All These Fantasys

Chapter one: Goodbye

All these Fantasy's.

Rated: X

Chapter one: Goodbye

"Bye sweetie, we will be back soon. Look after yourself yeah?Don't forget knock at your nans house next door if you need too. stay safe" My mother grinned, latching her hands around the handle of her large leather suitcase and turning her hips swiftly towards the door.

"Bye love, remember everything we told you" my father raised his eyebrow at me as he fastened his tie before placing his arm around me hugging me tight.

"yes mum, yes dad, I love you" I rolled my eyes before he released his muscular arm from around me, unlocking the front door.

"Love you two dear" they both smiled and waved sincerely before stepping out and leaving, closing the door behind them. I locked the door after them and glanced through the small wooden blinds just to check they was gone before running into the sitting room and lifting my feet up on the couch, I flicked the TV on and went straight to the music channel, raising the volume to the highest it would go. I can get used to this for two days now that my parents have gone on a two day business trip, my parents take their jobs very seriously so when I tried to convince them not to go, it didn't work so well. After all if they go on this business trip and get a promotion that means more money, and more money means being able to afford Justin Bieber meet and greet tickets. I have been convincing my mother and father to provide me with tickets for the last four years now, but as always, nothing. They claim that it is a waste of money and they mimic it, renaming it

"breathe and leave" even if they was correct in saying that you only get to see him for a few seconds atleast I would see him at all. but every time I have explained this my mother will nod proudly down at me and whisper

"You have your Justin Bieber cardboard cutout in which you keep in your room dear, you can go see him whenever you like" she would grin finding herself rather humorous, unlike everyone else in the room who showed no enthusiasm to my mothers sarcastic comments. Sometimes I sit and ponder about how unlike my cardboard cutout is to meeting the real thing, but yet it is still enough to keep me pleased. I decided to stop mourning about what I could have and think about what I do have, so I totally forgot about the meet and greet tickets and occupied my mind by blasting music, watching TV and eating ridiculous amounts of junk food. When I started to find myself yawning, stretching and focusing my eyes on the tv just enough to keep them open, I decided it was time to go to bed. I slouched my way up the stairs and Into my bedroom, I blankly looked around my room, admiring my poster covered walls. I kneeled down on the fluffy white carpet and proceeded to pull out my night gown and make up remover from my classy mirrored chest of drawers. I slouched my way back up and rested my night wear stably onto my bedside cabinet before sliding of my tight purple blouse and removing my revealing purple miniskirt until I was left standing blankly in my Lace covered underwear.