I'm gonna throw it on the edge
Just get it over with
Watch me, (watch me)
'Cause life is way too short
And I cant wait no more
Here I go
I'm gone, I'm going
I'm so over you, and I dont care
and I wont go back
Cause I know if I do, I wont make it
Forgive me, I cant take it anymore
So sick of falling apart and crawling back again
So sick of playing the games that I can never win
I really had it, just so so sick of it
Watch me, (just watch me)
Cause life is way too short
and I cant wait anymore
Here I go
I'm gone, I'm going
I'm so over you, and I dont care
and I wont go back
cuz I know if I do, I won't make it
Forgive me, I can't take it anymore
I wont look back
I wont look back no more
So here I go,
I'm gone, I'm going
I'm so over you, and I dont care
And I won't go back
'Cause I know if I do, I wont make it
Forgive me, I cant take it anymore" the song was perfect. It captured all of my emotions all into one little song. It was like a slap in the face ot my parents, but also helped me break free of them. I knew I had written some good songs in my time, songs that I wish were playing on the radio now. But I knew that one day this would be my ticket. This would make me famous. I would have to play this song when I was auditioning for a company because it was full with enough emotion that it would capture their hearts. This was it for me. I looked up and saw the quite and calm applause that had erupted from the family surrounding me.
"Whoever says you wont be famous hasn't heard that" Ewa said with a kiss atop my forehead.
"I cannot believe I am standing here right now" Arizona said with a large smile spreading across her face. She was wearing a soft black shrug over a shredded bright pink tank top. She had black and white tweed shorts on her legs and a pair of adorable pink vans that matched her top. She had a pair of dark sunglasses in her hair a set of black suitcases were being put onto a trolley by a man in a uniform.
"I didn't know you cared so much for the Boston Logan Airport" I said with a giggle as my own cases were piled on to be place in their first class spot. We had made it here finishing school three week early, and now one week form the events of last Saturday I was standing in the airport with all my things either on their way to our apartment complex or in designer suitcases traveling with us on the plane. In just a few short hours we would be arriving in LA where the rest of our lives would be starting with just one simple plane ride.
"Please you know what I mean" she gently shoved my shoulder.
"I'm SO excited!" Effa said walking towards us a hot dog in hand, she had developed a love for cheep American food and often bought form the vendors outside places like this. She was wearing pot pink jeans, a blue button down shirt, and a pair of dark combat boots that tied up past her ankles. She had a large gold ring on her finger, a pair of dark ray bans tucked into her cleavage she looked effortless as always.
Disclaimer: I don't own big time rush or the song I'm Gone, I'm Going
I would like to apologize for any mistakes in grammar or spelling (I hate rereading my work).