Didn't See It Coming // c.s.

Didn't see that one Coming

With the end of the school year behind me and the entire summer ahead of me, my fate for the summer was all that was on my mind. I had plans with my closest friends and I really wanted to reflect this summer. But when my father was called out of the country on business, all of my summer plans came crashing down around me.

"Do I have to go?!" I'd been whining to my mom for days. She can usually be easily swayed, but for whatever reason she was set in her decisions this time.

"Yes, we've already discussed this,Taylor."

My mom was trying to force me to go to California and stay with my grandma all summer. I've met my grandmother all of twice. The last time I visited her mansion in Beverly Hills, I was seven. Back then it was a fun vacation spot, but now that I'm older I understand the Hollywood scene. It's shallow and I'm uninterested. I don't want to spend my summer with a bunch of uneducated wackos who are looking for a shot at fame. That's just not my crowd. I'd rather stay home, go to cheer camp, gymnastics meets, and dance recitals. Not the big screen.

"Please let me stay!" I begged for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"No. Your father and I have to go to Japan, and last time I checked, neither you or your sister could speak Japanese,"

I groaned. The downside to having business family. They ship you off to family members that are practically strangers when they get a nice business offer.

"I could learn! I'm smarter than Jess anyways! A whole summer will be plenty of time to learn," I tried to reason.

"No means no," She declared, eyes wide and threatening. Or at least I think they were supposed to be threatening.

I stormed up the stairs , making sure that I shook the house a little. I would rather them send me to Australia or Britain for that matter!

I knocked on my little sisters door, not waiting for an answer, and barging in seconds later. She was lounging on her computer, scrolling through tumblr. Her room was a mess with no sign of a nearing "vacation"

"Where's your bag? Have you packed anything?!" I hadn't packed anything, but I was fighting against it. Jess was overwhelmed with joy to go to California. It's more her scene anyways.

"No, moms packing for me," she rolled her eyes like it was something I should've already known.

"I hope you enjoy dressing like a nun in Cali," I sung. Something about our relationship was bitter sweet. I guess that's what it means to be sisters.

I unplugged her speakers then, she was making my ears bleed. Justin Bieber . Ew. " Please play something different,"I begged.

"Fine," She stuck in a new CD and hummed along "Sing for me?" She asked, eyes pleading. Ever since Jess and I were little, I had always sung to her. We used to have really bad nightmares after our older brother went missing, and it always made her feel better. It made me feel better too.

I didn't know the song well, but I caught on after a few repetitions.

I looked over and Jess had tears in her eyes. I stopped singing. I knew she was thinking about him too.

I walked up behind her and started brushing my fingers through her brown semi-wavy hair. Exactly like mine, only shorter. Jessica looks just like me, only younger. Pictures of me when i was 13 look exactly like she looks now.

"Want me to help you pack? You know mom is going to pack the ugliest things in your closet, right?"

"I know. Sure," I walked to her wardrobe and grabbed everything slightly attractive. Her fashion interests made me giggle a little. She was definitely a glitter queen. I wear shorts and a tank top most of the time. Well in the three months of warmth we have in Maine. If there's an ice age, it's definitely happening here.

"EWWW! Not those!" She screeched.

I laughed, holding up the pair of shorts I had just pulled out of her drawer "What's wrong with these?"

"Everything! They're too long. I'll look stupid," I sighed, an inch past the bottom of her butt, and they were too long. How pathetic. I was grateful to be past that era of my life. But booty shorts and crop tops are basically a right of passage. Everyone goes through that stage. They are the equivalent of blue eye shadow. Oh, middle school.