Maybe(A Liam Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Birthday

Chapter 1
6:30 A.M. Today was finally the day. My 18th birthday. Today is the day that I'm finally leaving this place to pursue my longtime dream of an acting career. July 20th is the day that my life finally starts. I rip my chevron printed comforter off of myself and stretch. Slipping on my favorite pair of slippers, I walk over to my make up vanity table. Wow, I think. I'm an adult now. I don't see any physical difference, but I feel completely different. Grabbing the outfit I've had picked out for months now, I head for my bathroom.
When I entered the bathroom, I glanced at the mirror again. I still don't look any different. Picking up my neon pink tooth brush and spreading toothpaste on, I continue to stare at myself in my slightly dirty mirror. My eyes twinkle with an excitement like I've never seen before. My cheeks are flushed with a radiant pink color. I really am a different person. I spit the toothpaste out and put my toothbrush back in its place before undressing and stepping into the shower. I wash and condition my hair, scrub my body and shave. Stepping out, I wrap a fluffy white towel around my self and quickly dry off. I pull on a pair of high waisted denim shorts and a plain white crop top. I moisturize my body and wrap my hair in a towel and walk back to my room.
I'm going to be in a car all day, so there's really no point in putting on a full face of makeup. I simply dab concealer under my eyes, apply a couple coats of mascara, and smudge a tinted lip balm on my lips. Shaking my hair out of the towel, I'm too lazy to put it back so I just throw it on the ground. I brush my hair and decide to just let it air dry into it's natural waves. All of my stuff is already packed, except for my bedding and toiletries. I quickly pack the rest of my things and hop downstairs to get breakfast.
My mom is already up and making coffee.
"Happy birthday sweetie." She says with a smile.
"Thanks" I say with a half smile. I love my parents, but I really just can't wait to get out of here. Opening the pantry, I grab a box of Mini-Wheats, and make myself a bowl of cereal. My mom pours a mug of coffee and hands it to me without a single word. Both of my parents want me to stay here, because they think my career choices are "unrealistic and a waste of time". I know they love me and they think they know what's best for me, but I guess they don't understand my passion for acting. "I'm hoping to leave by noon. Most of my stuff is already in the car." I say before taking a sip of my coffee.
"That sounds good. If you need help let me know." She half speaks, half sighs.
"Look mom, I know you and Dad don't exactly support me moving to California or my career choices, but please try and act a little excited" I instantly regret saying that.
"I love you, and I don't want to see you fail or get hurt. This could end very badly and I don't want that for you. I just wish you'd stay here a little longer." I can already see the tear run down her face. I look over and see my dad standing in the doorway, watching the whole thing.
"Your mother's right. We want the best for you and we don't want to see you get hurt." My dad says as he walks over to my mom and tries to console her. Both my parents have known about me wanting to move for a long time now, and their reactions have always been the same. I hated hurting them, but I needed to do this.