No Ordinary

Chapter 2 Fears or Tears Part 1

" Come on. Are you really gonna make things awkward again?" Adrian says. There has been a really long silence until he talked. I just thought there really is no reason to talk to him. But there he goes trying to start a conversation. *sigh*

"What do you mean again?" I tell him with a confused look.

He rolls his eyes and says, "Like the time we first met, you were like staring at me with those eyes and now that i think about it, I've never actually seen anyone with blue-violet eyes before."

"I wasn't staring at you! I just took a quick glance." I say, trying not to blink. Yup, I blink when I lie.

"Right." He replies sarcastically while taking a wet towel and wiping the dining table.

"So what was the real reason you can't go swimming with us?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Whaaaaaaat?!" He says with a high pitched voice.

"So you were lying? You actually have nothing to do! You were ignoring us!" Well,I guess I am getting better at investigation!

"I wasn't ignoring you, if I was then why did I agree to go to the carnival, huh, Kent?"

"Ya, you're right, why did you agree to go to the carnival but not the beach?''

''Can you just stop asking stupid questions? Let's talk about something else. Please???'' He says with that puppy face that looked soooooooooooooooooo adorable on him. I REALLY wanted to pinch his cheeks.

"Fine but in one condition. I'm gonna pinch those!"

So I pinch his cheeks so badly and he whined so hard. We ended up splashing each other with water and tickling each other. We got tired eventually and decided to talk about our fav band, some of our strengths, hobbies and all that stuff.

Personally, I think Adrian isn't so bad after all..... I think. I just realized one thing: we both have stuff in common, and stuff that are total opposites. Like how I love playing volleyball and how he stinks at it. How soccer is one of my least favourites and how soccer is one of his hobbies. How I love Maroon 5 like he does. We have some differences. Well actually a lot. But the thing is that, in times of trouble, when I am having problems kicking someone's butt, He can help me becuase he can do stuff I can't and vice versa.

After we got all our job done, I went back to my bedroom and called Noah. I told her what I thought about Adrian after our ''little'' chat and her reaction to it was: "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGRRRRRRRAAGGGGGRRRRRR! OOOOOOMMMMMMMGGGEEEEEE!" It was so loud I had to push my phone away from my ears. That was the last time I heard her scream that loud when I gave her free tickets to see The Script's concert for her 13th birthday.

"Calm down Noah. Breathe!" I hissed.

"Okay, tomorrow we are gonna practise your flirting skills before Adrian meets us at the carnival."

"I told you already, I don't like Adrian McCartney."

"You were serious about that?" Gosh, sometimes Noah can be so stupid.

"Yes, and when I really do like him, I won't do anything about it. My future career as head of SWAT team is more important. I need to be perfect. Wipe out all my flaws cuz that's what dad wants. And that's why Adrian is here."

"Don't you at least have a say on your future? Is it always your dad who tells you what to do? After all it's your life." Noah says worriedly.

"I know, Noah, but if I pursue my dream as a pilot, it's like betraying my dad. And you know I've been training all my life to reach this far. In three years time, I can finally train normally like other spies. Then me and my brother are gonna compete for the position my dad has right now. If I prove my dad that I'm good enough, maybe, just maybe he will love me for who I am. Not for what I am told to be."

"Guess nobody can convince you not to do this, right?"

"Pretty much," I finall said and we hung up. After that I decided to go through my twitter account to see what's going on. I saw Claire posted a picture of some people cooking barbecue on fire in a beach. It was captioned: "Having a blast at my bonfire party!" I actually got invited to her party, but I didn't go. I fear looking at fire. It brings back so many sad memories way back a few years ago. Tears ran down my cheeks as I stare at the screen.

A few seconds later, someone knocked on the door and I immediately wiped those tears off, taking deep breaths so my cheeks would quit getting red from all the crying.

"Honey, can I come in?"

"Yes mom come in,"

She sat on my bed and looked at me, trying to start a conversation like we used to when I was a child.

"So how was your day?"

"Fine, busy as always."

"Megan, look, I'm sorry.'' Hold on, did she just say...

"What for?''

"Sorry that you grew up like this. You know, about the fact that your dad and me don't really see how you try so hard to reach our expectations. I'm sorry that we didn't show much affection. It's just that we love you so much that we want the best from you. I guess when you come from a family like ours, it's not that easy being a teenager.''

"How did you know I felt that way?" I was surpised.

Please tell me she didn't hear my conversation with Noah.

"Your grandfather used to act like your dad when I was little. I did the same as you. Try to be perfect. you should know that you are perfect just the way you are, Megan, And I'm not just saying it because I'm your mom.''

Phew....

''Mom, you dont have to be sorry. You and dad might not be perfect but I will never want other parents. I know that it's hard keeping up to your expectations but, you know, you have to work bigtime, to earn bigtime." And with that I gave mom a little chuckle. We both hug and she left the room and said goodnight.

After I take a long hot bath, I lay down to my bed and think about my brother Jake. Jake and I never really had a close relationship like all siblings do, it's maybe because of the competition. One day one of us will be head of SWAT. And ever since we were young, we were thought to be competitive. I love my brother, I do, but, I always worry that if we strengthen our relationship as siblings, maybe I might feel guilty for him one day and let him follow dad's footsteps. I used to try to stay away from him when I ws a few years younger. Then mom would bring us to see psychologists, hoping to bring back what we had when we were children. How I wish there was no competition.....

A few minutes later, I close my I eyes and drift off to sleep....

Didn't realize there was a part two did ya! If you like my story pretty please with all my heart write on the comments section! I would really appreciate your suggestions and what you think about the story. I will write part two of the chapter pretty sooner so please be patient!

P.S sorry if ther were some spelling/grammar mistakes on the previous chapter and if you think this one's too short, just tell me and I'll improve in the next chapter!

~Ash