It's not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me!

Chapter One:

If you love somebody, set them free. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.

I picked up my luggage and scanned the airport looking for my mum, I groaned what if she got drunk again and went out to “work”. We all know what she means by work.

“Mollie!” A familiar voice screeched across the airport.

I grimaced at the tall, fake blonde walking quickly towards me. Oh god, no please don’t run mum. Not with fake double D breasts!

Karma is a bitch, she ran towards me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey mum,” I smiled politely at her “how have you been?”

She smiled and gave me an awkward hug, trying and failing to act motherly.

 “I’ve been great, thank you” She beamed happily talking about her new “permanent boyfriend” Josh.

 She said that about David, Mark, John, Andrew, Frank, Darren...

“Mollie are you listening?” Mum pouted I grinded my teeth, I hated it when she pouted.

“Yes, you were on about Josh,” I guessed either she didn’t notice or didn’t care because she went on about Josh.  You really are making blondes look dumb. I giggled silently at my private joke, my mum and dad got a divorce and I decided to live with mum. I know what was I thinking?

Mum’s had it rough recently and I didn’t want to be selfish by picking dad just because his life was organised, no offence to mum. To be honest my mum was lacking a few years when it came to maturity and she never had a stable relationship.

Unless one night stands count, I thought wryly

“I can’t wait till you see the house, its lovely.” She squealed beaming proudly. I gave her a genuine smile, despite her immature behaviour and how embarrassing she is, deep down.

OK, very, very deep down I loved her, and she loved me too.

The ride home we chatted briefly about school and everything and then a little bit about Josh, the love of her life. I stared outside the window, mum was right. The house was gorgeous it was a big terraced house with I’m guessing 4 rooms and surrounded by dark green canopy. A forest I’m guessing.

“It’s gorgeous,” I squealed happily. What? Squealing is normal, just not when mum does it. She takes it a step too far.

“Thank you for agreeing to look after me,” I muttered “I appreciate it,”

“No problem,” She said smiling sweetly “Your hair has grown,”

I looked in the mirror my sandy blonde hair reached my mid-back, and my blue eyes that were sparkling with amusement, I also had bronze tanned skin. I was often called beautiful, but I just shrugged it off. I could be the beautifulest person in the world but my sarcastic and bitchy behaviour always made my boyfriends run in the opposite direction.

I could be sweet and kind, but I don’t want to get hurt. I will never be like my mum, never. No matter what; I’d rather be a 30 year old virgin with 10 cats than sleeping around like a damn prostitute.

Call me old-fashioned but I wanted it to be either after marriage or with someone I loved, no matter how horny or desperate I got.

“Come on,” She ushered me out of the car “I’ll show you to your room,”

“Ok,” I answered simply while following her into the house carrying my heavy luggage, while she strutted into the house like she was walking on a damn cat-walk.

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