The Girl With The Yellow Umbrella

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March 29th, 2015
Wesley

RING RING

Ugh, what is that?

RING RING

Is that my freaking phone?

RING RING

Shut up already.

RING RING

That's it!

I sluggishly sit up from my very very comfortable bed to pick up my stupid phone that has been ringing nonstop. I don't even check the caller I.D. since my vision is still so blurry and I just automatically click the answer button.

"Who the hell is this?" I ask in the grumpiest voice I could muster. I was definitely not a morning person.

"Wesley Brown! What the hell has gotten into that dumb brain of yours?!" I hear screeching from the other side of the call. No introduction needed because I knew it could only be one person.

The most annoying older sister in the world, Tristan.

"What?" I didn't even know how to respond, or what the hell she was talking about. It was just too early for this.

"You heard me! Dad just, out of the blew, told me you came over a few weeks ago and said you were going to get pregnant by some gay couple!" She yelled once more. God, I hated when she did that. And the fact that she still does even though I'm an adult pisses me off even more. "Now you better explain this to me loud and clear and make sure it isn't as bad as I think it is."

I've never been one to hate people, I think it's a waste of time and energy. What's the point really? Hating means you sort of, kind of, care for them if you're able to have any feeling towards them. So, I just make sure to never get in an issue where that would happen. But in this case, there was one person I hated. And that was my sister.

My mother left when I was fifteen, so anyone would assume my older sister would take the role as a mother and really try to make me feel better. Or at least try to show me the ropes of life as a woman. But no! She was the complete opposite actually. Tristan took advantage of it by treating me like dirt or a piece of icky, old gum that got stuck in the bottom of her shoe.

And the worst part, when she is mad at me, that's when she starts to sound like my mother. She has no right. She didn't raise me, help me, or even show me anything. I taught myself everything I know and I never needed her. Which is why to this day, I don't talk to Tristan much. What is there to really talk about when you hate someone?

"It's none of your business, Tristan. I just wanted to tell Dad because I thought he had the right to know I was going to be a surrogate mother," and just as she was about to utter a word, I cut her off. "Yes! I'm a surrogate mother and I'm fine with it! Don't even yell at me or try to change my mind because I'm already pregnant."

"Are you that much of an idiot?! How could you do this?! Do you understand what the hell you're doing?!" Tristan just rambled and rambled on as she always does. She thinks she's just the center of the universe, or the next Gandhi.

Well, she isn't.

"Don't fùcking call me if you're going to talk to me like this and don't even try to speak to me after this. Maybe when you cool down and apologize, I'll consider talking to you. Now bye, you bìtch!" I quickly hung up before I could change my mind and fell on my bed dramatically.

What a great start to my day.

I really need to stop being so sarcastic.

After huffing and sighing like a baby for thirty seconds, I finally sat back up but screamed after what I saw in front of me. My door was slightly opened with a gaping and very surprised Jason in front of me.

I'd like to say I'm one of those girls that have normal screams or not a crazy type of scream but that unfortunately, isn't true. I'm like that one girl in every scary movie that screams like I'm being murdered but I actually only saw a little spider.

"Shh! Calm the fùck down," he whisper shouted and came next to my bed.

"Don't tell me to calm down! What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I looked at him up and down. He was wearing black pants, a white buttoned down shirt. Most of the shirt was unbuttoned and his red tie hung on his neck weakly.

God, he was hot. Like as hot as that ice cream cone that melted that one day and fell onto the sidewalk hot. I didn't want to admit it to myself but as I was staring at him like a hawk and maybe even day dreaming, I might have gotten a bit horny. Which is pretty pathetic.

"Like the view?" He laughed with his cocky face and his cocky lips and his cocky smile.

"Oh shut up", I whispered and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "I'm pregnant, one of the symptoms is getting a bit hot and bothered sometimes. It's all just the hormones. Don't get your freaking panties in a twist."

"My panties are pretty untwisty. Thanks for not noticing though," he smirked once more before it turned into a serious expression. "Is everything okay though? You seemed pretty angry on the phone."

"It's nothing, really. My older sister was just being a bìtch again", I laughed out dryly and just thought about how ugly I probably look right now.

"Yeah, I heard you loud and clear when you said that to her on the phone," he lightly chuckled before patting my back.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway?"

"Just wanted to let you know that Steve is planning a little Pre-Mommy and Me time so think of an excuse for yourself," Jason started to button his shirt and was about to leave the door.

I chuckled before saying, "Thanks. I owe you one."

"No problem," he bowed like a true gentleman and walked away.

Maybe it wasn't the hormones.