Where I Belong. (Stopped)

Chapter 13: Like I Don't See Your Little Game.

“Okay, so Jeff and I are leaving. We gotta meet with the caterers and he needs to get his suit tailored.” My mother mumbled to me, as I put my plate in the sink. I nodded as she blabbered on about the wedding stuff. I went to the fridge and grabbed an ice tea. “Are you even listening to me?”

“What?” I asked, looking at her.

“She wasn’t.” Tom laughed, opening the fridge.

“Not like you were either.” I said.

“I didn’t have to listen. She wasn’t talking to me.” He poked his tongue out at me, and I hit the back of his head.

“I need you to get the measurements for the boys’ suits.” My mom said, hitting me and Tom in the back of the head. 

“Hey..” We both mumbled, rubbing the back of our heads.

“Hi.” My mom smiled. “Got it?” I nodded. “Measuring tape is in my room on my desk.” She said, pulling the front door open. Jeff came into the kitchen, and gave me a smile.

“Where’s, uh, doorknob?” I asked him.

“Doorknob?” Jeff repeated looking at me. I glanced at my mom.

“You never told him about the doorknob rule?”

She shook her head. “He doesn’t swear.”

“Doesn’t swear?” Ashlee said looking at him wide eyed. “That’s possible for people?”

“Kudos to you.” I said with a smile, patting his shoulder with my hand. “Especially since your daughter is a huge doorknob.” 

“Tanya.” My mom groaned, sliding her hand over her face.

“Don’t you have wedding crap to do?” I asked. She gave me a look, and Jeff nodded walking over to her, completely not understanding one thing. My mom closed the door giving me a look.

“Party!” Ashlee grinned, throwing her hands in the air.

“Really?” Max asked.

“No, you idiot.” Ashlee rolled her eyes. “Sarcasm.”

“If we had a party here, my mom would kill you and hang your head over the fireplace.” I laughed, walking into the living room.

“So what are we doing?” Siva asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. I think your old enough to come up with something.” I said, making my way up the stairs to my mom’s room. I pushed the door open, and looked at her room. Hasn’t changed much since I left. The bed pushed to the wall opposite of the door, flat screen on the wall opposite of the bed. Desk in the corner, and a closet next to the door. Although there was something different, Bridget was standing in the room, rummaging through a drawer by the bed.

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” She asked sourly, closing the drawer, and opening the one under it.

“Uh, the measuring tape.” I said walking over to the desk. “What are you doing?” I asked slowly. She pushed the drawer closed, and put a hand on her hip.

“I need money.”

“So, why are you looking for it in here?”

“Cause my dad has the money, duh.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “There’s a shoe sale today.”

“You don’t have a job?”

She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. “No…” She mumbled and opened another drawer. “Do you?”