Denial [ n.s] EDITING

Chapter 66 - Achieving Gandhi Status

Chapter sixty six.
Lea.

Day 89.
The Day Before Thanksgiving.

The flight home with Gabriella was surprisingly entertaining. Compared to Hannah's snores, that was. Thankfully Gabriella was wide awake and we talked the whole way through. Thinking about it now, we probably annoyed everyone around us.

Since Hannah and I were practically neighbours, I dropped over her house first and spent some time with her family before hopping over to mom's.

The house was exactly the same, as was my room; which was all I could ask for. I mean, there is a rather huge amount of space in this house. If she wanted to turn a room into a pottery studio, it wouldn't have to be mine.

Not that she's even done pottery a day in her life.

Day 90.
Thanksgiving Day.

Grandma Jen arrived at noon, along with my Mum's cousin Kate and her little twins; Poppy and Will. You could say they were English names seeing as her husband was British after all.

The family called Poppy "P" for short, which reminded me of Zachary, but more of Penelope from the Kardashian clan. Anywho, as my mother and her mother; Grandma Jen settled things in the kitchen, Kate, P, Will and I were in the living room, catching up as the little ones watched the Dolphins on television.

I never did call Kate "aunt" since she insisted on her name since I was little. Plus, she looks way too young for 35.

"Gosh, they're a smart little bunch," I say, after Will mumbles a little "do-fin" at the TV. "For one, I'm sure nobody's two year old's fancy the documentary channel more than cartoons"

"Hey, you're one to talk. You hated cartoons and insisted on watching old movies or what ever that was on HBO instead of Disney. Though, you did like stuff like Lizzie McGuire"

"Did?," I hold my hand in protest, "I still do! That was the absolute shi–itake," I cover up before swearing in front of P and Will, even though Kate didn't mind.

"Oh god, not to mention you not wearing clothes! You hated anything that covered you up, except your little blanket," she starts laughing, "can't forget your protest against superman's choice of attire that's still going on till this day,"

"What's the relevance of underwear over tights or what ever it is he wears? Be a man and just wear the underpants, man!" We both break into fits of laughter when I'm suddenly reminded of the time Nathan and my mom were flicking through pictures of me when I was little.

"In my defence, it's extremely pointless to wear it (underwear) over pants," I retorted.

"I wonder if you think that now,"

Day 106.

Thanksgiving was long gone. Despite my slight backtrack that evening, mom did an impeccable job with the food as per usual.

It really did amaze me how quick New York evolved into a Christmas wonderland. I've always imagined New York in Christmas. Thanksgiving has only just ended yet I see twinkling lights everywhere, along with Starbucks' infamous red cups.
They're the new Chanel No•5.

Z and Hannah or Zannah as nobody's called them; decided on joining Tisch's drama program as an extra activity. It was no surprise to me seeing as they're amazing at drama; I mean this genuinely. It's like they know exactly what and who they want to be. They make it seem easy.

Day 137.

The first week of December; snowfall, ginormous christmas tress, eager new yorker's shopping, it felt perfect. Even though everyone else had left to go home already, mom and I agreed on me staying a week longer just to experience this.

I mean, my flight was only four days away. I'd still get my quality time with my momma. But also; time alone in this beautifully lit city.

Despite the constant crowds, it was possible to feel alone and tiny, but I didn't. Not one bit. All I felt was a large stream of gratitude and inner peace.

Some might say I'm on the verge of being Gandhi.
The Walmart version, at least.

Day 150.

Last minute Christmas shopping in LA was a tradition; also a nightmare in hell. Though this may have been nothing compared to the crowds on Times Square, I would rather not fight over shoes with some mom. After all, this was not the Hannah Montana movie.

I overcame the wrath of shopping in a blink of an eye, followed by our sleepless night spent drinking hot chocolate which eventually turned to coffee, while wrapping the abundance of presents and placing them under the colourful tree of ours.

Since it was reaching six in the morning, I decided to call my father and check in; considering the time difference, it'd be noon in England. It was reassuring to hear his voice again, and have him sound healthy and happy. Even though I wasn't physically there, I could picture him sat on the couch, watching some sort of sport or playing a game or twenty of FIFA.

God, I miss him.

At that moment, I'm not entirely sure if I even meant my dad or him.

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a/n: hoooolly maca(wayne)rooney! double update! this is is just under nine hundred words which is less than usual but tomorrow's sunday and i'm positive i'll be able to sneak an update or two.

you're an og nalea stan if you remember the superhero incident without me hinting at what they said.

anywho, enjoy the chapter and your morning/noon/night, wherever you are in this ginormous huge sadly polluted world.

guhhnight x.s ♡