Hate Me No More (Editing)

DAY 3-November 17-Saturday

I awoke to a loud bang in the hall. I sat up abruptly from my relaxing sleep. Steven trotted into my room and jumped on my bed, meowing. I scooped his chubby body into my arms and walked into the hall, where Seth was picking up the remains of my dad's flower vase.

"Seth, what the hell happened?" I asked, chuckling a little.

Wendy had gave my dad that floral decorated vase as a house warming present. Now it was broken into mini shards of glass.

"I was walking and bumped into this damn table and it toppled over," Seth explained. His face looked nervous while I just laughed my head off.

"Seth, it's okay," I explained. "Go get the broom and dust pan."

Seth walked around the broken vase to go to the kitchen.

I set Steven down on the wood floor and he scurried away, rushing past my dad, who'd just come out of his room.

"Whoa!" Dad nearly fell backwards. He stared at me kneeling on the floor.

"What happened?" he asked, a smile coming across his face.

Seth returned with the broom and dust pan. He went pale when he saw my dad staring at the disastrous mess he caused.

"Seth," Dad spoke.

"I'm sorry," Seth quickly replied.

Dad began to laugh, his first laugh in months!

I laughed also and Seth stared at us in shock. He stared at Dad.

"You're . . . you're not mad?" he asked.

Dad shook his head. "Seth, it's just a vase. Why would I be mad?"

Seth relaxed. "Oh, okay." He began to laugh too, but I'm not sure his was out of humor but relief my dad didn't yell at him or something.

Normally, Seth would have came up with some way to blame me for the cause of something being broken, but instead he actually tried to fix the problem. Which was weird for him. Living with my mom and her new husband in San Diego must have changed him in some ways.

I finished cleaning the mess and I dumped the remains into the bathroom trash can.

Dad clapped his hands together. "So!" he exclaimed. "I was wondering if you guys wanted to go to the movies."

I gaped. Wendy really got my dad happy again, I will give her that. But I still hated the way she threw herself at my dad. It was so slutty.

"The movies with you?" I questioned.

"Well . . . Wendy would be along for the ride too---"

"I'm not going then!" I interrupted, walking back in my room. I slammed the door and got back in my bed.

"Alex!" Dad pounded on my door. "Alex!"

"What?!" I growled.

Dad sighed. "Never mind! Seth and I will be leaving soon."

"Okay!" I turned on my side and placed my chin on my arm.

My stomach growled so I reluctantly got out of bed and beaded to the kitchen to cook me a nice morning breakfast.

Putting on my Hello Kitty slippers I checked my phone for any recent texts from Anna. While I was watching Grey's Anatomy with Seth I'd been texting her in between commercials. I found out Anna was very dirty minded and cursed more than a pirate sailing his ship. But that was only when we were texting, who knew how she acted at parties.