The Result of an Andrews Boy

For now

"I don't see the problem with it." Bridget's says throwing a dress aside and continuing to search through my closet.

"You're kidding me right? It looks like I'm a prostitute!" I exclaim holding up the small piece of fabric.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." She pushes aside a pair of jeans and squeals at a short leather jacket I have. "I have the most perfect outfit for this." She says and goes to my drawers pulling out my black jeans with a slit in the knee. She pulls a black and white skin tight crop top off a hanger in the closet and throws the clothes at me. She pick up black heeled booties from the floor in my closet and throws those at me too.

"Bri-"

"Nope, go change." She orders shooing me away.

I sigh and haul myself to the bathroom. I throw on all the clothes and the outfit doesn't look bad. I slip on the shoes and walk out. Bridget looks up from her phone and smiles at me. "Perfect."

"It's not bad." I say showing no expression.

"Shut up you love it. Where is he taking you anyways?" She asks as she runs her hands over my dads guitar that he gave me. I hate so badly when people touch it. It kills me.

"Uh no clue actually. It's a mystery." I say trying to sound excited even though I hate surprises with a burning passion.

"You hate surprises." She says crossing her arms and popping her hip.

"Shut up." I mumble rolling the mascara wand over my eyelashes.

She laughs. "I'm going to Kayla's. Have fun on your date." She says emphasizing the date part.

"Its not a date Bridget!" I yell before putting lip gloss on.

"Not a date huh?" I hear Jay say and my lip gloss flies out of my hand.

My hand goes to my chest as I breathe heavily. "Jay! What the hell!?"

He laughs as he walks into my room. "Well hey doll."

"Shut up. What are you doing here?" I ask searching my floor for lips gloss tube.

"Thought I'd stop by early." He says looking around my room.

"You can't come downstairs with me. Use a door for once." I mutter picking the tube up.

"Your no fun." He pouts.

I pat his cheek like mom does to Seth when she fakes sympathy. "Poor thing. Now go."

He smirks before leaping back to his house. Lunatic.

I roll my eyes before grabbing a purse and my phone and going downstairs. I get into the kitchen and Mom i busy making dinner and I hear dad ranting on and on about how his batting average might get passed up. Not important to me.

"He's a rookie Hay!" Dad exclaims and Mom just shakes her head and laughs.

"I think you'll live Jason." She says with an eye roll.

"No I won't! I worked hard for that title and some rookie is just going to come in and take that all away from me. Its just insane." Dad says before taking a swig of his beer.

"Dad calm down." I say coming in.

He glances over at me. "That right there is the only person in our house who cares about my retired career."

I roll my eyes. "He's not going to pass your average dad. The season will be over soon anyways so there's really no need to worry." I say assuring him.

"There's everything to worry about." Dad mumbles and mom and I smile.

The door bell rings. "I'll get it!" I announce.