Wanderlust

1. How Selfish.

"I'll never ask you to be anything other than exactly you."- Unknown.
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Coming back home is a bad idea. I shouldn't of even came back here. I should of went back home with my best friend, Armany. Armany lives in Seattle, like me, but she considers California as her home now since we go to college there and loved it ever since. Anyways, being back in Seattle makes my Anxiety shoot up through the roof.

Seeing my parents once again is enough for me to drop dead. I love my parents, I really do, but it's just that they overreact so much about everything. Good thing about being here, is I don't have to stay with them.

Before coming back here, I made one my friends use my credit card to buy me a penthouse. There is no way I'm going to stay with those people.

"Girl, do you know how happy I am to see you?" Jessica smiles as she enters the penthouse. "Hold on, did you like the penthouse? I made sure to get you one with a view."

I give her a warm smile. "Yes, I love it. Thank you for doing me the favor," I said, dropping my bags on the white marble floor. "Is Alexander coming? I heard he is back in Seattle, too."

"Ah yes, he told me about that. He said to have your butt ready because you guys are attending a welcome back party for these two royal people."

I roll my eyes at Jessica. This party is a welcome back party for this really rich kid, who has been away for about three years because he is in the Air Force. My parents are always trying to suck up to his parents because of the money they have. We are rich, but they are more richer.

"Great, I will be seeing my parents."

"I'm sure everything will turn out great! Now, I have to run. Remember, get ready before eight!"

"Got it," I nod.

Minutes later, I find myself in my bedroom, trying to go to sleep. I will not be attending that party. I know I can't escape my parents, I know I will have to face them eventually, but in the mean time, I will enjoy my last free hours I have by myself.

Knock, knock, knock!

That did not last long.

"Brooklyn!" Alexander yells. "Your butt better be up! We have to be at the party in half an hour."

Not bothering getting up, I let him stand at the front door because there is no way I'm going to get up from this comfortable bed. Is this a special type of bed? You know those beds where you sink in very comfortably? Yes, I think it's one of those beds.

Digging my face further into the pillow, the bedroom door gets thrown open, dramatically. Jesus! Why don't you break down the door while you're at it!?

"Why don't you break the door, you know since, it is going to fall any minute!"

Since I really didn't get a chance to introduce Alexander for you, here he is. He my best friend, but Jesus Christ, he is annoying. Throwing the blankets off of me, I sit up on my bed, looking at Alex, he stands there dressed very dressed up. So, this is a formal thing?

"Armany is on her way. She has your dress. Get in that bathroom. I expect you to be ready in twenty minutes. The limo is going to be waiting in front."

"Armany? Isn't she in California?"

"Not anymore. I also forced her on a airplane days ago. She didn't tell you because you would be disturbing her sleep on the airplane with your none stop talking."