-Miranda's POV-
My headphones were in, as I listened to another Miley Cyrus song, Wrecking Ball being my favorite. I respected Miley unlike most people who dislike her now after she changed from Disney Miley to almost-fully-naked-on-a-wrecking-ball Miley. My mother tapped my shoulder and pointed at the open window on the plane. I looked out and saw the Big Ben, she looked happy about seeing it. Coming to London often you get use to it and it looses it's touch after the first couple of times.
This is her first time coming to London so I let her gush on about how beautiful the city looks from up here. Soon enough the pilot came on the speaker welcoming us to London and telling us we will be arriving on time and to put our trays and seats up in the upward position. I took the last gulp of my coke in a plastic cup and threw it in the black trash back that the airplane attendant was holding up when she was walking up and down the aisle.
Once we landed I turned on my phone as I stood up from my seat waiting for people to get off the plane. There was only one message from my dad that said he would be a bit late from picking us up from the airport, and that they can't wait to see us. Us. He meant Vivian and him. I grabbed my bag from the overhead and wheeled it off the plane following behind my mother. I knew she couldn't wait to see him, it has been almost 9 years. They talk over the phone, but usually about me and how I'm doing on school. yet they haven't had a real conversation in what seems like forever.
We walked off the plane and into the terminal. I looked both ways looking for the exit. People were gathered near the terminal waiting to get on the plane we had just got off too, to get to their next location.
We walked out of the airport and looked around for my fathers car, of course my mother had no clue what it looked like so basically it was just me looking. I finally spotted his car driving our way as he honked his horn multiple times. I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit, he was always a bit of a crazy one. He rolled down his window as he slowly approached us.
"Hop in!" He smiled, opening the back of the van. My mother got into the passenger seat after throwing her bag in the back.
"Hi Scott, it's great to see you again!" She smiled as they hugged over the seat. "You too Lydia. It's been far to long. What have you been up too?"
"Oh you know, raising our daughter." She laughed, my father started driving out of the airport. I stayed quiet in the back trying to mind my own business. They continued on a long conversation and it almost seemed normal, like we were a family an actual family. I was starting to believe it too until my father brought up the wicked step mother of the West.
I sunk into my seat at the sound of her name. "Miranda, Vivian can't wait to meet you. She was gonna come but she had last minute wedding details and she thought it would be good if we got caught up alone."
"That's fine." I murmured. More than fine actually.
"Good then, you girls hungry? We could go get something to eat." I looked down at my stomach and heard it growl. I was hungry in fact the only thing I ate today was a bagel for breakfast and a snickers I got on the plane. I was starved. "Yes please." They both laughed at me and they were debating between Italian and Mexican. I said Mexican cause Italian food just doesn't agree with me.
We finally pulled into a Mexican buffet place. I ran in asking for a table for three. When they got in they both were laughing and I was confused. "This is how you raised my daughter? To run in a restaurant?"
"You mean our daughter? Well maybe if you were there she wouldn't of." I was confused most parents fight over stuff like this but they were laughing like I was some kind of a joke. What the hell is going on? I've never been so confused. Actually scratch that yes I have. When they were trying to explaning to me when I was twelve that I was a planned baby to people who weren't married.
The waiter brought us to our table which was a booth in the back of the room. The place smelt of melted cheese on nachos and the smell of salsa danced with in my senses. "So tell me a bit about Vivian." My mother rang, Oh please don't.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna run to the bathroom." I insisted standing up from my seat.
