Life as a teenage hipster

Chapter six

Tavins POV:  

The sound of my moms voice calling me jolted me out of the strange and confusing dream i was having. Nothing made sense. The light was all wrong and I seemed to be laying on something extremely lumpy. Groggily I forced my eyes open wincing at the sunlight sizzling at my retinas. Sitting up I run my hands through my short hair and run a hand over my face recieving a rough, prickling sensation from the slight stubble starting to grow on my chin on the inside of my palm.

I realized it was not morning, but I had fallen asleep on the couch, the late afternoon/early evening sun shining through the sheer curtains and warming my skin. My mother walked briskly into the living room with purse in hand, We shared a lot of the same features. I sat looking at her for a moment still rather sleepy.

We shared the same straight blonde hair except hers was light almost platinum blonde, The same chocolate brown large sad eyes, But her eyes had become pinched at the corners and narrowed, clearly not in the best mood today. she was dressed nicely in a pair of black heels covered in a thin coating of velour, a pair of tan slacks and a white cashmere fluffy looking V-neck sweater. I  reached a hand up rubbing the edge of her sweater between my forefinger and thumb. Ignoring me she started rooting around in the depths of her purse searching for something, God knows what lies in that creepy purse  I think sarcastically smirking to myself at my own humor.

"You need to go get dressed in something nicer than that." My mother finally said eyeing up my current outfit consisting of a grey ratty old pair of sweatpants and a light blue loose fitting hoodie. In other words I looked like a slob.

"For what?" I groaned laying back down on the couch with a muffled 'whump' noise, the couch suddenly becoming very comfortable.

"We're going to a dinner party tonight, just me and you. Your father and brother are going mini golfing tonight." She replied slinging her purse over her shoulder and placing her hands on her hips giving me a bored look, waiting for me to get up.

I grunt with effort as I slowly stand up stretching my arms lazily over my head, over exaggerating the effort it took me to get up. "Do I have to go?" I smirk already knowing the answer, but mini golfing did sound like the better of the two.

"Yes." She replied in a no nonsense tone. "We have to be at the Robertson's house in a half hour so i suggest you go change and get ready." She added on absent mindedly already walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

Okay mini golfing definitely sounded like the better of the two now. I stalked after my mother into the kitchen my mood instantly turning sour. "The Robertson's ? Is Aislin going to be there?" I asked as casually as i could, leaning up against the counter. "As far as I know yes." My mom turned and gave me a suspicious look "Isnt that a good thing?" She inquired 

"Well yeah, yeah of course it is." I mumbled turning quickly and walking out of the room leaving my mother with a puzzled expression on her face. I took the stairs up to my room two at a time slamming the door behind me with a little more force than necessary, giving a frustrated sigh I paced around my room for a few minutes trying to think of a reason not to go but could find none. The feelings of embarassment and frustration building up in me until i threatened to explode.

Sitting on the edge of my bed with a sigh I stared out the window feeling glum.

Ugh. Why did you have to try and do more than kiss her. Idiot.   I wasn't even sure why she let me kiss her in the first place, I already know she likes that jerk Grayson.

After sitting for a few minutes I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself because I'm going to have to face her eventually anyway. Standing up I walked into the bathroom staring at my rugged reflection, my face still showing signs of sleep on it. Giving my reflection one last glance I stripped and got into the shower to get ready.