-Miranda's POV-
*Next Day*
I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel that I had laid on the ground around my body. I had woken up a bit earlier than planned and had decided to shower since I reeked of body odor. I had a nightmare last night and it had really gotten to me. Everyone I believe was still sleeping except Lucas who I could hear from his room downstairs as he jumped up and down on his bed.
I picked up my clothes from the ground and held them in one hand while I held the towel in place with the other. I opened the door and walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I got changed fairly quick into a pair of white pants and a grey sweater (like the picture above). I put on a pair of black flats and walked down stairs and into the kitchen. I raided the fridge and fetched myself a bowl of Cheerios.
"Morning." My father said walking into the kitchen with his blue robe on. He let out a loud yawn which I think could've woke the entire house up. I nodded and he grabbed the box of cereal I left on the counter along with the milk. I've had a habit of not cleaning stuff up after I've made a mess.
I finished up as my father had taken a seat next to me and put it in the sink after dumping the milk down the drain. "Vivian should be out in a minute." This was it my life was gonna end the moment she steps in the kitchen. Well my life ended the moment she met my dad, but still.
I went into the fridge once again and grabbed a granny smith apple and pierced my teeth into it. I shut the door to the fridge and when I turned around there she was Vivian, with her blonde curly hair that fell down to her shoulders. She has a wide smile on her face "Oh my gosh, it's so nice to finally meet you!" She gushed walking over to me with her arms open wide as she squished me in between her arms and overly sized breast.
"Scott, you didn't nearly describe her to be as beautiful as you told me!" Wow haven't heard that in every corny novel and movie known to man. She was trying to hard and any person could smell that as they walk into the room. "Sorry." He said shrugging his shoulders while stuffing another large spoonful of Cheerios in his mouth.
"He's talked so much about you, like I feel like I already know you!" Strike two.
"Nice to meet you too." I said as bluntly as possible as she let go.
I threw the unfinished apple in the contractor trash. "So I've made an appointment to get your bridesmaid dress fitted. Now these were last minute plans so we have to be there on time. So if you'd like to finish getting ready I'll meet you back here in ten minutes." She smiled. I nodded without making another peep. I walked back upstairs and into my mothers bedroom where she was doing her hair in the mirror. I sat at the end of her bed and she looked at me through the mirror.
"Morning."
"Why in the hell are we here? I don't want to be here and I sure as hell don't want to be in the wedding."
"Come on sweetie, you have to. It's your fathers wedding."
"Maybe if it was you two's wedding." She started giggling in the mirror and a long giggle at that as well. "Funny, me and your father are just very good friends." Yeah friends with benefits who had a child together, but want nothing to do with a relationship. I sat up and walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. I loved my mother dearly but sometimes I wish she would find someone as well, like my father for example.
"What are you doing today?" I asked.
"Scott and Lucas are taking me to explore London." I nodded and unraveled my arms. I walked out of her room and was close to my room when I noticed the room at the end of the hallway, Harry's room was shut but his music was loud. I was curious of what he looked like, I've only seen a glimpse of him.
Then again why do I care, I mean the kid was in jail for who knows how long, for who knows what. Now he's living in my fathers house, eating his food, and sleeping in his beds. I can't believe my father aloud something like this. How could my father rant on about how smart and nice he is if he went to jail? I blinked my eyes and walked back into my room grabbing a sweatshirt from my unpacked suitcase that laid on the floor.
I walked back downstairs and met Vivian in the living room as her eyes were glued on her phone. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded and we walked out to the car to who the hell knows where.
God no, hell to the no. I was not going to wear that hideous bridesmaid dress even if they paid me a million dollars. Sadly I had already told Vivian that I would and we were already home. I wanted to tell her that I hated the dress cause it was so damn ugly. But she wouldn't shut the fuck up on how good I looked in it.
She had insisted on taking me out for lunch but I had told her I was a bit tired and would just grab a bite at home. I walked through the front door with Vivian following behind me. I heard laughter going on in the living room and I followed the voices to find my mother, father, Lucas and the back of a boy with curly hair.
"Hi sweetie." My father said. I smiled "-This is Harry." He pointed. The boy stood up and I suppose it was Harry. He got up and turned around so he was facing me. I looked up and down noticing he had brown bouncy curly hair, green orbs, tattoo sleeves, and a couple of piercings one on his eye brow, nose, ear and lip.
"And Harry this is my daughter Miranda." I smiled slightly trying not to be rude by starring. "Nice to meet you." He had a deep husky voice.
"You too."
"You girls are back early." My dad said talking to Vivian as she walked up behind me and taking a seat next to him. "Yeah, in and out." They started to talk more wedding details and I zoned out. I noticed Harry has slipped out of the room as soon as the word 'dresses' came up. I wasn't much into this as well. I got up and walked upstairs into my bedroom shutting the door behind me.
I logged onto my laptop and decided to start my valedictorian speech. It had surprised me and half of the senior class that I was valedictorian. I mean I knew I was smart but I had no idea I was 4.0 smart. My mother and father were both very proud of me, but not as proud to be talking about since the wedding had came up.
Once I finally gotten bored of typing, which was only 40 words into the speech I decided to take out my sketch pad and doodle. I ended up drawing the outline of Harry's face and I had no idea how that ended up happening. I ripped the page and crumpled it in my hand throwing it in the trashcan as it rebounded off the wall and into the trash.
Moxie walked into my room and jumped onto my bed taking a seat next to me. I petted behind her ear, as she purred lightly. There was a knock on my door "Come in." I said, the door opened to a light crack and Vivian's head popped in. "Hey, we're all going out to eat. Want to come?"
"Um no thanks, I have some make-up work to do."
"Alright, we'll bring left overs." She slightly frowned shutting the door behind her. I looked out the window holding the curtain in my hand as I watched them all gather into my fathers van. They drove away leaving me alone in the house. Or so I thought until I heard music blaring from the end of the hallway.
I didn't mind it at first until it started to give me a headache. I walked down the hallway and knocked on his door twice until Harry opened the door. "Mind turning it down?" I asked loudly, trying to override the loud music. If that's what he calls music, screaming.
"What?" He asked, even louder.
"Turn it down," I yelled. He walked back into his room and turned off the stereo. "What?" He asked again, knowing he didn't hear a word I said.
"Would you mind turning your music down, is what I said."
"Sure."
"Thank you." I said before turning around and heading back to my bedroom.
