"What do you mean you're not coming?" I yell at my phone.
"I told you. I have to take care of the baby. " Mom scoffs "Just wait there, the transportation team will come and pick up all our stuff. You're done packing, right?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Your step dad was so nice and asked Christian to come help you, he should be there any minute."
"Who?"
"Your new brother."
"Right..." I sigh.
I still don't get why she needs a new man. Me and her were doing just fine on our own. But now she has a whole new kid.
She's making me leave all my friends, just so she can be happy.
I am somewhat happy though. I hated this place.
I notice a white car pull up in my driveway, followed by a truck. It parked right next to the 'sold' sign.
A tall man with sandy hair and thick glasses comes out of the car. He's wearing a sweater? In mid summer?
I watch him walk towards me "Hello!" I wave politely.
He doesn't wave back, but asks "You're Avril, right?"
"Oh, yeah, I am." I smile slightly.
He stretches his hand out, which I take "I'm Christian."
"Nice to meet you..." I reply, to which he only nods.
The truck driver and two more men get off and start sorting out the boxes, putting the heavier ones in the back, and the fragile ones in the front.
"Oh, I still have a few more stuff to carry out." I say to Christian.
"I'll help." He replies monotonously.
I mean duh, you're here to help me, genius.
I walk into what used to be my bedroom and attempt to pick up a box, which I fail to lift.
"Wait..." He says but I cut him off.
"Grab one edge and I'll grab the other. It's a heavy one." I say.
He shakes his head and effortlessly picks up the box with one hand.
No way nerdy has that much strength, right? Maybe I'm just too weak.
I sigh and get back to work.
~
"I think we're done here..." The truck driver secures the truck's door. "We'll be on our way." He says and the men all get into the truck.
I sigh as I lock up the front door of my house.
My house... Is not my house anymore.
"Come on." Christian says.
I don't bother to reply and walk towards his car while dialing my mother's number.
We get in the car and Christian starts backing out of the driveway.
"So, are you done?" Mom says.
"Yeah, we're done." I say shortly.
"The key?"
"I have it."
"Good. Be a good girl and get to meet your new brother." She hangs up.
I turn to look at Christian. He looks a lot older than a high schooler.
"Do you know anything about the wedding's location?" I ask.
He turns to look at me "It's in Maldives, why?"
