Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 6

Miya.

Saturday afternoon, and for the past hours, maybe, I continually changed into different outfits, trying to figure out what to wear. I sigh, reviewing the current outfit I have on.

"How do I look?" I smiled, asking my dog, Sherrie. She barked and got herself more comfortable on my bed. I decide to pick up my phone and text Kevin:

where are we going again?

Kevin decided he wanted to go on a date, later on tonight. I'm definitely happy, more so excited and anxious. He's finally showing some affection. I couldn't sit still. This would be our first real date.

Kevin: Dinner...the place is a surprise

I take a deep breath and switch my outfit to something comfortable. I put on my khaki colored cargo shorts, and my black Adidas hoodie. I grab my phone and run out of my room.

I trot down the steps, only to stop halfway to see a smiling Tracy. "Good morning Miya." My stepmom, Tracy greets me.

It's the afternoon, but hey I'm not going start anything.

"Morning Ms.Tracy." I said, as I gave her a half hug.

"You know, you could call me mom sometimes." She chirps.

Unintentionally, I jolt my head back.

What, why would she even...

I simply just smile and walk down the steps, on my way to the living room. If this is her idea of warming up to me, she should try again. I would never call another woman "mom" as long as my real mother is alive. And she is. She's just not living with me, obviously.

My mother and father divorced when I was four. Mainly, because they had me at a young age and my mother was hooked on drugs. I believe the drug issue is what teared them apart the most, as expected. Drugs change a person. Of course she would come time to time stopping by or to beg my dad for her to spend the night. Those times, were the only times I would see her. We didn't talk much though, just joked around. Other nights when we thought she was finally sober, considering she had went to at least three different rehabs, by the time I was at the age of fourteen... Her and my dad would mess around. But she continuously broke my dad's heart as she did mine. Last year, she finally admitted she had a problem. Now she's getting help. I sometimes visit her at her rehab, she's doing much better now.

Enough of the sob story...

I rush into the living room, to where dad was seated. I stood in front of the TV with a big smile. "Hey Dad... Can I have some money? Pretty please?" I sing, cheesing afterwards.

Dad pauses the movie he's watching, and looks at me. I know he was about to ask why. "I need to go shopping." I respond quickly, running my fingers through my straightened hair.

"Shopping?" Dad questioned, sitting up and furrowing his eyebrows. "You went shopping like last week."

"Yeah, but this is important." I whined, poking my bottom lip out right after.

He kissed his teeth while shaking his head. "What would you do if we were poor?"

My dad owned one of the most successful real estate companies in Los Angeles, so we were nowhere near poor. He pulled out his wallet and handed me a fifty. I began to pout. He shook his head and gave me another fifty.

I smiled.

"You're the best daddy in the entire world." I said, as I hugged him.

"Yeah yeah, now move let me watch my movie." He murmured, as he resumed his movie.