P A I G E
"Ryder!! Where is the box with all my clothes!!?" I screamed. We have finally moved houses, out of that scruffy old apartment, where my mom and dad used to live.
"How an I suppose to know?!" Ryder screamed back. Ryder could be so annoying sometimes, I really couldn't stand him.
"Whatever ill ask Cameron." I said, I walked down the wooden staircase and found my mother and Cameron smooching by the front door of our new home.
Yes. My mom and Cameron were a thing, they became a thing when I was about six or seven. I've hated it, because the only person I've ever imagined my mom with is my dad, and I haven't seen him ever since the accident. And my mom refuses to tell me where he has gone.
"If I could please interrupt your kissing, I'd like to know where the box with all my clothes is." I said rather sternly.
"It's in the kitchen I was going to bring it up for you but then..." Cameron said. "You got caught up kissing my mom, yeah I get it." I said walking to the kitchen. I heard small footsteps from behind me and I knew my mom was close behind.
"Paige Reynolds! Can you please start showing Cameron respect?" She barked. "Mom your 29 stop acting like a strict mom from the movies." I scolded her while getting my box and walking away.
"I know your a very upset and angry girl, but listen. I have been trying to replace your father with Cameron and I love Cameron, he has been helping out with you guys since you were both baby's!" She yelled at me.
"Replace? You want to replace my dad? I love my dad!! And you refuse to let me see him!! He was always there for me before the accident! And before you got yourself knocked up with Nash's baby!!" I said, dropping the box.
I heard a sniffle from above my head, and saw Ryder crying. "Ryder?" I asked. "Leave me alone." Ryder said walking away. He always hated when myself and my mother argued, because whenever we did one of us would mention Nash and that got Ryder upset, knowing he looks just like Nash.
"I'm going out with Noah tonight, and I'm staying over at his house." I said about to walk up the stairs.
"I thought we talked about this, no staying over at boys houses." My mother said.
"Well you did it, isn't that how I was made when you stayed over with my dad?" I spat.
"Go to your room Paige." My mom said.
"I will Zoë."
