Forever And Always

Chapter 2: So We Meet Again

                 I woke up in a new room with new walls, new floors, and a new me. I know it sounds stupid, but I really do feel different in this house then I did in my house back in Cali. I looked out the window to see the bright sun staring down at me. Birds were chirping. It looked like one of the places you would see in a princess movie. I finally sat up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I got into the shower and turned the water as warm as I could handle. I shampooed my hair with my Strawberry Suave. It was about a 30 minute shower, but you know, it was the morning. I stepped out of the bathtub and put my robe around me. I brushed threw my long hair, and then blow dried it. I put on a little bit of mascara. Truthfully, I do not like make-up, but I figured I'd wear it just for today.

                I walked back into my room and got dressed. I picked a Live, Laugh, Love, Rock shirt the I got from Hollister, and a pair of white shorts on. I pinned my bangs back and let the rest of my hair fall to my shoulders. I put on a blue, and orange sock (because I'm just that cool. Not) and grabbed my shoes and went upstairs. My parents were sitting on the love seat watching T.V. I tried to walk past them but...

                  "Just were do you think you're going?," my mom asked in a slightly rude attitude.

                 "Well I was planning on getting breakfast," I said back. She gave me that look as if I was up to something.

                 "You're up late," she replied back to me. I looked up and the clock and saw it was barely past 9:30.

                 "Yeah, if you count 9:37 as late. Plus, I'm up earlier then Grace." Grace... She was my 13 (almost 14) year old little sister. I swear she tries to make my life a living hell. She can be such a sweetheart at times, but most of the time... I want to go full out and scream at her. She had brownish- blondish hair that went about an inch past her shoulders. She was 2 inches taller than me. Yes, I'm short. Don't judge. Her eyes were blue, but at times they were hazel. We look NOTHING alike. No one knows we are related until I tell them.

               "Okay Samantha, leave your sister out of this," she said. "We're having LeAnn and Richard over today, so you won't be leaving anytime soon."

              "Who's LeAnn?," I asked curiously.

               "She's your mom's best friend. They went to high school together," my dad replied.

                "She was at my wedding and she was there when you were born. She had a son, but I can't remember his name. You two would always play together when you were little," my mom said with a smile. I was about to say something when the door bell rang. My mom jumped up to answer it. "Go tell your sister to hurry," she yelled to me. I did as I was told.

                I walked straight to her room and opened her door. She was still asleep, of course. I took a pillow and smacked it against her face. "Get up," I said to her as she moaned. I hit her again. This time, it was harder. She then kicked me in the stomach, pushing backwards. OK... fine. "Grace. Harry Styles is in our living room." And with that she jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. I chuckled to myself a little before going and joining the others. 

              I walked into the living room and saw my mom and dad sitting on the couch. "There she is," my dad said with a smile and put his arm around me. I looked at him with a confused smile. Then, I turned and saw 3 people. A lady, about the same age as my mom. She wore long, navy jeans and a floral t-shirt. Her blonde hair was to her shoulders. You could tell she got a few brown highlights. I'm guessing that's LeAnn. Then, there was a man about my dad's age. He wore tan shorts, and a baseball t-shirt. He's hair was balding, but still had most of it. I guessed that was Richard. Then, there was him. He wore a white and gray baseball shirt, that you could see his muscles in, and long, blue jeans. He hair was shaggy and brown. Skaterboyish, you could say. He had white, sparkly teeth, and a smile to die for. He was tan, and absolutly adorable. "You remember Samantha, right?" my dad said curiously.

            "Well how could we forget? These two would hang out constantly," LeAnn said with a laugh. She gave me a hug and then said, "And you remember James?" 

            "Well, how could we forget?," my dad said, trying to be funny. "Samantha, why don't you and James go catch up? Let us adults talk for awhile."

             "Umm... I guess so." I said back, looking at James. I asked him if he wanted to with my eyes. He just smiled back at me, so I took it as a sure. "Let's go," he said to me, and with that we walked out the door.