Dilemma

Dilemma: Chapter One - Babes, Beaches & Bikinis

The day I realized I fell in love with both Ryker Davis and Lance Williams was... interesting. My name is Genevieve McKenzie, 17 years young and living a pretty average life. Now that I've given a fairly good introduction, I think it's time to take you on my confusing, cliché, and somewhat girly adventure of falling in love. Stay tuned.

I woke up with the sun shining softly between the cracks of my blinds, birds chirping in a melodic tune, and the peaceful quiet of my room. One would say that was a lovely way to start the day right? Well it's a shame that's not how my day started. Instead, I woke up with the sound of my mother hollering in my ear, "GEN! GET UP! WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!"

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head hoping she would get the message and leave me to my hibernation. Unfortunately, my mom was a stickler, before I knew it; she was yanking off my covers. Our little tug-of-war lasted for about 30 seconds before she stopped and smirked at me.

"What?" I snapped

"Now that you are out of bed and awake, get ready." She flashed me a toothy grin looking quite pleased with herself. Of course. That deceiving mother of mine. I sighed in defeat, true to her words, I was wide awake now. Hopping out of bed and slipping on my fuzzy slippers, I headed to the bathroom to start my morning routine.

Clean teeth, washed face, brushed hair and a new pair of contact lens later, I was heading downstairs to the kitchen to have myself a nice breakfast. Just kidding, I was having Cheerios. And not the honey Cheerios, the dry and plain ones that help you cholesterol. Not that I have high cholesterol! Mom just likes to keep it healthy.

I bounced into the kitchen and grabbed the yellow box of Cheerios on our cereal shelf, yes, we had a cereal shelf. After setting down the Cheerios on our nice wooden table, I set out to find the milk and grab a bowl as well as a spoon.

"Gen?" My mom emerged from the coach with her Peoples magazine in hand. She was wearing her outdoor shorts and a simple t-shirt (her beach wear).

"No mom, it's a burglar coming to eat all your Cheerios." I waved the box of Cheerios. She gave me a ha-ha-ha-not-funny look. "So we're going to the beach? " I asked casually as I poured the 2% milk, drowning the little O's in my bowl.

"Yes we are," She took a seat next to me opening her Peoples magazine. "I thought it'd be good for you especially after..." She paused and gave me "the look". I groaned. Did she really have to bring that up? I was just starting to forget!

"Mom. I don't want to talk about this with you." I complained and started to shove spoonfuls of Cheerios in my mouth.

She set down her magazine and turned her full attention to me. "Honey I know how you feel! It's okay to be sad! I know how special Dylan was to you!"

Okay so I know you're probably wondering who Dylan is, he was my boyfriend, now ex. It's normal for couples to break up with each other but since that was my first real relationship, despite all the 6th grade romances, mom just couldn't stop trying to make me feel better. It was like this break up hurt her more than it hurt me. No doubt it hurt like a bitch but I guess it just "wasn't working out". Well it would have worked out fine if he didn't break up with me! I sighed.

"Genevieve? Are you about to cry?" I turned to look at my mom staring at me with concern. I rolled my eyes, "No I'm not about to cry. And how would going to the beach help me with my break up with Dylan?"

"Well as the young Benevolio said, "to get over someone you must find someone else." Except he said it in modern English." She smiled excitedly at me. Sometimes, my mother reminded me of a puppy...

I rolled my eyes again, "Really mom? You're referring to Romeo & Juliet?" I walked over to the sink to place my used bowl and spoon in.

"Well you said you were tired of my quotes from Titanic so I decided to switch tactics."