Hidden Truths

Chapter 11: Karma's a Bitch Ain't it?

Chapter 11: Karma's a bitch Ain't it?

It's Thanksgiving Day and Mom's running around trying to get everything ready last minute. I don't think she used to preparing food for so many people and It seems to be stressing her out a bit. She's wearing a white scarf wrapped only around the front half of her head that leaves the rest of her hair out. The apron she's wearing matches her scarf in the most stylish yet elegant manor. Under her apron is a white blouse and blue skinny jeans. She has on a light natural makeup that makes her clear caramel skin pop. I can tell she made an effort to look as classy as she could for Thanksgiving this year, probably to impress Michael. She started prepping last night and she's been cooking all morning. Michael helped make the Turkey and stuffing but he's not exactly a cook so Mom had to take over. She let me make the apple pie, which has always been my specialty every year. The house is filled with different spices causing my stomach to grumble for almost an hour now.

It's already 2 o'clock and the food still isn't ready. I'm pretty sure me along with Nate, Grayson and Theo are all starting to get a little anxious. I think Mom notices because she comes out the kitchen and places a big bowl of fruit salad on the table. I'm sat on the couch with the boys and we all look up when she enters the room. The fruit looks absolutely delicious with all the fresh grapes, strawberries, mango, pineapple and cantaloupe pieces placed in it. I hear my stomach growl again as I think about eating it.

"This is just until the food is finished―" She explains, but the boys are already moving towards her with their hands stretched out. Her eyes widen and she moves away scared. "Don't you guys want a bowl or something?" She asks cautiously. I cringe as I see Theo, Grayson and Nate's hands reach into the bowl all at the same time and pull out a handful of fruit. "Nevermind," She says more to herself, disgusted, before walking back into the kitchen. I step away from them, I'm definitely not eating it after that. Nate stops eating when he sees me standing there.

"Oh Andi," He says wiping his mouth with a napkin. He looks over at the guys who are still picking from the bowl. "You want some?" Before I can answer, Theo starts speaking.

"I don't know if it's cause I was starving or not, but this is some bomb ass fruit salad," Theo exclaims and Grayson nods his head still eating.

"Yo guys, I think Andi wants some, stop hogging the bowl," Nate addresses. Grayson and Theo both look up in surprise before stepping to the side exposing the almost empty bowl. The only thing left is the lettuce at the bottom and a few spare pieces of fruit. I look at each of them disgusted.

"Wow. Just wow―" I stop myself and turn around, heading up the stairs. Just one of the many perks of living with guys. Note the sarcasm. I'll just get something from my mini fridge.

I feel kind of excited, this is our first Thanksgiving all together. This also happens to be Nate and I's first Thanksgiving with a father figure like Michael, since Dad left us years ago. All the Thanksgivings from years before were only Nate, Mom and I, never including anyone else. Sometimes other family would come, but surprisingly no one's coming over this year. Nonna and Grandpa are eating with Aunt Beverly's family and Michael said his parents are eating with his brother's family. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade those Thanksgiving's with them for the world but it's great to have something new to look forward to

I'm sitting in my room because if I go downstairs, the smell of the food is going to drive me crazy. I grab some cookies and a Naked smoothie from my fridge. To past the time, I'm binge watching Supernatural on Netflix. Finally after two hours, I hear Mom call us all down to wash up for dinner. I make my way downstairs and I see the dining table filled with different food and a huge turkey right in the middle. It's like we're eating the last supper. I wash my hands and sit at the table with Michael and Mom, the boys taking a seat as well. Michael smiles at all of us.