After your parents recent divorce you went to go spend the summer with your Uncle Stan and your cousins, the pine twins. Nothing could possibly go wrong right?
(Tw: slight blood, uncomfortable situations, bill, unhealthy themes, abuse, sexual refer...
I groaned as the previously dark room filled with yellow ish bright light, successfully waking me from my beauty sleep. I pulled the weighted blanket back over me and pretended to be asleep. "Get up already y/n, we need to talk." The woman known as my mother said, roughly tearing the blanket back off me. Oh crud, I swear to God if I get grounded again for failing math-
I slightly opened one eye to see her walking back out of my room. "I expect you to be dressed by the time I finish breakfast." She yelled from down the hall. Ugh...I glanced at my phone, 6:41. Why the fuck did she wake me up so early? I sighed and threw myself out of bed.
I sludged over by my dresser and rummaged through my clothes till I found something quote on quote 'appropriate' and threw it on. Since apparently fishnets or a crop top is slutty according to her.
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I sighed, then began walking down stairs begrudgingly ready for whatever they were gonna throw at me.
(Awkward scene ahead!)
I half heartedly greeted both my parents who were oddly quiet this morning... "So...y/n...we need to tell you something." My mom said sheepishly. Well then...this just got more interesting.
"Your father and I....well...-"
"We're getting divorced." My 'father' cut her off not even looking at us.
My mom looked at me expectantly for a negative reaction, I just looked at her blankly. About damn time in my opinion. "Ok." I shrugged and sat down for breakfast. "That's it?? Just 'ok'?" M/n said surprised. "Well yah, I figured this was gonna come eventually." I said shoving f/f in my mouth. Damn this food is good, if there's one thing my mom doesn't let me down on it's f/f.
The rest of the morning was quiet, till f/n whom I thought left to go get the milk already spoke up. "Also you'll be staying with your Uncle Stan till we get the legal stuff situated." He said sipping his coffee calmly. This bitch-
"What??? Why do I have to stay at that weirdo's???" I yelled annoyed.
"Because I said so." ....I hate this bastard some times. I sighed and slumped back in my chair. "Actually you should go pack, he'll be picking you up later..." I nodded and went back to my room upstairs, stomping dramatically.
' so not only do I have to live at that weirdo's house for awhile I also have to ride with him...great.' I thought angrily throwing shit in my nirvana suitcase. (Yes you are a metal and rock fan in this) I sighed as I looked at an old picture I took with my cousins long ago. I miss them sometimes... Unfortunately we never have the money to fly to see them.
(Time skip to a few hours later bc I'm half awake)
I sat on the porch listening to music with my suitcase beside me, My right arm on the top of it. It was relatively early out, the sun was barely over the horizon and it was still foggy Making it hard to see. Fortunately I've seen enough horror movies to keep one earbud off and pepper spray on me at all times to make sure I don't end up like those blondes in those cheesy 90's horror flicks.
I cringed slightly at the light in my face, an old looking car pulled up. Probably weirdo Stan.
I saw him get out the driver's seat wave over at me. I sighed and grabbed my shit. Welp this was the end...goodbye world... I slowly approached him taking the other earbud off and pausing my song. "Heya kiddo, heard what happened." Wow, Stan trying to be empathetic? Weird. "Uh....yah..." I awkwardly shifted where I stood, he always put me on edge for some reason. "So you gonna get in or what?" He gestured to the car, I'm surprised that thing even moves anymore. I nodded and sat in the front seat and put my suitcase below me. I watched out the window as my home slowly faded in of the distance.
"So...how's uh.... life?" Small talk? Ok where's weirdo and what did he do to him. "You want the honest answer or one of those lies people say so things aren't awkward?" I asked, my head leaning against my arm. "I may be 'weird old uncle Stan' but I ain't that stupid. I know the look of misery when I see it." Well damn. He ain't wrong though. "Shitty, sometimes I wonder why the hell they even married Eachother." He gave me an awkward look but somehow sympathetic look. "Yah I know a thing or two bout shitty parents." Well that's new, seriously though did my parents divorce strike a nerve with him or something?
"Damn, well this is awkward now..." I mumbled. I know probably even less about comforting people as him. I took out the cord for my ear buds and went on YouTube. "So, you like any music?" I asked looking at him. "Yah, you got any rock on there?"
I smiled a bit at him. "Duh, have you even seen my room? It's fucking FILLED to the brim with band posters!" I said raising my legs onto the seat, and my arms up near the ceiling of the car. But damn I can't sit normal to save my life. He grinned a bit at that and started talking bout skillet and Slipknot. (You can't convince me Stan isn't a hardcore rock/metal fan)
Damn, I'm actually enjoying this a bit. "Hey is it ok if I put on one of my playlists?" I asked going onto Youtube music. "Sure, whatcha got?"
I grinned even wider and started with my favorite playlist, with nirvana, Metalica, skillet, ext
I hit the 'shuffle' button and put it between us for better sound. Immediately the intro for enter sandman started playing. The grin on Stan's face said it all. I turned back to the window actually smiling now. Maybe Stan wasn't so bad.
(Word count: 1025) (A.n: don't worry you guys will see bill soon, I just wanted to try to do a slow burn for once)
