Can’t Get Enough: Chapter 2
“Foolish”
Perfect: Adjective
Definition: conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type: a perfect sphere; perfect gentlemen; excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement; entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings: the perfect crime.
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-Four Years Later-
I sat at the dinner table playing with my food. I sighed to myself as the butler poured more water into my glass.
"So sweetie," my step dad started, "you ready for college?” he asked.
I took a deep breath; here we go. "I don't think I want I go to college."
My parents almost chocked on their food and as for my brother, his just kept looking down at his plate.
"What?" my mom yelled. "What do you mean you don't want to go to college?"
"I don't know. I don't think it's for me, ya know?"
"Sweetie, why wouldn't you want to go to college? Louis went to college," my mother said.
"But he's not even using what he went to college for mom," I argued.
"That doesn’t matter, he still went."
I rolled my eyes. They treat me like a little kid and I hate it. "So then why don't you keep your money and let me do what I want?"
"And what is that?" my stepfather asked.
"I want to go to California with Lou," I said.
"California? And do what?" he asked.
"Have fun. I am only 18. I still want to have fun. College will always be there for me." I explained. Personally, I thought it was a valid argument.
"And where do you think you'll be getting this money to have fun with?"
"I have my saving-"
"That's our money." He said sternly.
"Fine, I don't want your money," I said before pushing myself out of my seat and leaving the dinning room.
I ran all the way to my room and shut the door behind me.
I was done with them. I didn't want anything to do with my parents anymore.
Ever since my dad died, Louis and I have been watched like hawks. We weren’t allowed to do anything.
But as if some miracle, his band was signed as was being flown out to Los Angeles, California the next day.
I really wanted to go with him. I knew I wouldn’t survive in that house without my only brother but also because, my boyfriend was out there and I hadn’t seen him in mouths.
In my frustration, I started packing all of my things, shoving all my clothes into a suitcase.
While I was packing, there was a knock at my door.
"I don't want to talk about it!" I yelled.
The person behind the door ignored my yelled and the door creaked open.
I walked over to the door. "I said I don't-"
The door opened and Louis pulled me into a hug. He kicked the door closed with his foot.
"I told them I'm bringing you with me," he said into my shoulder.
"And they said?" I mumbled into his chest.
