I Just Don't Believe In Love...

Chapter 2: Surprise

I open my bedroom door and scream. My mom is here! She's actually here! I run to her and strangle her into a hug. She terrified me when she said she was busy.
"Mom!" I sigh, my voice muffled by her shirt and hair.
"Andi! I wanted to surprise you and pick you up myself!" She beams.
"It's okay, mom. Just don't leave me with dad when I'm supposed to go with you. Please." I ramble on. Starting to hyperventilate from being nervous. What am I even nervous about? I gasp and cover my mouth. "Sorry mom, I have no idea where that came from.. I... like it here." I force out. My mom looks at me unsurely. I force a smile hoping it will pass.. it does. Thank God.
"Does dad know you're here?" I asked hesitantly. She shakes her head; instantly my stomach twists up and my chest tightens. Dad doesn't like when he gets 'surprise visits'.. If he finds out the surprise visit was for me, that is was mom... I don't want to think about what will happen...
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After quickly packing, me and my mom sneak out the front door. Mom knows all the creaky spots and how to avoid them since she lived in this dinosaur of a house for over fourteen years. As we pass the doorway to the living room, I see him sitting up. He's awake. His back is turned from us and he's guzzling a huge bottle of vodka. Damn. He's gonna have an awful hangover. Serves him right, I think to myself. No. Doesn't serve him right, that's not like me at all. Me and mom make it out the door. I start loading bag, after bag, after bag into the car. Wait, why do we have so many bags?
"Mom.. why?.. the bags..." I try to puzzle it out in my head.
"Hm?"
I snap out of it. "Why do I have so many bags. Usually I have like three.. It's only one weekend. Three days; one, maybe two outfits."
She chuckles at my joke, but we all know its the truth. "Well, that was kinda the other surprise.."
"What? Mom, what's going on?" I feel my toes buzz. I hate my anxiety sometimes. It's probably nothing, no need to get all happy.
"Okay, okay. We aren't going to anywhere special," she begins. My excitement falters slightly but I try not to let it show. "You're staying at my house for two weeks! I already talked to your school and they sent all the assignments ahead of time!" She claps with joy.
"Mom the car!" I squeal happily. She grabs the wheel, but continues to beam.  Two weeks with no dad! No drunk, rude, sexual, terrible dad. No grabbing of my butt or boobs. Finally, something good is happening.
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We arrive at the airport and I'm seated in aisle D seat 3. I get the window seat. I try to hide my smile but my mouth curves anyways; I love the window seat. To feel free, like I'm leaving my fucked up life behind for a whole weekend. My mom is on the other side of the plane. Great. I have to be social. I find my seat and sit, taking out my laptop and phone. Then I see quite possibly the most perfect creature I've ever seen. He looks at me as he enters and holds my gaze. I blush and look down at my computer, logging in. He comes closer and sits next to me. Great; a hot boy, a long plane ride, and I'm wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.
"Hi," he holds his hand out, "I'm Dylan." My heart starts beating way too fast to be safe.