You Push Me, I Push Back

IV

Life is suppose to be a nice thing. When a child is born it is suppose to make people happy. Was my mum happy when she gave birth to me? Yes, she was. Because she wanted to show people that she could get through. So was I the proof? Was it for her happiness or mine? My mum has always been there for me (most of the time) and I couldn't thank her enough for what she has done. But there are some things I can not forget.

Everyone has a mother at some point. Whether it's for nine months or a couple of years, you have a mother. But sometimes you get to choose who your family is. Because - as they say in Supernatural - family isn't just blood. And I'm glad that some people understand that, my mum certainly does. Maybe too much. Because that's how I got here.

Finding out that Alexander (Alex) John Giddion was going to become apart of this family, or already was, is something I would never forgive. I was defiantly bummed when I found at each cheated on me. I moved on and realised that our nine months of dating each other wasn't real.

We all lose our family at some point, whether we're the ones to go or they are. It doesn't matter. Because we all go. Alex was an only child. That was until I found his parents died in a car crash two months ago and that's the reason he hasn't been at school for those two months. I didn't really notice, and I didn't hear any rumours about it. Maybe it was kept a secret, I don't know, but that's how he became my brother.

A drunk driver killed them and themself.

Idiot.

I'd understand that he would have to mourn and stuff. But I still hate him and I don't feel sorry for him. I know I sound heartless, but it's true. I don't like him even if I don't make a big deal out of him cheating on me. He didn't only tell me he cheated on me, but he broke up with me through text. Who does that? I'm pretty sure that's against the law in how to break up with someone.

So here we are, taking Alex home with us, I keep as much space between us in the back seats. We have a spare bedroom in our house that was originally used as an office, turns out that door has been locked for weeks because they've been secretly putting Alex's things inside it.

I was beyond furious, but I wasn't going to let him win. God, why does my life have to be so dramatic? Firsr Angel and Dean, then Jack and now Alex, my life is turning into a rollercoaster ride. What's next? My dad wants to finally be apart of my life? That would tip my over.

I think I should start doing mum's anger therapy sessions when she walks in from work. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe this is a sign for me to pack up my bags and leave whilst I still can. Maybe God is giving me a sign (even though I don't believe in that kind of stuff). I should run away get away from this place.

We're home before I know it. I swear, if my room smells like deodrant when he moves in, I will be pissed off. I need the smell of waffles to stay. I feel like Winnie the Poo when he has a love for honey. It's me with waffles. Or Dean with his love for pie. It is me with waffles. Anyway, I make sure to be the last one out so when the door is open, I can sprint for it and be gone before they even realise.

And what's also annoying about all of this. Is the fact that the restaurant doesn't have curry. I had to have lasange (which I am fine with, on my list for best foods). But I really felt up for curry. I got my mum to buy me one since she told me Alex was being adopted by us. I'm probably going to use it against her for the rest of my life.

Anyway, I'm basically the Flash for a minute as I get out the car, shut the door, run to the door, go through the door way and gallop up the stairs that are a couple of steps in front of the entrance. I make it to my room in good timing and without anyone stopping. The only problem is I don't have my curry. I can live without it. Or can I?

I take my shoes off and throw them somewhere, before jumping on to my bed and lying down. I let my eyes close but make sure to stay awake. I think I closed my door. Huh, who cares? I begin to think of everyhing that has happened today.

I went through Angel talking about Dean again. I was assigned to another piece of homework. Jack Kimble text just so we could come up with a plan to get Angel and Dean together. Huh, maybe I could be Charlie and Jack could be Sammy, of topic. I would want to be Sammy anyway, and that is not so I can be Dean's brother. Anyway, I went to an italian restaurant and asked for curry. Even though it's an idian (it that's a word) food. Then I find out that my mum is adopting Alex.

It means he's like my brother by law. I think I should just do things one by one. Focus on Angel and Dean, then with Alex. I'm great at ignoring people. There's knock on the door and I refuse to amswer to anyome that is there, mostly becausd anyone that would knock on that door I dislike right now.

Evwn though I don't reply, the person comes in anyway and sits at the end of my bed. I glance and find Danny sitting there, looking at me with a raised eye brow. I let my head fall again and sigh.

"I know you don't want this to happen but, this is the only thing your mother has left. She lost two of her best friends, Alex is the biggest thing they left behind that she has a connection to." Danny explains, but my feelings don't change. Of course they are only thinking of themselves in this moment. "Plus, you've always wanted a little brother. And you're about to get two."

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

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A/N ~ Thank you guys for reading my book! I gave to ask something quickly though. Should I change the title from You Push Me, I Push Back to Waffles and Ice Cream. Bevause if you didn't know, the main character of this story loves that combonation.

Also, do you like the new cover? If you think I should change, please tell. If you have any ideas. Send them to me and I can make it if I think it's a good idea.

~ Katana Girl