Scandalous (Slow Updates)

Nine

Song: Who Do You Love- 5 Seconds of Summer

"Kara, honey, why don't we spend the day together? It's my only day off."

It had been hard to believe I wasn't still dreaming. 

I squinted up at my mother, who was hovering over me as I lazily laid on the couch, remote in one hand, other hand stuffed deep in a bag of white cheddar popcorn. It was the first day in a long time the group didn't have plans, or didn't make moves to make plans, and I was taking full advantage of just chilling out relaxing as I watched reruns of Friends on TV. And to make things better, the episode I had been watching was when Rachel and Phoebe caught Chandler and Monica beginning the dirty deed, and then tried to hide it from Ross who walked in behind them. A classic, if you asked me.

"It's my only day off as well, mother."

Mom rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips, assuming her typical prissy politician stance. Definitely not a dream. "You don't work, Kara, and if you're talking about sleazing around with that group of yours, I would hardly call that a hard day of work, but rather a day spent in jail rotting away."

"I just so happen to like rotting away in a jail cell with my group. It's rather enlightening."

I found it hilarious, but the woman just wasn't having it. "I expect you to be ready in five minutes. And don't wear your usual attire, please. I don't want to be embarrassed in public."

Ah, mother. Always so courteous.

With much regret boiling in me, I reluctantly stood, trudged to my room to change, and walked back out to the kitchen where mom was sipping her everyday bland iced mocha. When her eyes roamed over my outfit-- light denim jeans and a mint green V-neck, completely different from my normal attire-- she still sent me a look of disapproval.

The woman could not be pleased.

Without a word, we walked out to her car, and she took us to a high end diner at the end of town near the rich neighborhood. Most people wondered why we didn't live in that part of town, seeing as mom was rich because of being a politician and having numerous sugar daddies, as I called them, and honestly, not even I knew the answer to that. I knew for a fact our house held no value to mom, and that she would have much rather lived in one of those big, pretentious mansions, so I had finally come to the conclusion that the only reason we didn't live in that neighborhood was because of me. I mean, for God's sake, mom was embarrassed to be seen in public with me and for people to even recognize me as her daughter. I could only imagine the embarrassment she would have felt when I walked out of the house in my everyday clothes, compared to the kids in that neighborhood who came out in their stupid little school girl uniforms.

Once a hostess sat mom and I, we immediately began silently looking through the menu. As usual, the tension between my mother and I was thin enough to be cut with a knife, but hey, I had little to no care about it. She could have easily fixed our problem, but the only thing she concerned herself with was her politics and boyfriend of the week.

After the waiter returned to take our order, mom clasped her hands together, sitting as if she had a rod in her back. "So, Kara, I brought you out to discuss important matters with you."

"Let me guess. You're leaving for the week?"

"No. That's next week."

"Huh. You're going to lecture me on my horrid clothing choices?"

"No, but while we're on the subject, you do need to throw all those clothes out. They just aren't acceptable for a politician's daughter."

"Well. Ooh, wait. I know! You have a new boyfriend of the week!"