The Professor Effect

preface.

"FORGET ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND MEET ME AT THE HOTEL ROOM." Alice and I sing at the top of our lungs, the windows of the car rolled down and causing the other car drivers and passengers that were driving on by, trying to have a relaxing drive home from work or vacation or wherever they were headed, to be disturbed by our horrid cat going through the washing machine, voices.

I wasn't the biggest fan of Pit-Bull, and I actually haven't met anyone who is now that I think about it. But no one could say that there wasn't one song of his that turns you into a stripper or a sassy queen when it comes on the radio. Which is exactly what was happening with my fourteen year old sister, Alice, and I.

"I hope that you don't forget about your boyfriend and meet anyone at any hotel room." I hear the joking, husky voice of my sleep deprived boyfriend beside me. My head snaps around to look at him, a mischievous look in my powder blue orbs, my red lips pulling into a cheeky grin.

"How could I ever forget about a handsome face like yours?" I question, both of us bursting out into laughter at our teasing ways, causing Alice to do her normal thing when she hears Tom and I being our cute, coupley selves: gag and roll her eyes.

My mom and dad sat up the front of the car, their hands laced together and resting on the dash in between the two front seats. They were the kind of couple that I wish for myself when I become married. I know they will never part. No matter how many arguments about my dad leaving his dirty laundry beside the basket, and not inside of it which drives my mom wild, or the fact that my mom is the worst cook on the history of the planet and my dad always jokes about the food poisoning that he can smell when he walks in through the door from work, I know that they'd be lost without each other.

"Couples are gross. I hate you all." Alice grumbles from beside me, causing a laugh from my mom, turning her head to look at her youngest in the seat behind her own.

"Come and tell me that once you get into high school next week."

I could hear the heart attack my dad was having from the middle seat I was currently sat in, crammed in between my boyfriend and younger sibling.

I shake my head, hating but loving the teasing family behaviour that we always had. It was annoying, and you definitely got little to no privacy in my family home that not all of us could even fit in, but I'd be lost without it. They were like my comfort blanket.

I see us passing the sign that declares we are finally back in the city of Seattle, Washington. I could already smell the rain and busy Monday morning rush that I will be joining in just under a month. College. Something that I had never seen myself doing, mostly because all throughout high school I could never decide what I actually wanted to do with my life career wise. I had officially settled for doing a few English major classes, as English was one of my top grades in school along with Psychology. I unfortunately knew I was no good for such a hard, emotional job.