Chapter Four
The drive to the mall was quiet and I wonder what is the reason why Mom took so long to fetch me. Is she keeping something from me. I was about to ask her why she seems to be so quiet when. . .
"Marlee sweetheart, what's bothering you? Aren't you planning to answer that call?" Mom worriedly asked.
I stare at her for a moment then I realized that my phone is in deed ringing. I checked the caller ID but it is an unknown number, I answered it quite hesitantly.
"uhmmm.. Hello??"
no answer.
I tried again. "Hello?! who's this?"
Still, no answer. I ended the call. Weird. Who could that be?
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We arrived at the mall at exactly 4pm. I have a three hour shift every weekdays at the local dinner that starts at 8. I still have 4 more free hours before I go to work. So I waste no time and go to each store that caught my attention with Mom trailing behind.
After about two hours of walking in and out of each stores my hands are full of shopping bags and my feet aching for some rest. I missed this. I can't remember the last time I went shopping with Mom.
"Who wants pizza?" Mom asked. Totally reading my mind.
"I do!!" I said raising my hand.
She smiled and took me to the place where they sell the most delicious pizza ever.
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This place reminds me of so many memories. But I'm so hungry for flashbacks and pushed it back in the back of my head.
"I talked to Mrs. Lincoln." Mom started while I'm devouring my pizza.
Mrs. Lincoln is one of the most important clients, she and my father have. My parents are entrepreneurs, a very workaholic one I may add but they still manage to allot time for me. Though I admit that in other times it's not enough. I can't blame them though they just wanted to provide our needs.
"What about her?" I asked, not quite interested. I never really imagined myself taking over our business. I'm more interested in the field of Literature if anyone would ask.
"Well, your father and I were very lucky to closed a deal with her." She replied. I don't understand, why is she so serious about it. Isn't she supposed to be happy?
"That's great! Why don't you looked so happy about it?" I asked. I watched how Mom and Dad worked so hard to get this deal, and I'm glad they did great, their hardworks have paid off. They wanted to expand our business and Mrs. Lincoln is the best person who can help them.
"Well... You know it's hard for us to do this.., but your father and I will be leaving for an out-of-town trip for weeks." She spoke, I can hear the clear sadness in her voice.
"That long?!" I whined, I'm not quite sure how to take this news. Am I supposed to be glad they're leaving? or should I panic because I'm about to live alone without them. I can't even cook to save my life! all I know is how to re-heat our food in the oven.
"10 days or more, nothing's really sure right now. We'll keep in touch don't worry. The thing is you'll gonna have to stay at the Michaels' residence for a while. We both know why and it's not open for discussion." Mom finished, not letting me decide for my own. like I said they're not always the best parents.
"Mom we both know I can't stand their son. Besides we're doing perfectly fine staying out of each others lives." I whined.
"I know darling. Your father and I already talked about it and we already talked to them. You know we can't risk leaving you alone or with someone we don't know. We just wanted what's best for you. We love you." She tried to explain.
I think I'm about to cry. I can feel tears blurring my vision. The knot I feel in my stomach is not helping either. The thing is, Sam and my parents are college buddies. They've known each other their whole life. When I was younger we used to spend holidays together which made Sam and I bestfriends. Our families grew apart though, especially when my parents had gotten pretty busy with their schedules but that doesn't mean their relationships did too. They manage to keep in touch and support each others backs.
My parents are aware I'm not in good terms with Sam, they don't know the reason why though. But they suspect it's more of like relationship-gone-bad kind of problem, that I'm sort of like bitter about it. And I didn't really bother correcting them, I really don't care about what they think especially when it concerned Sam. I'm just glad they did not questioned me about the reason. Another factor why I love them, they don't press things when it's still not ready.
On the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Michaels treated me like their own daughter, and I've got no problem with them, It's their son that is my problem.
"When are you guys leaving?" I asked, a little hurt. I can't believe they did not consider my feelings when they made this decision. I can't really blame them though, I didn't exactly tell them what happened between me and Sam, but still ..... I'm their daughter, they should've atleast considered me.
"Wednesday." Mom replied.
"Why so soon?" I cried. I can't believe they're leaving me. This is probably the longest period we will be separated.
"I know sweetheart, but we will be back before you know it." Mom replied smiling sadly. I know it's hard for them as much as its hard for me. Though mine will be a millimeter harder considering Sam in the picture. That guy is insufferable.
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When we got home, I rested for an hour and went to go to the diner. Thinking the whole time what could happen during those weeks.
I can't believe we will be living under the same roof. I bet the whole student population is willing to do everything just to be on my situation. I can't believe How unlucky I am.
On the other hand, did he received the news? what was his reaction when he found out I'll be living with him for a couple of days?
Sam Michaels.
Why can't we just spend our lives without crossing each others paths. I'm sure it'll be easier that way.
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