Yin or Yang

Road Trip

Chapter 1: Road trip

“I have great news” my mom burst through my door scaring me to death. “If it involves me leaving my bed then I’ll pass”  I flip myself so I can face the wall and not my mom. “This is important Ariana I need you to pay attention” my mom rolls her eyes. “Okay” I sigh before sitting up in my bed. “Well since me and your dad are getting remarried we were reading through the guest list” my mom says before taking a seat next to me. “What could be so important about a guest list ” I thought to myself. “Well I was thinking of inviting Tris and the rest of the boys” my mom says, covering her eyes.  “You can’t do that” I shout. “Why not?” my mom asked like I didn’t tell her exactly what happened.

“You're so beautiful,” he says while placing sloppy kisses all over me. “You tell me that everyday aren’t you tired” I playfully roll my eyes. “You're right,” he says before dropping himself on me. “You're such a baby,”  I laugh.  “I’m your baby” he says, piercing those beautiful eyes of his into mine. “Say that again” I said, causing him to laugh. “I’m yours and will only be your baby” he smiles which causes me to smile too.

We had the world in our hands but we dropped it. Or should I say he dropped it.

“Can we please invite them? I miss them” my mom pleads. “You miss him there's a difference” I roll my eyes. “And so do you,” my mom says. “No I don’t and don’t mention him to me ever again” I said sternly causing my mom to frown. “I’m sorry” we say in sync causing the both of us to smile. “Well Skylar says she is coming over soon so be ready” my mom says before placing a kiss on my temple. 

My mom leaves me in my room yet again. I looked around my room at my pale white room obviously disgusted with it. If you know me I always loved to paint or do anything artistic but ever since about 2 years ago I haven’t touched a paint brush since. I still do photography but not as much as usual. I look at my phone to see messages from Tris that I still haven’t opened. He didn’t do anything wrong it’s just wherever he is you know who is. So I have been avoiding him as much as I can. 

I get out of bed which I haven’t really done in months but if my mom is really going to invite them to the wedding that’s 4 and ½ months from now I have to start getting myself together now. No more crying over the past, it's time to live in the present. It’s time I finally step outdoors and smell the fresh air instead of sitting in my old and dusty childhood room waiting for the impossible.

I walked to the bathroom and couldn’t figure if I wanted a hot and steamy shower or just a cold one. So I decided to do both. After taking a long shower as usual, I looked at myself in the mirror and I’m not going to lie but I hated what I saw. My eyes were swollen from crying so much. I wet an unused rag and heated it with the hot water then placed it on my eyes until the swelling went down. I looked at my hair that looks sort of damaged and decided I wanted to do something different.

In coming call from Skylar

“Hello?” I was confused as to how she could be here so fast. She lived all the way in London which was 2 hr and 20 minutes but knowing Skylar she probably got a ticket. Nevermind she definitely got a ticket. 

“GET OUTSIDE” she yells into the phone before hanging up. 

I rushed out of my en suite bathroom towards my closet to grab some clothes. I quickly scan through possible outfits I could wear. After much thinking or should I say Skylar continuously honking her car horn, I decided to wear a short but not too short black dress with a black belt and my black boots. To match I wore black lace gloves, silver necklace, and a black choker. 

By the look at my outfit you would say I look like a goth but that was my style. Or should I say my new style. My hair was now shoulder length and black with red at the end. I decided to wear a dark red lipstick and a not too full face of makeup because I’m not really trying to impress anyone. After taking a last look in the mirror I ran downstairs. Saying bye to my mom and dad before grabbing my coat and pocket book.

“What took you so damn long” Skylar shouts with half her body out of the jeep. “That’s not a good way to talk to your best friend” I roll my eyes before hopping in the vehicle. “Doesn’t matter just close your door” she says happily. I follow her command and close the door then buckling my seat belt right as she starts the engine.

I turned on the radio to hear somebody else by 1975 playing in the car. I couldn’t help but smile. I began looking out the window imagining myself starring in a music video until I realized we were now on a highway. “Where are we going?” I asked. The diner that was just down the street from my house wasn’t that far for us to go on a highway. “It’s a surprise,” Skylar says to keep her eye on the road. “I hate surprises” I frown, causing her to laugh. “Well I don’t care” she chuckles. 

We continue driving until we stop at a gas station. “We have been in the car for about 2 hours Skylar” I crossed my arms. “I know that Sherlock” she rolled her eyes. “Where are-” I try to say before she cuts me off. “It’s a surprise just stay in the car” she says opening the car door. “Ok fine” I give up.  

I watch her walk into the gas station to get us some snacks. Thankfully she left her phone in the car. I begin typing in her password and go on the GPS until I see that we are 25 minutes away from a place I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to. “Maybe she left that on the GPS for when she returned home,” I told myself. Then a text from an unknown number appears on the screen.  

“Are you guys almost here”

“What are you doing with my phone?” Skylar says, snatching it away from me. “Skylar where are we going” I ask her sternly this time so she knows I don’t have time for games. 

“We are going to London” she fake smiles.

“Surprise,” she says, giving me jazz hands.