Keeping Steady (re-writing)

Chapter one

CHAPTER ONE

CHELSEA

I never really did think about my mother moving on, so standing here, next to her with my cousins, in a pretty maid of honor dress, felt extremely out of place.
     Now don't get me wrong, I'm happy for my mom. She finally managed to move on from her previous relationship with my father, which didn't end that well. But if I have to be honest, I would've wished she had chosen someone else than Phillip Ryder – The father of no one other than Brandon Ryder, the school's very own 'Badboy', not that he ever did anything bad.
     "And just as I asked Phillip, I now ask you –" the priest said, as he stood straight in the middle of my mom and Phillip, with a bible in his hands. "Monica McKibben, do you take Phillip Ryder as your husband? Do you promise to love and honor him until death do you apart?"
     As we all stood waiting for my mom to say the words, I secretly hoped that she would decline. It's an awful thought, I know that, but I didn't really feel like spending the rest of my time at home with a new father and a step-brother.
     "I do." My mother said, as everyone in the crowd gasped and smiled – a little too much, may I add.
     "I now declare you husband and wife –" the priest began, "You may now kiss the bride."
As Phillip kissed my mom the guests erupted into applause and cheers – I, of course, did too. And at that moment, my mom looked happier than ever before, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the fact that somebody showed her what love is once again.

"I can't believe your mom actually got married again," Camille said, as I took a bite out of my chocolate cake. "And then with Phillip Ryder. How does it feel to be related to the one and only Brandon Ryder?" She gushed.
     Camille had been obsessed with Brandon for a little over a year, well since we started freshmen tear to be exact. I didn't really get why though, he's not even that handsome.
     I shrugged my shoulders at her, "There's not really a big difference. I mean, yeah, we're moving in with them and such, but I like to believe it's the same as always." I said casually, plutting another bite of cake into my mouth, enjoying the heavenly taste it left on my taste buds.
     "Yeah okay, I guess you have a point," Camille answered as she stuffed her face with strawberry cheese cake, which had been her favorite taste for as long as I can remember.
     I poked the rest of the chocolate cake on my plate, as I stared emptily out in the open. My mom and Phillip had chosen to have the wedding outside, which seemed like a great idea at first, but right now, with rain slowly pouring down, it was everything but a great idea.

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The wedding party had ended earlier than planned because of the weather, and we were now all seated in the car, driving home.
     Phillip had explained, only moments before, that I would be sharing a room with Brandon for a couple of days, until my stuff arrived and my own room was finished. I felt a little skeptical, but at least I had a place to sleep.
     "Can we listen to something else?" Brandon groaned from beside me. Phillip had chosen a classical radio station, much to Brandon and I's dismay. And I knew my mom weren't very fond of it either, she never really liked classical music, she was more of a jazz person.
     "I actually agree with Brandon," I said silently, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I could feel Brandon staring at me from the side, probably shocked from what I just said, seeing as we haven't really gotten along.
     When you parents just suddenly decides to marry each other, it causes a lot of problems between the children. Especially when they didn't even know they were dating in the first place.      It's not like Brandon and I were ever friends, to be honest I don't think he knew who I was before this, but that doesn't mean it isn't difficult.
     I had to move out of my house and into theirs, I had to say goodbye to where I grew up, the place I made all of my oldest and greatest memories. Brandon had to let another family into his home, let some random woman and her daughter intrude in his privacy. It's more difficult than it sounds, it really is.
     Phillip looked at my mom whom nodded her head. "Very well," he said as he changed the radio station to something more decent sounding. An old song by Oasis was playing on the radio, and I murmured along with the words, not caring if anybody could hear me seeing as this was my family now, and they would have to get used to me singing and dancing all of the time.
     "Could you stop singing along? Your voice is terrible." Brandon said as he stared angrily at me. I smiled innocently at him and slowly raised my hand to flick him off.
     "Nope," I said, making sure to pop the p.

"We're here," Phillip said as he pulled into a huge driveway leading to a mansion. I had never officially been here, but my mom had told me a lot about the house and the surroundings.
     "It's huge," I said as I looked up at the mansion in awe.
     "Just like my dick," Brandon sniggered as he got out of the car and walked up to the front door, which were actually more like two doors since it was a double door. I rolled my eyes at his comment as I got out of the car myself, making my way to the front door, as I glanced around me.
     There were huge plants and trees surrounding the mansion, along with a big water fountain in the middle of the driveway, which made it look kind of royal-ish.
     "This is one incredibly mansion," I said as I reached the doors, standing next to Brandon whom was busy tapping on his phone, probably texting someone.
     "Yup," he said as he put away his phone and grabbed, what seemed like a key, out of his pocket. He unlocked the doors and opened them, walking inside and leaving them open for the rest of us to enter. 

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EDITED

The first edited chapter is now done and published. I hope you guys like it even though it's hell of a lot different than the original chapter.