Pigtails
A/N; Fifteen reviews, yay! Keep making me happy, guys. (: And I'll make you happy with awesome chapters! XD I'll try to make this chappie longer; I've never been good at doing that. xD Enjoyy!
The maniac, also known as Joe Jonas, stopped abruptly in front of my house. I got out without any hesitation and stepped onto the sidewalk. There was a knock on the window and I turned around to see that Miley was waving. I returned the wave, watching the car screech away.
I walked up the steps to the front door and opened it. I heard yelling from upstairs. I looked beside of me and saw a black suitcase, packed, next to the door. I immediately panicked. My mom and dad were yelling upstairs. A suitcase by the door. This can't be good.
I raced upstairs to find my parents in their bedroom.
George Oken, my dad was standing near the bed, silent, watching my mom, Sarah Oken, take some shirts out of a drawer and shove them into a suitcase.
I stood there speechless. Please tell me my mom is just going on a business trip.
"Uh, what's going on?" I wondered aloud.
My mom continued stuffing shirts into the suitcase while my dad looked up in surprise. "Hi, son," he mumbled. "Um, Oliver... your mother is going through a difficult time right now and needs a vacation for a while now and-" he said, interrupted by my mom.
Her head had popped up. "Vacation? Haha, no!" she turned to face me. "Oliver, honey, sit down on the bed."
I did as she said.
"Oliver sweetie, I don't know how to say this, but I must do it. I'm leaving your father." I wasn't expecting this, but I stayed calm. For now anyway. "It's not your fault at all Oliver, we just can't take each other anymore."
I frowned. I had an urge to cry, but that would cause more drama. Instead I stood up and prepared to turn my sadness to anger.
"You have no right to leave us! Yeah, us!" I fumed. "I'm your freakin' kid! We all have duties and responsibilities! You aren't living up to yours by leaving! Mom, you're supposed to take care of me! I need a mom! God!" I ran my hand through my hair in frustraition.
Mom was tearing up. I was ready to yell again. "You know what, mom? I hate you right now! I refuse to go to court for a custody battle or whatever." I looked my mom dead in the eye and walked closer to her. "Do you know how much this is going to affect all of our lives? Do you see what you're doing to us?" My voice cracked and a single tear found its way out and rolled slowly down my cheek.
I turned to walk away. Both of my parents started to say something at the same time. "No! I'm not listening to any of this shit anymore. This is retarded and you both know it!"
With that I ran back down the stairs. I ran down to my room in the basement, closed the door, and locked it. I leaned back and slid against the door, to the floor.
I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I didn't necessarily believe everything that came out of my mouth just then. My parents had been fighting very frequently lately, but I kept denying it to myself, telling myself nothing like this would ever happen. Trying to convince myself that my parents loved each other, and would be together forever.
This all just happened so fast. I mean, I was mad over Lilly and Joe, and then this crap happens? What did I do to freaking deserve this? I had always been a relatively nice and good person; I shouldn't have to go through this.
Now, I'm definitely not going to say that I caused this, because I know for a fact I didn't. I had heard about their arguments. The only time my name was ever mentioned was when they were yelling about supporting me and crap. Most of the arguments were about my dad being a workaholic, my mom failing to complete chores around the house, retarded crap like that.
There was a sudden vibration on my door from where somebody was knocking. Great, parents. I opened the door, and there stood... Miley.
"Come in!" she obeyed and I closed the door.
"I just came to see if you were okay.. are you? And what was going on with your parents? I heard yelling I just let myself in."
"Well, I guess my parents are splitting up."
Miley's face turned sad and sorrow filled. "Oh God... what happened, Ollie?"
I shrugged. "They'd been fighting so much lately.. I kind of expected it in a way. I just blew up at them not even a minute ago. So then I came down here."
Miley surprisingly pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Oliver," she said, sympathetic.
We pulled away, both revealing grim faces.
"Do you want me to stay? Or leave? Doesn't matter, as long as you feel better," she said.
"You can stay if you want. I'd kinda like the company, but I'm not gonna be real chatty."
"I'll stay, okay? Lemme call my dad first." She went into the bathroom to call her dad; surprisingly the basement had service.
There was another knock on the door. I opened it hesitantly, and it was my mom, suitcase in hand. Anger filled my body again, and I had a strong urge to slam the door in her face. But I resisted. "Yes?" I said instead, sounding sarcastically polite.
"Oliver... I'm leaving now."
"And where do you plan to stay?"
"A hotel until I can get an apartment, I guess," she said, sounding like she had never even thought about it.
"You really hate dad and I that much?"
"Honey, I don't hate either of you! I love you so much! You dad... he just irritates me and I just plainly can't stand him anymore."
"Whatever, mom. Whatever. See you in court, I guess," I forced myself to say. I shut the door and locked it. Then was my cue to sob. And I did.
I sat down on my bed and sobbed. Miley came out. "Oh..." she said, and came to comfort me.
Miley hugged me and said, "It's okay to cry, Oliver. It's okay.. shh.."
I hate to say this because I'm a guy, but I cried myself to sleep that night, while my mom enjoyed a luxurious night in a hotel, without having to worry about us any longer.
A/N; Sad, huh? I never planned on splitting his parents up, but I figured it'd make Miley/Oliver FRIENDSHIP stronger. (: Review??
-Imagine
