So there we were riding in a cab to my grandparents house. I'd never been there, and I didn't see my grandparents very often, so I was kind of excited. My mom's eyes got wide when we passed this place called Cameron's Auto Shop. I don't know why. Maybe she knew Cameron? I'd never heard of him. We passed a couple more of his shops on the way to Spike and Snake's.
After a while, we pulled up to a blue house with a red door (A/N I don't know what Emma's house looks like). There was a mailbox that said Nelson/Simpson, so I assumed that this was my mom's old house. When we pulled into the driveway, my mom paid the taxi driver, and we were greeted by Spike, Snake, and Jack. Spike is my grandma, her real name is Christine, but we call her Spike, I don't know why. Snake is my mom's step dad, but I call him my grandpa. I've never met my real grandpa, mom says he's in a mental hospital. My family's so screwed up. Jack is my uncle, but I don't call him Uncle Jack because he's only 2 years older than I am.
Everyone said the usual hi, how are you, you've grown so much, blah, blah, blah. Then we went into the house. It was small, smaller than our condo, but it had a neat, homely sense, it was nice.
"So what grade are you two in now?" Spike asked us, trying to make small talk.
"Ninth," Josie answered, sipping the iced tea, Spike gave her.
"Wow," Spike answered. It was always like this. We'd never had a normal relationship with our grandparents. We rarely saw each other or talked on the phone. Spike always tried to make conversation with us though. "Won't you have any tea, jade?" Spike asked. Sometimes I wondered if she remembered my name.
"No thanks," I replied. I always had to make sure to be polite around my grandparents. My mom made me. I think she was afraid that they'd think Josie and I were some big mistake, or something. "I don't like tea. Do you have any Gatorade, though?" I added.
Spike went to the fridge and got a Gatorade for me. "Thank you," I said, and I took the bottle, and began drinking it. Mom and Spike got into a conversation about SITE, then I heard my name.
"So will you and the girls be staying here?" Spike asked, she sounded rather hopeful. I think my mom noticed this, too because she I heard a bit of guilt in her voice.
"No, we got a room at the Radisson," my mom answered.
"Oh," Spike replied, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. Then we heard a knock on the door. Snake answered the door. There was a boy that looked about my mom's age standing there. I heard a gasp from my mom, and she looked like she was about to faint.
"What's he doing here?" mom hissed through her teeth.
"He's here to fix the car," Spike answered, she looked rather worried. "He owns a string of auto shops. Maybe you saw them? Cameron's Auto Shop?" All three of us nodded, and that Cameron dude stepped into the living room.
"Emma?" he asked, surprised. How did this guy know my mom?
"Sean," my mom replied coldly. My mom must not like him. I don't know why. She never mentioned a Sean Cameron to us. Wait, yes she did, she said he was the guy that broke her and her first love up. No wonder she didn't like him. He is kind of cute though. I remember finding a picture of him in mom's night stand once when I was looking for some candy that my mom hid.
"I can't believe you're here!" Sean exclaimed. He seems much more excited to see my mom, than my mom does to see him.
"Neither can I," my mom replied dryly. Then there was silence. I hate silence, especially tense silence, and you could cut the tension in here with a knife. Then Sean spoke again.
"So who are these two lovely young ladies?" he asked. Josie blushed, slightly. She always blushes whenever any remotely cute guy pays attention to her. Just then I noticed my mom's face looked suddenly tense and nervous. It paled and she began to stuttered.
"W-well, y-you s-see, this, um, is, uh Jaden—," she started.
"Jade," I interrupted, annoyed.
"R-right," my mom said. "And this is uh, is um, Jocelyn, but we call her Josie, and they're my daughters." My mom said that last part really fast, and no one could understand her.
"What?" Sean asked. He had this confused look on his face.
"Th-th-they're m-my d-d-dmalfansers," my mom mumbled. Why did she not want to say that we're her daughters?
"What!" Sean asked, he was clearly annoyed.
"Daughters!" my mom shouted. "They're my daughters! Okay?"
Sean suddenly looked rather sad. "Oh, so you're m-married?" he asked in a small voice.
"No," my mom answered.
Suddenly Sean started laughing. What an ass. "Whoa, I would've never thought that Green Peace, out of all people would have a child out of wedlock!" he laughed.
"Green Peace?" Josie asked.
"So who's the father?" Sean asked once he stopped laughing. This question brought attention to everyone in the room. Snake fell down the remaining steps on which he was standing. Josie put her tea down and looked at mom. Jack dropped his game boy. Spike dropped the plate she was holding, causing it to shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces, but instead of picking it up, she focused all her attention to my mom. My mom's face drained of all the blood. I was already watching this conversation, so I did nothing but straighten up. Sean noticed all this, and he suddenly looked very confused.
"So who's the father?" Sean repeated.
"You are," my mom said quietly. Was I thinking my dad was cute?