“I was thinking more of a light green,” I said examining the paint cards.
My grandma held up a light green card, “Like this?”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been wanting,” she smiled at my excitement.
“Now we just need brushes,” she started pushing the cart.
My dad put extra spending money on my card. He just assumes that giving me money makes up for everything, but it doesn’t. Money doesn’t make things better. I’ve grown up with lots of money, so it just feels the same. With grandma’s recent suggestion of designing my room, I thought I would use the money for that. She told me to do whatever I wanted with it. She said she would use it as a guest room and I could come back and visit.
Leaving Home Depot we went to meat Drake for lunch.
“I’m sorry,” my Grandma blurted out in the car.
My gaze immediately left the window, “For what?” I was confused.
“I’ve been busy with work and the book club and running errands, I feel like I haven’t been there for you. You have so much going on and I acted like it was nothing.”
I was taken aback by this, “You have been wonderful to me. No one has ever been so kind to me then the people I’ve met here,” I took a deep breath, “My dad doesn’t really talk to me. He works all day and then comes home and goes to his room. Every night I eat dinner by myself. It all started once mom left when I was three. He was never the same.”
“He loved her,” my grandma smiled weakly, “I honestly know how you feel. He stopped calling to check on me and never would visit. That’s why I’ve never met you until now. I’m sorry about your dad. I’ll try to make sure you have the best time here.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as we pulled up to Taco Bell.
Drake was already inside talking on the phone.
“I gotta go, bye!” he said angrily and hanging up.
“Is everything okay?” I whispered as we walked up to the register to order.
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“I’d like the Fiesta Taco Salad with chicken and a Pepsi please,” my grandma ordered.
“I’ll take 4 chicken soft tacos and a side of Pintos N Cheese please,” I ordered as Drake grunted behind me. What’s his problem?
“Drink?” the lady asked.
“A Mountain Dew Baja Blast!”
Drake gave me a funny look and went to order his Volcano Burrito and a Pepsi.
“What was that all about,” I asked as we sat down at the table.
“Nothing, I just don’t think you can eat four tacos and the Pintos N Cheese. You’re skinny,” he laughed.
“Skinny doesn’t mean I can’t eat a lot,” I said taking a drink from my Baja Blast.
“I just don’t think you can do it,” he retorted.
“Wanna bet?” I smirked.
“Oh lordy,” my grandma sighed as she came and sat down next to me, “What are we betting?” she asked setting down the tray of food.
Grabbing my food I explained, “Thank you and Drake doesn’t think I can eat all of my food!”
Drake pulled out his wallet.
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Little Moments
Teen FictionMaribel Kappen lives with her rich lawyer dad in Nevada. On the first day of summer vacation her dad sends her to live with her grandmother in California that she has never met. Maribel is furious that she has to spend all summer with a woman she do...
