I can't stop twiddling my thumbs. I pull my hands apart and laid them out each on a thigh. I look out the window and recognized the street. Then I looked down and realized my fingers were tapping my thigh. To say I was nervous would be bit of an understatement. What if Grams wasn't there. What if she moved? That's not possible though, she loves that house. What if she... passed or something? I know that's a terrible thing to think of but I haven't seen or heard from her in five years. For all I know, she could be... you know... be gone. God, why am I being so pessimistic.
It's not that I didn't want to contact her. I did, but I just couldn't. I didn't have a number of grams and mom would refuse to even talk about her. Every time I brought her up, my mom would go ballistic and rage on about how she was trying to control us and tell us what to do.
I'm was actually really surprised five years ago when my mom told she was going to live in Maine with her boyfriend and I was coming with. I always thought that when my mom had a chance to leave me she would jump at it.
See, I am my mom's biggest mistake. When she was sixteen, some guy knocked her up. She doesn't even know who this guy is. So I kinda "took away her youth." Although she didn't even really raise me. Grams did all the work. That's why we love each other. We were so much closer than my mom and I will ever be.
Anyways, Grams had been pressuring my mom into getting a better job or doing something good with her life. Mom finally had enough and left. She ended up following her boyfriend of one week, to Maine(BTW, he cheated on her after the third week. None of her boyfriends were good.) I think I know the real reason why my mom made go with her. She just wanted to hurt Grams and taking me away was a hell of a good way to do it.
I was startled out of my thoughts by a voice saying "We here."
My head snapped up to the taxi driver. I comprehended what he said and then turned my head slowly towards the window. Sure enough, I was staring at a house. The front lawn had a beautiful garden with flowers that I don't know names of. The steps have white, wooded railings that lead to the white porch. When I was small, I used to draw this house as a rectangle with a triangle on top.
Handing the cab driver the amount due, I got out, retrieved my bags from the trunk and watched as the driver drove. I can do this. I picked up the duffel, and two big suitcases,(I didn't exactly pack light) then made my way to the door. When I was in front of it, I put the bags down and rang the doorbell. After waiting a minute I rang again. The fears and questions I had came rushing back but vanished when the door abruptly opens.I am staring at my grandma. She looks good and the same, minus the greys in her hair.
At first it seemed like she didn't recognize me then her eyes widened, when she looked into my eyes.
"Lilly?" She said in a disbelieving voice.
"Hey grams." Tears pooled in the corner of my eyes and took a step forward to pull her into my arms.
In turn she gripped me tightly. Then she pulled back and I can see the tears in her eyes as well. Her eyes roamed me before saying "Look at you. Not a little girl anymore, are you?"
I gave a chuckle. "I guess I'm not."
"Is your mother with you?" She said look king behind me.
"No, just me." I wiped my eyes and she did the same.
Her eyes went from me to the bags. She immediately took one of the bags and walked inside, saying "Come in-come in."
Taking the duffel and other suit case I followed her inside. Then she placed the the bag at the bottom of the stair case and I did the same. I was pulled into another hug and I realized something.
"Hey grams. I'm taller than you!" She laughed.
"I missed you so much." she said.
"I missed you too. I'm so sorry I haven't tried contacting you-"
"Your mother wouldn't let you though, right?"
"Well, right... but I still should have some how got through to you." I whispered.
She tilted my chin down so I was staring into her eyes and said "It doesn't matter sweetie, you're here now."
I gave her a small smile and nodded.
"Are you hungry? I just finished making myself a batch of oatmeal cookies." She said while turning to head for the kitchen.
Ew. "No thanks."
She grinned at me "Still don't like oatmeal?"
I grinned back "You know me so well." I love this women.
"How did you get here?" She asked, curiosity in her voice.
"I flew, and the got a cab."
"You could have called. I would have picked you up from the airport."
"Grams, I don't have your number."
"Oh. Right. Well, you want me to fix you up something.?"
I shook my head. "Not really hungry."
"How's Beth?"
I shrugged. I wasn't gonna lie and say she was good or okay.
"Sooooooo, I love that your here baby cakes but tell me why. Dosed Beth know?"
I winced. So hoping she wouldn't ask. I don't quite know how to explain why I'm here. "I told mom I was leaving but she doesn't know that this is where I came."
"Was she giving you a hard time or something?"
I nodded "Yeah, I guess you can say that."
"So you'll be staying here for a while?"
I nodded again
"Good. " She murmured with a bright smile on her face. "I'll call the high school tonight so you can register and start tomorrow.
Oh-my-god, how could I forget!
"Oh! How are the boys?" I asked excitedly. I'm finally going to be able to see them.
I watched my grandma's smile falter slightly. "I wouldn't know baby cakes. They stopped coming by a long time ago."
"Really?"
She nodded and her smile came back again. "Don't worry though. I'm sure you'll see them soon. Now take your bags up your room and get some sleep."
I did as the women asked. The next day I woke up took a shower and debated on how my hair should be. I blow dried it, then brushed it. I wasn't satisfied so I decided to do a "willow smith" and whip my hair around. After a couple seconds I look in the mirror and become satisfied with the beautiful chaotic look. The style doesn't work for a lot of people but I liked it. I put on foundation, lip gloss, and eyeliner, my three trusty companions. Finally, I finished my look by dressing in red skinny jeans, black boots, and a black and white striped top. Yeah. I am ready to take this day one.
