Know your secrets

Chapter Three: Confessions of a troubled teenager

How was I supposed to go to a party?

What do people do at parties anyway? For me the closest thing to a party was cozying up on my couch watching Harry Potter movies. 

School went by pretty fast, before even realising it school was over and I was walking towards my dusty,old car. It was a grey Volkswagen Derby of the 70's. It's color all washed out with a distinctive coffee stain on the passengers seat.

On the inside it was a mess.Empty beer cans and several bags of chips always laying in the back of the car as I shared it with my messy brother.

"Hey wait for me!" His voice appeared behind me."Hand over the keys Velma.It's my turn to drive." He said with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Okay first of all don't call me that because I am this close to telling mom you smoke." I shouted in anger ,emphasizing the word this."But.."He protested."Na ah ah!Let me finish!"I cut him off."Second of all,we are making a fresh start in a new town so it's my turn to drive."I said pointing a finger on me."Now shut it and plant your ass on the passengers seat!"

My brother is the only one I can talk to like this.I didn't enjoy it but he was bringing up bad memories by calling me Velma.

I remember the first day someone called me that.It was back in 5th grade and we had just moved  to Vegas because my mom found a better job.

First,I myself thought it was funny.But as the days passed it started to really annoy me and get to me.Days became months and months became years.

For two years I was stuck with the nickname "Velma" just because of my huge classes and short brown hair.Until one day god answered my prayers and we moved to Connecticut.There,I managed to make a few good friends whom I lost when we moved here.Oh how I missed them.I thought to myself as a wave of nostalgia washed over my body.

But it's okay.We moved a lot so I never really made any true friends.I learned not to get attached to people.

Lucas was always blaming mom for all the moving.In fact,Lucas blamed mom for everything.But I didn't...I knew that since dad died,5 years ago,she was trying her best to give us everything.She worked very hard for us.Lucas couldn't understand that.He was really close to dad since he was little.They shared a passion for football and dad always took him to fishing trips.

They shared everything.But when dad died,Lucas changed.He became more distant and he shut everyone out completely,including me for a while.Since then,him and mom didn't really have a good relationship.

"Fine!"He said shooting me a vicious look.I zipped up my jacket and got into the car.It protested loudly as I tried to start off the engine. "Come on darling!I need you!Please cooperate so we can go home"I said feeling desperate."Okay Donnie you old rusty fuck don't play games with me and start off!" I shouted impatently.

"Stop calling our car Donnie.It's creepy and annoying"Lucas said."You're creepy and annoying!"I shot back sticking my tongue out to him as Donnie made his last protest and decided to give in.

We drove home in comfortable silence.Although,I could sometimes hear Lucas quietly sing along to She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.I couldn't help but smile at how relaxed and peaceful he looked while whispering the lyrics.I knew my borther and he did have a sensitive side.

"Finally!"Lucas said.I could hear the excitement in his tone.His hazel eyes lit up showing off the little bit of green in them.

I smiled and rolled my eyes."Wow,what's the excitement all about?I mean...there's nothing special about this house."

"Are you serious?"Lucas responded with a dumb smile on his face."Mom's gonna be working almost all day and during weekends too!We can throw the sickest parties in here!It's gonna be amazeballs.Plus from my rooms window I can see this chick next door taking off her clothes."

"I don't know if I wanna punch you in the face because you're perverted or because you just said the word amazeballs."I said sarcastically frowning.

I'm glad he liked it though,it's the first time I've ever seen him so excited to move.As for me,eh it's normal.Nothing special about it.Just a medium sized wooden house with a small garden and a garage.There is a path decorated with several flowers on each side,leading to the door.On the right side of the porch there's a wooden swing with white fluffy pillows and frankly,something tells me I'm gonna spend many nights on it.

Lucas stormed off the car running to the house,I let out a small laugh as he almost tripped over a rock. "Jeez calm your boner bro it's not the white house."I don't think he heard me though.

I didn't immediately get into the house.I wanted to focus on the details and all the little things.I wanted to find something that would make me like it here.

I reached the wooden swing and sat on it,stroking the white,softe material that was covering the pillows.As weird as it sounds,I felt peaceful.Maybe we wouldn't move again,maybe we had a chance of happiness here,maybe there was hope for us as a family after all.

My gaze was now focused on the blue sky."Please dad,if you can hear me,please watch over us."I hesitated for a moment,letting a few tears escape my eyes."You know...Lucas really likes it here.And I think we can be happy again.We all miss you daddy.We miss you so much,but I know you're here with us.Keeping us safe.

Suddenly,I notice a butterfly resting on my hand."Dad"I mumbled with a smile.As crazy as it sounds yes I did think it was my dad.He was giving me a sign,he was there.Always and forever reassuring me that everything was gonna be alright.

Cause when you lose someone you can't really let them go.You hang your hopes on a thin rope thinking that someday they'll come running towards you,tell you how much they've missed you and how much they love you.So you hold on to anything that reminds you of them,you hold on with as much strength you have.

Because you refuse to accept.You refuse to know.

You refuse to believe....that a important part of your life,is gone forever.

A/N : Should I post Heather and Lucas too? Idk!I will give you many many many many many cookies if you vote/comment :D it's just a secoooond come on you lazy ass reader <3 Love yall bitches!

Peace,Love,Pizza in your stove ^.^

Roxy M.