The morning Sun shined through the small gaps in the blinds that are covering the windows and preventing my hangover from getting worse. I heard someone move around the room, heavy steps from the door to the windows and brightness covered the room. I groaned and rolled over away from the windows and tried to go back to sleep before I felt the bed shift and someone hovered over me. “Wake up, sweetheart.” I heard the heavy British accent that belonged to no other than Joshua James Alphonse Franceschi. “No, shitface. Leave me alonee.” I whined and tried to cover my face with a pillow, but he took it and threw it on the other side of the room. “That’s not a way to talk to someone who payed for all that you drank last night.” I sighed. Ughh. Why does he have to be such a pain in the ass? “So what?” I finally opened my eyes and shifted so that I can look at him in the eyes. “I said I’ll pay back! You know damn well that I had no where to put my money.” I said and he winced. I bet he remembered what I was wearing last night. He got off of the bed and walked around it, nearing the door.
When he was half out of the room, he turned around. “Get up or no breakfast for you, sis.” He said with emphasis on the word at the end of his sentence – sis. We’re not exactly siblings, it’s just that his dad and my mom are getting married. Yep, I’m about to step into the Franceschi family and I don’t like it. Not one bit. I don’t like Josh’s arrogant ass, and his dad is just not right from my mother. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with papa Franceschi. He’s a cool guy. But my mother’s only in for his money. Or his son’s money to be exact. I don’t care for the fact that Josh is rich because of his stupid lil band.
I got up and stretched before taking off my clothes and stepping into the shower. Showers are the worst, if you ask me. Don’t get me wrong, I love to shower. Or at least I used to. Now, ever since I’ve moved to the UK I can’t stop thinking about how much I hate this place and how much I want to go back to Manhattan. But we can’t. Cause mother dearest spent all of the money that dad left us. See what I mean? I hate thinking while showering, it gives me headaches. And it’s even worse when I’m hangover. Like now. I got out of the shower, put on my favorite boxers of all time – Hello Kitty one’s. I got a thing for hello kitty. On that I didn’t bother putting on a bra if I’ll be spending the whole day here which I’m planning to. Well not planning, but I don’t have any other plans sooo. I’ve put on a big sweater that covered up half of my thighs. I don’t even remember this sweater. I could’ve sworn that wasn’t here yesterday. It has deers on it. And that reminded me that in a week it’s Christmas. Great.
I dried my hair and headed downstairs. It’s a big house for 2 adults and 3 kids. Well technically 3 adults and 2 kids, cause Josh’s 22 which would make me 3 years younger. I still think of myself as a kid, I don’t really like being adult. I had to for a while, before mother was fired. I had to take care of my younger brother, Jake. He’s the only thing that’s kept me grounded. I got to the kitchen where the ‘family’ was all sat down, including Elissa, Josh’s sister. I like her. We get along just fine. I greeted them and mother, of course, had to comment on what I was wearing saying ‘it’s not appropriate’. I just rolled my eyes and walked over to the fridge to get myself something to eat. I could feel stares on me the whole time.
I had to stretch to get a plate, curse you mother, for putting them up so high. Once I got it and turned around found Josh staring at me like I’m a piece of meat. I rolled my eyes. We have a different kind of relationship than others in this family. When we first met, we actually had no idea that our parents are together. We flirted, made jokes, we actually had fun. Then they decided to drop the bomb on us and ruin everything. Well, I think they actually saved me. Cause now, living with Josh, I got to know the asshole that he is. Glad I haven’t made the mistake of actually dating him.
