Someone Like Me

Chapter Seven: Oh Boy What Is Going On?!?

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On the road, I glanced back at the mirror to see Dalton's big truck following behind me. Because of the tinted windows I couldn't see them, though I knew that Dalton was driving and Charlie was sitting in the passenger's seat. They wouldn't tell me where we would be going, but I had a feeling it couldn't be anywhere that was like a date, for the fact that Charlie was coming along also.

To be honest, I wouldn't want Charlie coming along on a date. I want it to be just me and Dalton.

Charlie isn't that bad of a man. He's great actually. He's equally as nice as Dalton and respectful. The only difference was that he was more hard-headed then the Dalton that I knew so far. Jasmin was a wonderful mother. She wasn't strict and didn't yell when the boys would curse; which seemed to be a common occurrence in their home. I have yet to meet the father of Dalton. He called an hour after Dalton asked me out on a date. Dalton's father had the same name as his son, I found out. I found it cute that they did that in their family. Dalton was the third, and his father was the second.

Dalton's father called and explained that he wouldn't be making it for dinner that night because of work. So it was Jasmin, Dalton, Charlie, and I. I loved the dinner: breaded chicken, apple stuffing, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. Yum.

After dinner Dalton took Charlie to the side while I helped Jasmin with the dishes. He explained what had happened on the porch between Dalton and I. He was more than shocked to find out the news about Peaches's relations with me. Though afterwards, everything was the same. The boys didn't treat me any different than when they first met me and I was happy about that.

The tension that was weighing my shoulders down was lifted when I noticed that Peaches and my mother were out. Their cars were missing from the driveway which meant that I didn't have to bother with them or explain who my new friends were. I didn't have to worry about Peaches taking them away from me. She had that charm. She's done it with everyone that I have tried to get to know. She stole them away and they became just like her.

As I go out, so did the boys.

"Wow, this is..." Charlie didn't know what to say while staring up at the extravagant and expensive looking house that I called my home. It was too much. You look at the other homes around and you see modern and sleek. Then you see ours and it's like a cross between a castle, a Victorian home, and a spoiled pink loving princess.

"Yeah, I did not design this."

"I figured," Dalton chuckled. "My own mother would never step into this property, she would cry."

"Well, maybe you could fix it." Charlie then bit his lip. "Who am I kidding, it would look better as an empty parking lot." Dalton laughed.

"Come in if you would like, I just gotta change then we can go." They followed into the house and they couldn't keep their eyes off of anything. I understood. This house was decked out in the most pricey things and there was so many things to look at because my mother wanted to show the wealth that she had. "You can sit," I said pointing over to the leather couches. "I'll be back."

"You would think Peaches would tell her mother about her terrible taste in home design. Even my place is better then this." Dalton laughed again.

"That's because my mother helped with your house."

"And I love her for it," Charlie grinned. There was something wrong with these two.

I headed up stairs to my bedroom and grabbed things out of my closet. I didn't know what to wear but I didn't want to go overboard. Then again, I have nothing that would be considered overboard. But I wanted to wear something besides jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't have a whole lot of clothes. Though I had a small pile of clothes that I thought would help me make friends in the rich kids school I go to. Though I only tried once, and Peaches's friends made fun of me that whole day.

I pulled the pile out. It consisted of expensive skinny jeans and some really nice tops. A months worth of pay went towards this. Hopefully this time, it will have a positive effect. I pulled out dark skinny jeans and a black off the shoulder top. Hopefully I don't look stupid.

I changed and brushed my hair back up to a pony tail to get rid of the stray hairs that came loose from working all morning. Once I was finished I grabbed my phone and keys then headed back downstairs.

"Wow, that didn't take long." Charlie chuckled. Dalton was staring. I hope that's a good stare. Please be a good stare.

"I'm not like every typical girl," I told him.

"Good," Dalton beamed. "Because we need to leave now or we're going to be late and my mother is going to have my behind about it."

"Well let's go then." Charlie was the first one to head to the front door. He obviously wanted to get out of here. I grinned at the thought just as an arm wrapped around my side and pulled me into a hard chest.

"What's with the different clothes?" He whispered quietly into my ear. "You look very nice," He was quick to kiss my cheek. Everything inside of me felt warm and fuzzy. He was too sweet for his own good. Way too sweet. I enjoyed it so much.

Dalton let me go when Charlie whistled at us to grab our attention. Dalton chuckled softly as he let me go. He headed out as Charlie held the door open for us.

"Your cheeks are a little red Darling," Charlie whispered quickly into my ear. That only made my cheeks redden more.

I wondered where we're going?

It didn't surprise me when we headed back to Dalton's home. I was excited, because I was able to hang out with him and Charlie and not have to worry about other people if we were to go out in public. I expected to find Jasmin in the kitchen making dinner because she was doing that the last time I was here, but I was wrong. It was dead quiet in the house and it made me wonder where Jasmin could be considering that fact she wanted us back here soon.

"Where's your mother?" I asked while I waited for the boys to take off their shoes.

"Downstairs in her office, she needs your help."

"My help?"

"Yeah," Dalton smiled showing his pearly white teeth. "She has a surprise for you."

"She shouldn't have," I didn't know what to say. A surprise? I only knew Jasmin for a few days. She shouldn't be doing anything, but she was. Dalton and I weren't even together. Yet anyways.

"Oh it's nothing big," Charlie waved it off.

"How does she need my help?"

"You'll see," Dalton spoke.

I followed the boys down the basement stairs and I was quickly brought into something I didn't expect. It was like some mini-factory was going on down here. Lining one wall was every color of fabric I could ever imagine. Nicely set out was a sewing machine, clothing racks, organized bins, and all sorts of crafts to make clothing. At the far end, I could see a display case full of fashionable purses, pictures, and plaques. Next to that was three huge mirrors, a stand, and a couple changing rooms. It was amazing. Like a secret lair that no one would have expected to be under this cozy home.

"Surprise Darling," Charlie whispered into my ear. I saw Jasmin poked her head out from the back of a neon orange ball gown that dressed a mannequin. She gave a smile towards us. In her mouth was a needle with orange thread tied to it.

"Finally you guys made it," She spoke.

"What is this?" I was confused. From the display case I could tell that she was something and not just a mother to a handsome son. I felt myself walk up to the display cases. Purses, pictures, awards, and all other sorts lined the shelves. Magazines were everywhere.

There were pictures of Peaches in quite a few of those magazines.

"You guys haven't told her yet?"

"I'm getting there," Dalton chuckled. "Cher, my mother is a fashion designer. She's famous for her work."

"Jasmin Mountains," I spoke surprised while looking into the display cases. Now I understand why this purses looked so familiar. I was standing in the same room as one of Peaches favorite fashion designers.