Again

Chapter 2.

The rest of the day seems to fly by and I find myself thinking about all three of us, having separate lives in different Colleges. A lump is forming in my throat every time I have to think about leaving my friends and family. Our conversation from this morning in the car is trying to make its way back into my mind and as hard as I try to suppress it, it somehow manages to make its way through.

It is true that I would love to go on parties, meet boys and do what most teenagers my age do as well. But every time I would ask my mother or Bob they would avoid my questioning with full force. And I am sick of fighting.

''What on earth is he doing here?''

''I don't know,'' I say as I park my car in front of our house.

Harry's family lives opposite from our house. He's usually never home, because he already finished High School and goes to College. Flashes of him at night driving away and coming home at three in the morning come into my mind. I would wake up from the noise he would make when (if) he came home. I used to go to my big window and saw him stumbling forward and into the house.

My mother does not like him much, even though she likes his parents. They are good friends who like to meet up once in a while. I never spoke or even properly met him.

''Would you please stop starring?"

Emma pulls my arm as we make our way to the door. ''Wait, so you want to tell me that you don't find him hot?!''

''He's okay.'' Liar.

''So you say you don't find him attractive!?''

''Tattoos are not my thing.'' L i a r. I push the door open, being greeted with my mum and Bob who sit at the kitchen isle drinking coffee.

''Look who came home!'' Bob exclaims as my mother wraps me in a big hug.

When people hear about how my mum's against me going out, they usually assume that she's a very strict person and that we don't get along. But it's the opposite actually, I love my mum she's always there for me.

Heather and Emma stand by the door, also hugging my uncle and mother. ''Hi Ms. Davis. How are you?''

''Good girls thanks for asking. Are you guys hungry?''

I nudge Bob in the side who nods, smirking. ''How about Pizza!!'' he shouts. My mother turns around, eyes wide as she swats his arm. My mum is all for healthy eating, but healthy does not always taste good. So Bob likes to sneak out getting us some food we like. They fight a lot over that.

''Bob!''

''Jane!'' he mocks my mother's voice. She rolls her eyes, scratching her forehead, obviously tired.

''Yeah, okay.'' she agrees. I high five Bob whom chuckles. ''But this is the last time, alright.''

It never is.

''Of course mum.'' I wrap my arm around her shoulders. ''Love you!''

The girls already run upstairs, cheering. I kiss my mum on the cheek, shouting a 'thank you' before following my friends. When I get upstairs, Heather and Emma jump onto my bed. I place my bag under the window at the other side of my room.

Just as I'm about to turn around I look down to our street, seeing a curly haired boy jogging out of his own house. Looking up as well our eyes meet and before I know what I am doing I raise my hand waving. Even though we never officially met, I use to wave at him or smile friendly. My mother raised me well, and taught me to always be friendly. He looks a little confused before he jumps into his car, driving away.

Well, that's rude.

''Who are you waving at?''

''Nobody,'' I rush taking my notebook out of my bag and sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the bed. ''H, can you help me with this?''

Thirty minutes after studying, my head falls onto the floor. ''Stop! My brain hurts!!''

''Mine stopped working ten minutes ago.'' Emma mumbles, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, phone in her hand.

Heather laughs slapping her notebook lightly into my face. ''It's not that hard, okay?''

I snort. ''Yeah, for you wonder-brain.''

We crack up when Emma mumbles with her eyes close and phone put away, ''did you wave to Styles earlier.''

''Who cares about Styles, let's talk about getting Mia here out of this house on Friday.. .'' my head snaps up, colliding with Emma's. But Heather just continues to talk. ''..So she can go to the party with us.''

I give her a stern look, gathering my strawberry-blonde hair in a ponytail. I got my hair from my mum, who just like me is a red head.

''No way. My mum won't allow me anyway.''

Emma sits up, climbing down my bed and next to me. ''What I don't get is, you're mum is so cool, but when it comes to going out.. .''

I shrug not wanting to continue this conversation any longer. Both of them know about my situation since we first met, I don't understand why they push it so much, especially today. It sucks yes, but it is the way it is I can't change that. God knows I tried.

''Why are you guys so pushy today? You talk about nothing else.''

''Because you're spending half of your life in this house! Did you at least talk to her about College?''

I stand up, going to my dresser and picking out some leggings and a long black shirt. Gulping loudly I turn around facing the wall. ''I'm planning onto.. .''

''Mia!''

Just as I'm about to reply Bob comes in, three boxes of pizza in his arms. ''Help your uncle out will you?''

I take the pizza boxes from him, placing them on the bed. ''Thanks Bob''

''No problem, kiddo. You girls need anything else?''

I answer ''No'' at the same time as the girls answer. ''Yes''.

I give both of them a glare, hoping that will make them shut up. We had this conversation one to many times and I am sick of the arguing. She's my mother and she must have a reason to do this, right?

''We were thinking about, and before you say anything just hear us out, that maybe we could go out with Mia next Friday?''

''Out as in-''

''-after seven, yes,'' Heather finishes. Before Bob could talk, she cut him off. ''I know we asked that many times before, but it's not just any kind of party.''

Emma wriggles her eyebrows at me and my eyes widen.

''It's her birthday party!'' Em exclaims happily.

Bob's eyes widen, a huff escaping his lips. ''Of course. I will talk to your mother.''

''No, no, no, no!'' we almost screamed in unison.

I shake my head. ''You can't do that. She will cut you!''

He sits at the edge of my bed, frowning and laughing at the same time. I love having him here, he's fun and he usually takes my side when my mother and I get into a fight.

''Your mother is not that bad,''

I sigh standing in front of him. ''I know, but don't I have a say in my own life? Why can't I decide what is good for me or not? This Friday will be my eighteen birthday, you can't keep me in here forever. And I know how to defend myself! You taught me!''

''I'll think about it,'' he breaths. ''It's our secret...''

''ThankyouThankyouThankyou!'' all three of us hug him at the same time.

''IF!'' he speaks up. ''You promise me not to overdo it, okay? No alcohol, no boys, and at twelve you are home. Understand?''

I nod fiercely. ''Of course, just the four of us going out!''

''Four?'' Heather and Emma ask, both of her eyes sparkling up. I ignore both of them until Bob leaves the room, letting us plan the first day I'll be able to see the City at night.