Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Forty-Two

"Hey American people! La regina is back home" I almost laugh at my joke as I don't even know if I said it right or not. I don't even know if my grammar is correct but I think I said the queen is back home.

The flight was okay, long, but okay since I took two flights consecutively. All of the time, I'd been with Harry anyways and he's a nice company.

At least I'm here and I get to skip one day of school.

"Hey Robbie! Hi Ivan, Joanne and Dana!" I yell gleefully and with my volume, they can probably hear me from anywhere in the house.

I see Robbie first who is just walking by the living room. I smile widely and run to him, giving him a short embrace as I kind of missed a familiar face.

"Hello, Miss Swift," he says. "How was your trip?"

"It was amazing! We should totally go there sometime! The architecture, the churches, everything is absolutely amazing. I can't wait to tell you everything about -"

"You're home, sweetie?" Mom asks, getting down on the stairs.

I smile shyly, "Y-Yeah." Obviously. And then I remember that I didn't even include mom in my greeting. "Hi mom."

Can't blame me, I'm still not used for her being around months are very different comparisons from the years that she isn't around.

"You're in luck, your father arrived just an hour ago."

"R-Really? Well, I'll let him know later." I mumble. "I still gotta tell Robbie everything!" I don't think it's unfair though, Robbie almost always knows things first before my parents and I've been used to it that way.

Is it unfair for my parents? I think so but, I've been so used to this already.

After telling Robbie everything, I go ahead and greet my mom and dad which, needless to say were a little too preoccupied with business calls so it isn't in my right to actually dive into a conversation.

The one day every two months agreement has long since expired since my eighteenth birthday but I do hope my dad keeps his promise that I'll get a year break before college because I'll be needing that.

And then the next day, I heard a few of our friends at home talking to my parents about how lively I seem to be after the trip to Barcelona. Well, I don't really know if it's entirely true but I don't have the actual knack to ask them. . . my parents, at the very least.

"Robbie," I call as I am again, seated in the backseat on the way to school. I take my earphones off before he answers.

"Yes, Miss Swift?"

"Did I change over the weekend?" I ask.

"Not entirely, you just seemed a little cheerful lately," he answers.

"What kind of cheerful?" I raise an eyebrow because maybe I felt excitement but I didn't know it went over the hedge the way they're saying it is.

"Sunshine and rainbows cheerful."

Really?! Damn! I am that cliche?! I cannot believe that as much as I don't want to. I can almost laugh at myself.

When we get to the school, Micha is at the parking lot. . . I don't know why but that's a first as she seems to be waiting for someone.

"Hey Micha, what's -"

"I hate you cats!" She yells at me and then hugs me in a bone-crushing embrace. "You freaking had the best time in Barcelona and I wasn't even allowed to go! Isabelli had the best birthday party ever!"