What's Meant To Be Will Be...

Chapter 2

"Are we there yet?!"

"Nate! You've asked me that twelve times already!"

"Well, I'll stop asking when we get there! Duh!"

My mom groaned in annoyance. "Nate, we are not there yet." She grumbled. "And if you ask me one more time, I'm kicking you out of the car and you can hitchhike."

I pouted and shrank down my seat, crossing my arms childishly as I glared out the window as the world sped by.
"Where's you iPod? Why don't you listen to that?" Mom asked, glancing at me. I dug around in the basket until I produced my iPod. I stuck my head phones in and turned it up as Panic at the disco played.

I leaned back against the seat and turned to look out the window again. Wondering how close we were but not daring to ask. I didn't feel like hitchhiking.

With my luck, I'd get some creepy fat pedo bear truck driver named Joe Bob who would take my poor virginity! Ew. No thank you!.
This guy my mom married was a nice guy named James, and I could tell that he really loved my mom.

That got him a gold star in my book.

James has a son, but I've never met him before. Isn't that wonderful? My mom's been with this guy for months until they recently got married and I've never met his kid before.

I had been at the wedding, but James's son hadn't been. I felt really bad about having never met James's son. But that was going to change today! I was finally going to meet this kid now that we're stepbrothers.

I began to wonder what James's son was like. My mom had met him a few times, but she never talked about him. Then again I always ask about James and she loved to talk about him.

I really hope that James's son is as cool as his dad. James was really funny and nice. He and my mom got along great and they were perfect for each other. I would say they were Ying and Yang. But that would make me think dirty thoughts concerned my mom and her new husband... yuck. Just yuck. Uh uh, no way, thank you!

Feeling a little tired, I stretched a little, banging my knee on the dashboard and glaring at it. I pointed a threatening finger at it.

"Dont mess with me. I have a license to kill!" I threatened.

"Nate, when you start threatening the dashboard, I think that means you need a nap." My mom said with a sigh, shaking her head to me.

"Eyes on the road woman!" I cried and she sighed again and turned her attention back to the road as she drove. I made myself as comfortable as possible in the car seat, careful of my knee this time and closed my eyes. The exhaustion from the previous day of packing finally hit me like a train, and I fell into a comfortable sleep quickly.

                              ***
"Nate! Nate, wake up!"

Someone was shaking me and calling my name. I groaned and rolled over, smacking not only my knee, but my face as well.

"Ah!" I cried, jumping up and smacking my head too. Three different body parts and only two hands, was not fair.

I groaned and decided to use my hands to rub my throbbing knee and aching face. I glared at the car door, to the dashboard, to the ceiling of the car. "I hate all of you! For ruining my waking, for ruining my beautiful face, and you for killing my brain cells!" I said angrily, pointing to each part of the car that had injured me as i spoke.

"Nate, make sure you get good sleep tonight. I'm beginning to wonder how good you would look in a straight jacket. Anyways, we're here." Mom said gathering her purse and pulling the keys out of the ignition.

"Hey! I would look fabulous modeling a straight jack- YA HOO WE'RE HERE!" I cheered, trying to fist pump and ending up with injured knuckles instead.

"Ow! Dammit mom; I hate this car!"  I cried in frustration as I gently sucked on my knuckles to ease the pain.
"When will you stop being so hyper active Nate? Maybe if you are more careful you would not get hurt so much." My mom spoke giving me advice that I have no interest in. I wish that she can just get rid of this old junk, let it rot somewhere and nobody will care about it.

"Sarah! Nate!"

James called for us as he exited the house heading towards our piece of junk that we call a car. My mom looked at James, still sitting in the car then she looked at me gesturing for me to get out and greet. I looked at her.

"ladies first."

I gestured for the door. She sighed and opened her door which took another hundred and fifty years to open. Until eventually she succeeded.
"I can see why you hate this car."

I smiled. At least she agrees with something that I have to say. "Okay, are you getting out?" She asked, obviously I was in another zone, don't ask why, but it happens often.

Anyway I got out. All the while happy yet anxious to meet my stepbrother. I began asking myself questions.

Is he good-looking?

Does he like new people?

Will he like me?

"Nate! Come on... why are you just standing there? Start unpacking." My mom uttered in her motherly concerned voice and somewhat also excited for the new home. I'm really happy for her. She deserves someone who will look after her. Unlike my father. He was... not and ideal person...Someone I won't introduce to my friends.

"Oh... Yeah of course." I exclaimed. My mom looked at me. She looked... in a way concerned. "Here... let me help you buddy." James said as he took the suit case from my hand and handed it to one of the maids that was standing at the sideline waiting for some sort of any help needed. To be honest I hadn't seen here standing there at all.

I took the least heaviest bag and James gestured for me to follow him into the house. "You can leave the rest of the stuff in the car. I have staff for those kinds of things."

"Yes sir!" I saluted.

"Don't call me sir. Please, call me James. I'm not your boss. I'm married to your mom." He chuckled. And I nodded and gave him a contented smile

"Yes si- uhm... James."

"You're a fast learner, Nate. He said. "Are you ready to meet my son?" That question reminded me that I have unanswered questions about James's son. 
"Nate?" James questioned disrupting me from my deep thoughts. "Oh, uhm... yeah, I can't wait to finally meet him." I replied.

We entered the house and something captured my eyes.
A chandelier. Never mind 'a chandelier' I'm talking about a few of them. Aren't these things supposed to be expensive? "What? You like chandeliers?" He asked.
"No. I mean yes. It's like I'm in outer space. They are so beautiful and shiny and bright." I expressed. "Where do you get the moolah?" I joked and he laughed.
"Well, I'm a research scientist and I own a few companies." He said. "So you are a business tycoon who earns millions every week." I don't think he heard me judging by the fact that he headed for the stairs without looking at me, or Murphy's law maybe he did hear me...just chose to ignore my silliness.

After a few minutes, he opened my supposedly new bedroom door. I entered and to my astonishment the room is huge, its a pity it doesn't have it's own chandelier. But it has corner with multiple computers and a Apple laptop on my bed as a welcome gift from James. I looked at him, I couldn't say thank you for it and the beautiful room that he set aside for me. Although I must admit that it's way bigger than my old room. Across the door is the bed, and to the right was a window, that sort of Windows you get in a palace, more specifically in the queens bedroom at Buckingham palace.

"Mr James. Thank you sooo much for all this, I mean, this is way more than what I bargained for." I thanked.
"As long as you feel welcome and at home then I'm well content." He said. "And thank you for the laptop. I really appreciate it." I said. "Oh that is Jake's laptop. He probably left it here last night. Don't ask me what he was doing here but that's his." Gosh I felt ashamed, fuck of course that's not my laptop, Nate what the fuck where you thinking... that you are Ana from fifty shades who Christian gave an Apple laptop?

"If you want a Apple laptop then I can buy it for you." Mr James offered. That's kind of him. I mean I have computers.
"Oh umm... that's fi-" he cut me off. "I think Jake is home. Let's go meet him shall we?"