Our Messed Up Thing

chapter 2

As my parents and I get into the car on our way to a weird organization based on schools - of which i cannot remember its name -, my nerves start creeping in. How am I supposed to make new friends? What about my career, my future?

L.A does have a wide range of opportunities i could take but still, I will miss Miami.
You have Archie, you have Archie, you have Archie... I keep repeating to myself in my head. Fudge, i'm scared- terrified really. But everything will be just fine.

Right?

As we enter this small modern-looking office, which is covered with walls probably whiter than the snow, I am greeted with a sincere smile from a short lady sitting behind a glass desk. I don't know how it hasn't collapsed yet considering the weight of all the utilities placed on it including a huge Mac computer. As my parents and I sit on the transparent chairs leaving my brother standing, until my dad offers him his seat, the lady starts explaining some stuff about this very popular college- supposedly the one Arch and I are going to- and how there are courses for every type of subject.

My mom explains to her that I am interested in Photography however am willing to go into the Architecture world as a second option (just because my parents probably don't think I can make it in the world of fame- I don't blame them, they're most likely right).

The nice lady says something that really captures my attention. "Oh yes, in this school there's a photography club," Oh great, a photography club. That's usually for geeks. Well, it won't be THAT bad, will it? "But it's not the stereotypical one; it's had huge success in the States. It is really good and a lot of time is dedicated to it; but of course, the teachers help the alumni balance it with their studies so there's really nothing to worry about." I'm not sure if she's being honest or if she's just trying to win more money by convincing my parents. She's nice though, but maybe too nice.
            "There's a perfect balance of boys and girls; and no, not all boys are gay." Whoever said that we thought the boys doing photography would be gay? Plus, so what if they're gay? "So your daughter can get her flirt alert on!" She says in an excited way that makes me cringe. It also makes my father shift uncomfortably while stood up and looking down, just as my mom tries to smile but fails miserably and my brother laughs his butt off.

The rest of the meeting works smoothly and after what felt like an actually short period of time, we get in the car on our way to meet the Scotts, Archie's family, to talk about the move.

Mr and Mrs Scott welcome us with huge smiles as always, and present some home-made cookies which I used to bake with Mrs Scott when I was younger. As they all enter the living room already starting the small talk, I ask Mr Scott where Archie is, knowing he's in his room. But I still feel uncomfortable going there without his parents knowing. "He's upstairs sweetheart." I smile thanking him as I climb up the wooden steps.

As I open the door, I find Archie lying on his bead scrolling up his phone.

"Hey," I say as I make my way to sit next to him.

"Hey," He says not looking up, still scrolling. There's definitely something wrong.

"What's up?" I ask with a pop on the p of up.

"Not much," His frown turns into a straight line which makes something in my stomach tense. I have to cheer him up somehow.

"You wanna hear a joke?"

"I'm not really in the mood-"

"Knock knock," I start.