Fake It Until You Make It

Talking Marriage and Ice Cream

Bridget's Pov:

Me and Randall pulled into his driveway at about midnight, neither of us worrying about our curfew considering neither of our parents were ever home anyways. We had spent the rest of the night talking about anything that came to our minds. We talked for a good two hours until Randall suggested we go home after I started dosing off. We have gotten so much closer and I have learned so much more about him. Like how he wet his bed until he was seven (I was sworn to secrecy after that one) and how every time his parents come home he gets yelled at for something or another and his parents never forget about anything he does wrong. And of course he learned stuff about me like how I still have my first teddy bear and I keep it by my bed incase of thunder. I am terrified of thunder even at 18 years old.

"Bye, Bridge." He said as I got out of the car. I waved and shut the door. I headed up the steps to my door and put the keys in. As I opened the door I heard voices. Two tto be exact. I only recognized one of them.

"Mom?" I called into the living room. The voices stopped as I rounded the corner.

"Sweetheart, I have missed you so much." She said as she engulfed me in a hug squeezing me against her huge fake boobs.

"Than why are you a week late?" I asked as she released me. Her smile haltered and she began picking at her nails.

"Well, honey their were some complications I had to stay."

"What kind of complications?" I asked her putting my hands on my hip. Oh this should be good. Right then a mand of about 6 '4 walked into the hallway where we were standing. He looked as if he was only 24 and he was built like a tank.

"I got married Bridget!" She squealed and began jumping around. I could barel breathe.

"What?" I asked barely audible. I was counting my breathes as I tried to calm down.

"We got married that's why I was so late. We had the wedding in Vegas and everything." She said her excitement dying down as she watched me. I looked at the man and nearly threw up. He could be my brother. And her son! I felt tears rushing to my eyes, but I blinked them back.

"That's great, mom." I lied. I could see how happy she was and I couldn't kill that. No matter how disgusting it was.

"I'm, I'm really tired I'm just going to go to bed." I whispered as I walked up the stairs. I collapsed on my bed and let out a frustrated sigh.

My mom used to be so smart and modest until dad left. Then she spent half my college money on new tits and started wearing too tight of clothes and too much makeup for her age. She would go to bars all the time and came home drunk. She would go somewhere for a week and not call or even send a text and now this? She was married to someone young enough to be her son! I finally fell asleep with all of this bouncing around in my brain.

I wake up to the sound of knocking. I ignore it and roll over, eventually it will go away.

"Bridget honey." I hear my moms soft voice outside my door. Ignore it, it will go away.

"Bridget wake up." She says again. Finally I give in and roll over opening my eyes to see the digital clock read 10.

"What do you want mom?" I asked groggily, annoyed she woke me up on a Saturday morning.

"Get up we are going out." She calls in.

"Where?" I ask praying that her new boy toy isn't coming with us.

"Shopping." She says finally opening the door. Quickly I thought of an excuse.

"Randall and I have an assignment we need to work on." I lied smoothly. I soon realized my mistake.

"The boy next door I thought you hated him." She says putting her hand on her hip.

"Well we're friends now and we have a huge assignment that will probably take all weekend." I said so that she won't ask me tomorrow either.

"Okay honey well you should probably head over there." She said with a frown before walking out. I groaned and sent a quick text to Randall telling him I was coming. The house is right next door I think she would notice if I went somewhere else. I hurried up and got ready before heading over there. I rang the door bell and waited. The door swung open revealing an excited Mia.

"Bridgie!" She screamed wrapping her little arms around my leg. I leaned down and scooped her up.

"I missed you girlie, where's your big brother?" I asked as she beamed at me.

"Right here." I heard a deep voice from the top of the stairs. I smiled as he came down towards us.

"What's up?" He asked as Mia jumped from my arms to Randall's.

"My mom's home." That's all I had to say for him to nod and begin making plans for the day.

"You want to take Mia to get ice cream and then we can bring her back and we can go do something." He said as Mia nodded wildly.

"Okay we have to go pick up my car too. We can do that after we drop Mia off." I told him.

"Sounds like a plan." He said and climbed up the stairs to his room.

"I like him more when you're here." Mia said adorably looking at me with her big brown eyes.

"Yeah why is that?" I asked as she lead me to the living room where their were toys laid out.

"When he was with Tina he ignored me and they just went to his room. Now he actually talks to me." She said as she picked up one of her toys.

"That's, because I'm not a bitch, don't tell your brother I said that word." I added the last part after I thought about it.

"I won't, but that is a bad word." She said with a frown.

"Just don't repeat okay girlie." I said as I picked up one of her Barbie's.

Half an hour later Randall finally came down the stairs with his hair dry and styled even though he got out of the shower five minutes ago. Figures he would blow dries his hair.

"Okay ready to go?" He asks, halfway through his sentence Mia is already jumping into his arms and pointing him out the door.

"I take that as a yes." He says laughing. Mia nods making her brown curly hair go everywhere.

"Okay let's go." He says as he grabs my hand with his free hand and intertwines my fingers. My eyes go wide as I look at him. He just smiles at me and winks as he carries Mia to the car.

.................................................................................................................................................................................... My updates have been so close together I am proud. My friend kind of forced me to update tonight so you can thank her. Thank you for reading.