London Boy

The molest you face must run in the family..

"Nope."

This can't be real. I'm dreaming. This sucks major balls.

"We leave in about a week."

"Dad, come on, this isn't just your life your deciding to change freaking half way across the world."

"Our minds are already made up. We're leaving in a week and that's final, we would have gotten on the first flight there but we have to pack and out of curtesy to you, we gave you a week just to say good bye to your friends and Francis."

" I understand you have to expand your business with hospitals and all of that dad but isn't moms job here! Isn't my life here? Aren't all of our lives here??!?"

I'm truly thankful for everything I have, I truly am but I live here, in New York. You can't leave New York and not end up feeling like you were apart of this grand mess. I've been away a lot and every time I think I'll be okay I find myself missing the loud cars, sirens and my fellow New Yorkers. Everyone belongs and this feeling I can entitle to no where else but New York. Anywhere else is too small too cramped not enough people, not enough **cayous.

I don't know why mom isn't more resistant to this idea, her whole life is here as well. She's the president of a promotion company she co-owns with one of her best friends from collage. (Like I said, privileged)

What about my best friends? What about my unofficial almost boyfriend, Francis? Him and I are one big complication but that's what I pride myself on being so I guess I can't complain. We're not friends, we could be anything if we tried but that's a story for a different time. There my life, all of them, this city is my life.

My dads a very decorated doctor and his ancestry is full of doctors so it's only natural that they would own and develop hospitals. My dad and his family own about seventeen hospitals in America and Spain. The reason why we're moving is also because of his precious hospitals. He's trying to make two new estates, "branching out" is what he calls it. Maybe I'm being selfish but isn't it only natural he's MY dad, he has three children and the only thing that matters to him are his hospitals. I know he's just trying to live up to his name and maybe he doesn't know he's holding back on us. My older brother Dylan was going to NYU but today dad made him switch even though he's practically eighteen.

Dylan probably doesn't even mind, he's kind of always kissed dads ass.

My twin brother Joseph and I are equally as pissed but since he's away with his soccer team in Spain or something like that he can't bitch about it quite yet but I'm sure when he comes home to a whole different country, he'll raise a little hell.

For now though it's mine turn.

" Do whatever the hell you want because it's your life right! It's all your life. That's all it is because I don't have a choice, because I can't have a vote, because you couldn't have asked if this was okay with me!! "

I said... Well I yelled but not really though because my family's half Spanish and they would whip my ass.

"I know this is a big change Vale but you can't talk to us like that. We're your parents and your going to respect us!"

My mom said as calm as possible though that isn't saying much because she's a feisty half Italian lady. Before she could start her big speech about how she moved heaven and earth to get me everything I wanted, not excluding some major Italian curse words, I decided to leave.

"Fine. Don't wait up I'm spending the night at Natalie's house."

I said while grabbing my coat from the coat rack and heading out into the chilly New York streets.