Moving Novels: They Don't Know About Us (Zayn's Story)

Chapter 1- Ciao

Picture of mandy on the side :)

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Mandy's POV

"Don't forget to call me once you got out of the plane. I'll know when you'll land." She looked at me intently, lowering her glasses. I rolled my eyes in frustration.

"You said that a thousand times, now, ma." She started to open her mouth, but I cut her off. "I know! I'll call you when I arrive. I'll turn on my GPS. Not to talk to strangers, even if those strangers are hot guys." She snorted and looked up.

Yeah, right. I guessed her train of thought, and glared at her. I continued anyway. "To not, under any circumstance take a cab. Rent a car. Always. Rent. A. Freaking. Car." She glanced at me indifferently as I whipped my hands up, and rested them on both sides of my head. I rubbed my throbbing temples.

"You forgot something." I widened my eyes in horror.

"There's MORE?" I fake fainted into the plush, red couch, opposite my growling mother. She sighed, closed her book, and put it down beside the lamp of the glass coffee table.

"Mandelleine..." She started.

"Ew, ma! Call me Mandy. Man-D." I emphasized. She sighed, once again.

"Dianne." She said firmly. I put both my hands in front of my eyes and groaned.

"No! Oh, God. Please not that wretched name." I pulled up my knees and curled my arms around, rocking back on forth. My loving mom- note the sarcasm- smirked and took my breaking down as sign of submission.

Wrong.

"Okay, then, as I was saying. Dianne," I screamed. She winced, and covered her ears. It wasn't long before she cracked. "Okay, okay. Mandy! Mandy, stop your inhuman screech, at this moment!" I stopped immediately. I grinned widely and raised my chin in victory.

"I just wanted to say that you should have fun, and send me a postcard or something. Sheesh, I raised a monster." She slapped her hand on her pale face. "What have I done wrong?" She shook her head in disbelief.

I got to my feet and ran over to hug my mother. She was five inches taller than me. I am quite short, actually. Just a little bit over 5'5. All my friends are at least above 5'7.

She stiffened in shock, and immediately relaxed. She removed her hands and revealed her twinkling, dark-chocolate eyes- I got those from her. Her lashes are short, though, unlike mine. I got it from my deceased father... But that's a sad story for another time. Right now, my mother is smiling down at me.

"Oh, you know you love me." I pouted and hugged her tighter. She gasped as the air rushed out of her. She started to giggle and catch a breath at the same time- it was really funny, actually.

"Yes! Of course, I love you, Mandy. Now," She wheezed. "Let go. You're wrinkling my suit." I pulled out of my embrace. She tried to iron her suit with her hands.

You have to admit, that is a great suit. I thought to myself as I eyed her navy blue jacket, and her pencil skirt that makes her small waist, even smaller, and her big bum, even bigger. Can you imagine having a mother who's sexier than you? I'm surprised she still hasn't found herself a new boy-toy since daddy died 5 years ago. She's such an eligible cougar.

"Come sit here, Mandy." She sat and pats the spot next to her. I slid at her side and looked at her. She was smiling like a loving mother. Sometimes, I would get that solemn face off of her. It's quite rare, though. She's usually so serious and so strong.

Since daddy passed when I was just thirteen, mommy lost everything. My father died at the time where our company hit rock-bottom. He refused to sell, of course. Our company was built by daddy himself. He poured his heart and soul into establishing a stable business for his new family. But daddy just couldn't take the pressure of the industry. He commited suicide and left his family, and the debts he owed.

I looked into the eyes of the woman who raised that same company back to its former glory. No, even then, she did not stop. She paid the debts, and made more money than my father ever did. She was a legend. She's one of the most influential women in the world. She is Amanda  Bellefleur, my mother.

"I trust you." She teold me straight. "I know you're old enough to make the right decisions. And I believe in your friends." She fished something out of her pocket. She opened my palms and laid something cool and metallic on it. I raised a brow in question.

"And since you passed your driving test this week..." She pulled back her hand to show me what's on my right palm. I widened my eyes in pleasure.

"A key? For a car? I have my very own car? Goodness, gracious, mother!" I squealed in delight, jumping up and down. "What is it? No, where is it?" I screamed in a high pitch voice and my mother started to giggle, but squints everytime I screech it up a notch.

"It's in Doncaster, Mandy! A Lamborghini! A 2013 Lamborghini Aventador Roadster." My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged out. My mom laughed at my surprise.

"Are you s-saying..." She cut me off. Not needed, though. I was breathless.

"Am I saying that I bought a $445, 300 car for my darling daughter? Then, yes. I am saying just that." She said it like she just bought me a Barbie doll. A freaking Lamborghini Barbie doll. No, my DREAM Lamborgini Barbie doll.

"What color?" I was in shock. For all I care, it was pink... I hate pink.

"Oh, you're gonna love it! I won't tell you, though. You just have to see it for yourself when you arrive in the U.K." She smiled cheekily, picked up her book, and lied down again. I am just about to protest, but she raised her free hand and waved at me.

"Ciao, darling." And like that, my mom dismissed me to fly to Doncaster, U.K. with a brand new 2013 Lamborghini LP700-4 Aventador Roadster waiting for me in another continent.

Bye, Los Angeles.

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A/N: Oh, my gosh. I didn't think a Lamborghini would be THAT expensive. But it's a fictional story, so... Meh.

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