Life Happens

Chapter 4

[Abigail]

I was surprised at how easy going I was with Alexander. I have never been so close to a guy in my sixteen years of life. But with him, it was easy. He made me feel comfortable and wasn’t like any other boy his age. He never tried to get into bed with me and would rarely get angry with me. the only time was when we were competing against each other, but that’s because we’re both competitive.

“Mommy, daddy, you're home!” I heard Mia yell downstairs.

I could hear mom and dad talking excitedly downstairs, no doubt retelling their trip. I closed my school books and made my way downstairs. They were dressed casually in jeans and matching t-shirts from their trip.

Mom and dad were often away on trips. They both worked for a well-know magazine. Mom was a columnist and would write about their trips to different places. Dad was a photographer and would be tasked with taking pictures. His pictures were always beautiful and most would be of mom at her most beautiful.

Mom smiled at me, her light grey eyes shining. Black hair tickled my neck as I was enveloped in a tight hug.

“Welcome back. How was your trip?” I asked after she let me go.

“It was wonderful. Your father and I decided to get remarried,” she said looking at my dad lovingly. My dad grabbed her hand, his hazel eyes softening. His soft brown hair was pulled into a small ponytail, making him look like younger than he really was. My parents have always been like that, never seeming to age. They didn’t look nor act their age. 

“That’s so romantic,” I said smiling at them.

“I want to get married in Vegas too!” Mia yelled. We all turned to her and laughed. Mom grabbed her and crushed Mia to her.

“No, you'll get married in a beautiful church,” she said as a dreamy look passed over her. “Your dress would be long and beautiful, your hair atop your head like a crown. Lilacs would be all around the church, their sweet scent radiating through the church. And then, as you're walking down the aisle with every pair or eyes on you, you'll only be seeing the one of your beloved.”

“Okay dear, enough of that,” dad said gathering her in his arms. Mom always loved to tell us about her and dads wedding. I've heard it so many times, I knew it by heart. “Where's Zoë?”

“With Brandon,” I answered. Dad frowned at that. He didn’t like Brandon just as much as I did. I guess it’s a good thing he had no idea they were having sex. My dad would kill him.

“Well call her and tell her to get her butt here! I want to go out with my family,” mom said oblivious to dads change in expression.

I shrugged and did as she asked. I wasn’t going to tell them we were fighting again. They just came back; there was no need to ruin their good mood. It took three times for her to actually pick up. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t give her a few words.

“What?” she asked. Calm down Abigail, no need to argue.

“Mom and dad are home. They want you here to go out to dinner,” I said calmly. I heard her curse through the phone and Brandon asking her to come back to bed. I almost threw up in my mouth. “Look, are you coming or not?”

“Yeah fine, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” she said before hanging up on me.

“Bitch,” I said under my breath. I went back downstairs to where mom and dad were. “She said she’ll be here in twenty.”

“Okay. Hey, what do you girls want?” mom asked excitedly.

So, for the next twenty minutes, we thought of places to go to. I wanted seafood, mom wanted Italian, dad wanted fast-food, and Mia was happy with just about anything. The fast-food idea was not even discussed, so all that was left was Italian and seafood. We decided on Zoë picking which one she would rather eat.