The Party Girl // Zane Hijazi

Chapter 11: Angelo

I got to my house, and walked through the laundry room door quietly. I walked through the dark corridors, and saw a big broad figure sitting within the dark, in a swivel chair placed in my dad's office. The door read "Angelo Meyers," because my mom felt that he needed a label on his office door.

His front faced the window, "Home late, as usual," his deep voice echoed. I stopped in front of the open double doors. "Hey dad," I said. He turned around and stood up. "Hey Brynlee," he said coming into the partial light coming from outside.

He hugged me tightly, and put my shoulders out in front of him to look at me. I looked him up and down. He wore a white dress shirt and slacks, but no shoes. "Did you do something different to your hair?" he asked. "No, I've been wanting to dye it though," I said. "How have you been, Brynlee-Boo," he asked, calling me by the name he created when I was little. I laughed. "I've been good," I said.

"Mom said you didn't care about my wellbeing," I added. He shook his head. "You know how your mother is, you also know you're my favorite out of the four" he said, his deep voice echoed. He basically guided me toward the kitchen. "Tell me about LA," he said.

I pulled a bar stood out at the counter as he rummaged through the freezer. "I have three roommates, Josh, Jessica, and Max, and I work at Buffalo Wild Wings," I said sitting down.

"Oh and I might have a boyfriend," I said. He grabbed a carton of cookies and cream ice cream, and two bowls.

"Good, good. Thinking about going to school out there?" he asked. I shrugged, watching him scoop the ice cream. "I've thought about it," I said.

"My people at Yale refunded the semester you dropped," he said, sliding me the glass bowl. "Mom's been busting my ass about how I wasting your money," I said, putting the spoon in my mouth. He shook his head. "No, no," he said. "I've got connections, If law isn't for you, it isn't for you," he smiled, his dimples indenting into his cheeks. I laughed, and ate another spoonful of ice cream. "Your mother said you caused a scene at dinner today," he said,

"She invited Andrew," I said.

He raised his eyebrows and ate a spoonful of ice cream. "Well she left that part out,"

"And I didn't cause a scene," I grumbled. He laughed, and ate another spoonful. "She's overdramatic,"

He leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "I never liked that boy," he said. "Mom only liked him because of how 'influential his mother is'," I said mocking her posh voice. My dad laughed, and we finished our ice cream.

"I'm taking the day off tomorrow, so we can go to that museum you like," he said. "Oh, you didn't have to do that dad," I said.

"My favorite child comes home after going awol and leaving for months, I'm going to take some time off to spend with her," he said, grabbing my bowl, and putting them in the sink. I smiled. "C'mere kiddo," he said, opening his arms for a hug. I gave my dad a big bear hug, and watched as he walked out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

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I woke up to the blinds in my room being drawn. I squinted at the figure in a matching silk pajama set opening the blinds. "Rosa?" I grumbled. "Hey baby," she said, unwrapping her hair from her night wrap to keep her hair beautiful. "What are you doing? What time is it?" I asked. She fluffed her huge bouncy curls.

"Your daddy told me I need to wake you up after your momma goes to her tea party meeting thing," she said waving her hands. I yawned, and laid back down, patting the bed next to me.

Rosa smiled, and laid next to me. "Did you call the Zane boy?" she asked. "Maybe," I said.

"Show me a picture of this boy," she said.