My Stepbrother

Chapter 15 - let's talk then shop.

Chapter 15 - let's talk, then shop.

"So, kids," Mathew said as he held my mom tighter to his side, kissing her cheek. Caused by Drake and I making gagging noises, the engaged parents rolled their eyes. "What did you do when we were gone, yesterday?" Mathew continued.

I shrugged. After the skydiving experience; Drake and I went back to the beach house and stayed outside in the pool. Not really doing much, while I stayed sitting in a beach chair for my first real tan, Drake was swimming and floating.

"Just flying around," Drake answered, smirking at me while I just rolled my eyes. Ever since I told him how I'm over the whole heights thing, he has been a little bastard. "We had a lot of fun, didn't we, Rossy?"

"Don't call me Rossy," I mumble.

"What? 'Just flying aro—you know what? I don't even want to know." My mom shakes her head, clearing all images of god knows what. "Just glad you had fun," She said and looked up at Mathew (he was quite tall) with a smile.

"Why so smiley smile—you know what? I don't even want to know." Drake said, making me laugh and Mathew and mom blush at Drake's dirty mind. My cheeks turned red even though the joke wasn't directed to me. Ew.

"I'm happy that you're finally starting to get along," My mom smiled, eyes looking at Drake then settling down on me. I just shrugged and directed my attention back to my Mickey Mouse cartoon. I still love that sucker, and sadly, Drake still pretends to not like Mickey Mouse by providing the mouse with hateful comments when in reality he's liking the "big eared mouse." (Cue the eye roll).

Throughout the episodes, I would feel glances and stares burn into my side but being the intrigued girl I was at the moment, I ignored it and kept watching mouses, dogs, ducks, giants, and cows be stupid and try to solve problems that can be solved in a matter of minutes.

-  WARNING: the following shit is SO FUCKING STUPID, please do not read. I wrote this like earlier this year and honestly, I do not know what I was thinking. I would change it but I have a headache again.

"Rosie, can we," My mom suddenly spoke up. "Can we talk?" She finally asked. Not taking my eyes off the Franklin and Friends episode, I nodded and slowly got up from the white comfy (so comfy) couch.

Yes, we changed the channel to Nickelodeon - the ⒮⒣⒤⒯⒯⒤⒠⒮⒯ kids' show on the planet. Sorry, I just don't exactly think it's for kids anymore considering they keep making blowjobs and sex signs (Not technically).

I mean, I still like the channel (it's really entertaining), just not the fact that they call the channel for kids when really it's for teens. Seriously? They have sassy 8 year olds, unrealistic families, far possible problems, and surreal drama. Disney, too. But at least it's kinda for kids.

Still, throughout the episodes of every show, Drake made bitchy comments. Seriously dude, grow a pair and confess you like the damn shows!

I followed mom upstairs into my room when I finally snatched my eyes away from the screen (The plot was just building up!). Confused, I sat on my bed and faced mom.

We sat in awkward silence for a while till I decided to break the not so peaceful silence. "Why'd you call me here?"

"I noticed ..." She made eye contact. Her hair was in a braid as she played with the tip, a habit I'm beginning to inherited.

"Noticed what?" I give her a skeptical look.

"I noticed you - we ... are drifting apart," She said as she looked now.