Blame It On September

Blame It On September 5

When I got home from the hotel I quickly showered and got ready to leave to some fancy restaurant with my parents. They had some sort of news they had to tell my brother and I since he was home for a few days.

I slipped into my dress that was a pale pink color with the top part beaded and right below my cleavage was a pinkish brown belt with a cute little bow on it. I had curled my hair slightly and brushed it over my one shoulder. I put on a bit of light makeup and a bit of jewelry before stepping into my pale pink heels.

Pleased with how I looked I headed downstairs to see my mom in a dark blue dress and both my dad and brother in suits.

Without a word we filed out the door and into the vehicle and headed off to the restaurant. I wasn’t sure of the name but I knew there was going to be big news shared as always. You see, whenever my parents had something important to tell us they decided to take us to some fancy restaurant so in case we reacted badly to it we weren’t really able to say anything without causing a scene.

The only ever time that a scene was cause was when my parents informed Dylan that he wasn’t able to go on his class trip to Spain because instead we were going to Cuba. I still have yet to figure out why that was such a big deal.

“You coming in there sis,” Dylan asked snapping me out of my daydreaming. Nodding my head yes I quickly slipped out of my seat and headed into the restaurant that I was still unsure of the name of. “What do you think it’s this time?”

“I honestly don’t know,” I sighed. “Probably going to inform us that yet again they won’t be home for three months but then again that only affects me.”

“If that does happen you know I’ll come home every weekend,” My brother promised as we neared where my parents were already sitting. I smiled gratefully at him knowing what he had said was true.

“What news are you telling us this time,” I asked sitting down across from my father.

He sighed, “Does it always have to be bad news with you?”

“Well whenever you bring us to some fancy restaurant it’s just to tell us bad news so what happened this time?”

“It’s your grandma,” My mother began slowly. “She’s not doing so well.”

“What do you mean not so well,” Dylan asked wearily.

“As in she may not make it to the end of the month,” My father answered after a moment. Tears flew down my face as I tried not to make too much of a scene. As to why my parents would tell us news like this in a restaurant of all places when they knew neither Dylan nor I would take it well. I looked up to see my parents sharing some sort of look.

“Excuse me,” I muttered pushing the chair back and racing out the door. I needed some air and being inside made me feel like I was being suffocated. Instead of just standing outside of the restaurant like I had originally planned when I left I started walking down the road looking for somewhere to go. The tears continued to poor but I didn’t do anything to wipe them away, instead I continued to walk. By now I was a few blocks away and spotted a McDonalds another few blocks over. Deciding I could go there to clean up and get a bit of food I sent a text to Adam asking if he would meet me there. A few seconds later I got a reply saying he would be there in a few minutes.

With the a slight smile on my face at the thought of seeing Adam I headed into McDonalds and went straight to the bathrooms where I fixed my makeup straightened out my dress. Looking at my appearance caused me to laugh. Not every day does somebody dressed like I am walk into McDonalds just wanting some greasy food. Of course though, not every day does somebody like Adam walk into McDonalds. When I was pleased with my look I headed back out only to see Adam standing there looking around trying to find me.

“Hey,” I said softly coming up behind him. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” He replied grabbing a hold of my hand and leading me to the register to order. “Can I have a Big Mac meal please,” Adam looked down at me waiting for me to order as well.

“Can I just have a medium Strawberry Banana smoothie please?”

“She’ll also have two chicken snack wraps,” Adam simply ignores me as I start to protest that I really don’t want them, although I actually kind of do I just refuse to admit it.

Once our food comes though we head over to a booth in the corner, so hopefully a lot of people won’t notice us and figure out who I’m sitting across from at the moment. “So is it weird to just start being friends with me again?” I asked taking a bite of one of my wraps. “I mean I have no memory of us ever being friends.”

“It was at first but now I guess I’m just going to pretend that we were never friends in the first place. Sounds strange I know,” He laughed when I raised an eyebrow at him. “I just decided that since you don’t remember anything I may as well act like there isn’t anything to remember.”

“Thank you,” I smiled up at him. “I know this must be hard for you, I don’t think I would be able to do it if I was you but yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” He mused. “So why exactly did you want me to meet you here? I mean you don’t exactly look like you were just hanging around the house bored.”

“Whenever my parents have news to tell Dylan and I they take us to some fancy restaurant so we won’t make a scene. Only this news definitely should have been said at home.”

“If you don’t mind me asking what did they tell you?”

A fresh wave of tears started up as I thought about what my parents had told me. I mean, who tells their kids that their Grandma may not live to the end of the month. The only person who was there for us during our childhood when both of our parents decided  that their jobs were more important than being there for their kids whether it was at Dylan’s first soccer game or my first dance recital- all of it was missed. So to find out that the one person who actually was there for all of it is about to die while we sit about to eat at a fancy restaurant pisses me off quite a bit.

“They informed Dylan and I that our Grandma might not make it to the end of the month,” I answered finally suddenly not hungry.

“I’m sorry,” Adam said softly. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged. As I looked back at him I asked, “I know this is a lot to ask and you can say no if you want but would I be able to stay at your guys hotel tonight? I swear it’s just for tonight, I just don’t think I can go home right now.”

Adam nodded and stood up extending a hand to me. “Let’s get out of here.” I grabbed a hold of us his hand and together we headed to the parking lot where a sleek black mustang was sitting. “It’s my rental car,” Adam said when he saw my staring. “I’ve always wanted one but I’ve never had the time to actually get one.”

“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed.

“You wanna drive?” When I looked over at him I saw that he was being serious so with an excited squeal- or two- I was sitting in the driver seat waiting for Adam to get in so we could head to the hotel. As I headed down the street Adam asked if I needed anything from my house. Realizing I did I quickly turned around and headed back towards the other side of town. It was about a ten minute drive and when we got there I ran inside and put together a few outfits and grabbed my toiletry bag before leaving once more.

“That was quick,” Adam commented as once again I was driving towards the hotel.

“I didn’t know if my parents were home yet. I just really don’t want to see them right now.” I thought at that Adam would leave me alone but instead he kept pestering me.

“At least they told you though.”

I looked at him anger clear in my voice, “Who the hell tells their kids that their grandma isn’t going to make it in a fucking restaurant? “

This time Adam stayed silent which was what I wanted in the first place but now I felt like a bitch lashing out on him like that.

Tonight was going to be a long night.