The Seaside Café

Chapter 2- What Does This Look Like, A Café?

Chapter 2- What Does This Look Like, A Café?

Jace's Point of View

My peaceful slumber is suddenly and rather rudely disrupted by the sound of my noisy iPhone going off, probably blowing my eardrum. Man, it really is loud. There’s no reason for anything to ring so loudly. Then again, everything is louder when you’re asleep though, I think. I groan and roll off of my stomach, letting my hand roam across my bed. I locate the stupid cell phone under one of my plethora of fluffy white pillows and yank it from underneath, hitting the answer button without checking the caller I.D., just get the ringing to stop.

“What?” I snap into the speaker.

“Jace?” My mother’s high-pitched voice says, “You’re not still sleeping, are you?”

“Obviously not anymore. I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” I retort, my eyes still clamped shut.

“Don’t give me attitude, Jace Parker,” She scolds.

“I’m sorry,” I reply mechanically, “Is there something you wanted?”

“I talked to your father this morning,” My mom randomly tells me.

“Why?” I wonder, furrowing my brow. For the two of them to be divorced, they sure do talk to a lot, my parents.

“That doesn’t matter- he told me that he’s going on a business trip this Wednesday though.”

“Yeah,” I nod, even though she can’t see me. “He is. What’s that gotta do it anything?”

“Oh, that’s the reason I’m calling- I want you to come and stay with me while he’s gone.” She chimes.

“Erm,” I awkwardly hesitate. “I don’t have to do I?”

“Yes, yes you do. You haven’t been to visit in a while.”

“I’ve been busy,” I supply. “Besides, he’s only going to Seattle, not Timbuktu or somewhere.”

“Yes, Seattle, which is in Washington, not California.” My mother pointedly notes.

It’s not that I don’t love my mom, because I do. I mean, she’s my mom, of course I love her. She and my dad divorced like two years, after I was born but they’ve remained super friendly throughout the whole thing. That’s nice, I guess, but it’s kinda weird having a mom and a dad who are nothing but nice to each other, yet are divorced. They’re really weird, if it wasn’t implied.

Anyway, I live with my dad, obviously, but he’s kinda a workaholic. He has like, holidays and stuff off, but that’s about it. My mom lives about twenty minutes away from our house and because I never really see her, she’s always trying to get me to come over and spend the weekend with her or something.

“Will Alec be there?” I ask with a groan.

“Of course he’ll be here- he lives here, Jace.”

“I don’t like him,” I bluntly inform her, referring to her stupid boyfriend from France.

“Well, he likes you,” My mother chimes. “I have to go, now, so I’ll see you Wednesday, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess I’ll come over after school.”

“Great, then I’ll see you then” My mom enthusiastically chirps. “I love you, sweetie- smooches.”

“Love you too, ma.” I say, ending the call, trying to get back to my sleeping. 

“I’m just saying: The redhead’s kinda hot,” Chace’s voice booms, suddenly in the hallway of my house.