In The Dust
A/N: Whoa. I wrote this about two and a half months ago and never got around to posting it. So here goes!
Chapter 4: Breaking The News To The 'Rents
It was hours later, and I was laying on my bed. I don't really think I knew what I was doing, I was just there, being a blob. I guess I was thinking absentmindedly. Thinking about how much I'm going to miss Hillridge, even if we ARE only 50 miles away from Hollywood. It's not like we lived in New York or something, because then it would be 3,000 miles away, and THAT would suck. Plus, I would have to fly all by myself. My parents wouldn't go to Hollywood if we lived in New York. They would stay and enjoy the quiet. Psh. Not like I even talk to them.
I was wandering. My mind was, I mean. I was going from how much I would miss everyone to how I never talk to my parents. It's like, what the hell is going on in my mind? I guess I'm trying not to think about how much I'm going to miss being able to have a private face-to-face talk with Miranda, being able to flirt with Lizzie face-to-face, having privacy and peace. In Hollywood, there were no replacements for my best friends in the world, my bedroom, and the things I love most. Those were irreplaceable if lost, stolen, or if you push them away.
Mainly, the reason I'm afraid to confront Lizzie about my feelings was because she's my best friend in the universe. I can act like a genius, and she'll ask me lots of hard questions for me to give genius answers to. I act like Ethan Craft, resident dumb guy at Hillridge High, and she'll pretend to be a retard with me. But if I'm myself, or if I have a problem, she's always there for me. I don't wanna lose that over some school-boy crush on the pretty, smart girl.
I decided to tell my mom and dad about LA, Taylor Goutrel, and leaving for half a year, at the dinner table. The dinner table is the safest place to break some news, whether it be horrible, stupid, great, or life-changing. This case, it was all of the above, and more.
As I was eating the chicken soup my mom made for dinner tonight, I listened to their conversation. It was about some crazy patient that they have. Dad was saying how he deserves whatever it is he wants because he's gonna turn out to be a psycho killer. Mom said how you shouldn't be a psychiatrist if you make fun of your patients. I felt like saying something, like, "Oooh, you got TOLD!" or something like, "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry..." but I knew they would give me a death stare. It's not like I really cared. It's just that it would lower my chances of them letting me stay in Hillridge.
But, I already told Taylor that I was gonna be there in two weeks. I guess it's all planned. Unless my parents say I can't go...
"Mom? Dad? May I interrupt?" I said, politely. My mom nodded and smiled. She liked the way I handled that, I could tell.
"Of course, David, dear. What would you like to ask us?"
"Uh—um, uh, it's, er.... It's not really important, nevermind," I stammered. Smooth move, Gordon.
"Whatever you have to say must be important enough to break up one of our fights. Usually you encourage them!" Dad was laughing at his own joke. Mom, I guess, found out that he actually thought he was funny, so she started laughing, a little too late. He frowned at her, and she covered her mouth. I coughed to get their attention.
"Well, if you really wanna know... well, you know that talent scout that was at the festival?" I said slowly. They nodded slowly. Ha ha ha. Very funny. NOT.
"Well, uh, heaskedmeifiwantedtogotohollywoodandbeanassistantdirectorforsixmonthsandyouguyswouldcometoo," I said WAY WAY WAY too quickly.
"Slow down, honey! We can't understand you at all!" Mom always seemed worried about me. I don't know why... I'm perfectly fine!
"The talent scout asked if you guys and I would come down to Hollywood for the next 6 months and I would be tried out as an assistant director," I said, much more slowly. They smiled like crazy.
"Of course we would want to come! And how about you, David? Don't you want to be a big assistant director at a movie studio? That would be FANTASTIC!" Dad was going mad. I swear, he was. I needed to stop him before he started hyperventilating or something else crazy.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," I said. They gave me the "I know what you're thinking" look and sighed.
"David, I know you don't wanna leave Lizzie and Miranda behind, but it's for the best. If you really want to be a famous director, you HAVE to go to Hollywood!" Mom was really, really scary. She always reads my mind and stuff. Maybe my parents and Taylor have special powers that make them mind-readers and convincers. Because I fell for it.
E/N: Chapter 5 coming up ASAP!