Becoming Us Again

Chapter 3: Dinner Disaster turns out not so bad

Today is a nightmare. Okay, maybe I'm being overdramatic, but I seriously just want to get over this whole day. Maybe if time moves slow enough, I might not live until dinner.

You might be thinking 'what's wrong with dinner?' Well, if you were in my position, you wouldn't be questioning that without a doubt.

Sometimes, I forget that my parents are friends with Seth's, funny right? No, not funny. Before we moved, we used to have dinner at each other's places all the time. It was like a family dinner / movie / game night. I used to love it.

Now? I'm dreading it. I don't hate Seth's parents, believe me. I love them. They're like my second parents. It's also been a while since I've seen them. Seth, however, is going to be the reason why I don't want to go. I'm going either way. Not only because it's rude not to attend, but because mom would drag me over there with them without my consent.

I sigh. My parents know what went down with Seth. The whole turning against me thing. Whether or not if it was hard to believe that Seth did that, my parents sided with me because they knew I wouldn't make up some ridiculous story. Of course, they want us to become friends since everything was all in the past.

In all honesty, I did forgive Seth, but I couldn't face him because he never gave a real sincere apology. Yeah, he has said sorry, but I want something more than an 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to' you know?

I want some type of explanation. That apology was crap. If he was really sorry, he would've really thought what happened between us and have a genuine long apology. It's been 3 years and that's all he could've came up with? Please, that wouldn't have even cut through as an apology 3 years ago, let alone now.

He needs to learn he really did hurt me. An apology like that isn't going to get him anywhere, especially not with me. He knows me better than that.... or at least he used to. Despite the fact that I changed my physical appearance and attitude, that doesn't change who I really am. Only if he knew.

I strap on my last sandal and get up to grab my bag. I'm wearing a light blue sundress. I may be more confident and a bit meaner, but it doesn't mean I'm goth.

I walk downstairs to be greeted by my wonderful family. My parents broke the news to me last night about tonight's dinner and by now, I'm calm.

"Morning, sweetie." Mom kisses my head.

"Morning, mom." I smile.

"Princess, had a good sleep?" Dad asks.

"Yeah, that bed does wonders when you want to forget some things."

"You're still going to the dinner." He says. "I know there's bad blood between you and Seth, but I can count on you to be civil, right?"

"Yes, dad." I chuckle.

"Morning, Joyie." Max grins up at me. "You look like a princess. Is that why daddy calls you a princess?" He asks.

I chuckle. "I don't know, ask him. But thank you."

He looks at dad and he nods.

"You also look dashing, don't you?" I smile at my baby brother.

His hair and clothes are neat and clean. I'm proud of him.

"Thanks Joy. I'm trying to impress this girl." He whispers to me, but mom and dad hear anyway

"Ooh a girl." Mom teases.

"Mom." He groans.

"Oh, I'm just teasing so what's her name?" She asks.

"Annabella Tyson I think."