Our Fate Under Stars

Chapter Ten

Ariana's P.O.V:

  It's only been a couple of days since we lost my dad, and it's been hard on everyone. I can't even begin to imagine how Hunter must feel, especially after not being able to make it here days before the funeral.

  Sigh- I don't want him to feel bad about it, last I spoke to him was last night when he sent me a goodnight text. I tried calling him twice today but he hasn't picked up his phone. He must be busy with college work.

  I call Dylan over for movie night since I have nothing better to do. Few minutes later and he's already at my doorstep. I rush over to open the door for him.

  "Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?" He greets me with a kiss on the cheek, a bouquet of gorgeous white and red roses and a basket of snacks.

  "Ugh, Dyl how did I get so lucky!" I giggle my way to the living room, placing the roses in an empty vase and rushing over to the kitchen to make some popcorn and hot chocolate.

  "Ari.. seriously, how are you? You can talk to me." He walks over from behind me and places his hands around my waist and a kiss on my head.

  "Dyl, I feel like shit, I feel empty and I feel hopeless, but I didn't invite you here to rant, I brought you here to get my mind off things, and watch a scary movie so I'd have a reason to cuddle you." I reply back so fast I'm almost out of breath.

  "Ariana-Mary Diaz, you never cease to amaze me."

Almost two and a half hours later, the movie had ended, we just stayed cuddled, it was around 10:45 P.M and neither of us felt like letting go until the door bell rang.

  "Ughh I'm really comfortable thoughhh!" I groan as I get up and lazily walk to the door, "Who could it be so late?! What if I was sleeping?!" I swing open the door and freeze in place.

  "HUNTER?!" Tears start forming in my eyes as I acknowledge the sight in front of me. "Now little sister, is that a way to greet your eldest and only brother?" He spill grinning at me.

  I -literally- jump and hug him as tight as possible, "I AM NEVER LETTING GO AND YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE AGAIN!" He laughs as he holds my sobbing self in his arms. "That can be arranged."

  "Hey Dylan, better be treating my baby sis right." He nods at Dylan who's standing in the back behind us. "Don't worry Hunter, she's too precious to be treated otherwise."

  "Ari, is mom here?" Hunter takes his suitcase and puts it inside, closing the door behind him. "Not tonight, she's staying at a hotel with her so called husband."

  Hunter rolls his eyes and groans. "Alright."

The rest of the night goes by smoothly, Hunter and Dylan seem to be getting along pretty well, neither Hunter or I felt like bringing the funeral up, we just weren't ready to accept it and move on yet.

  We both loved our father dearly, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't as successful as we are so far now.

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  The next couple days, we discussed every detail for the funeral and the money split, but not once have we brought up if I'll still be living in my house or not.

  Mom says it's better to talk about it at the funeral, but really there isn't much to talk about. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Well until college that is.

  But today I get to "happily" meet my mom's husband. Yay. Fun.

  I'll be meeting them at Starlett's, a really fancy restaurant for dinner. Two hours before the due time, I decide to take a long shower to calm myself down and get ready.

  I go for a knee length rose dress, with beige heels, a silver choker and some cherry red lipstick and pink blush with my hair down and wavy.

  I asked Dylan to come with me since I don't have a ride and besides, in case the dinner goes badly, I still get a date with Dyl. It's a win-win situation.

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  Dylan and I get to the restaurant. As we stand at the entrance waiting for the waiter to escort us at our table, I tense up, and as if he read my thought or body language, gently places his hand at the bottom of my back and comes closer to me.

  I relax a little bit at his touch, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still nervous. I dislike my mom and I bet I'll dislike even more the man that's spoiling her like the spoiled brat she is.

  As the waiter walks us to the table, I can already see my mom and her man stand up. She glances at Dylan and glares at me me. I smirk. Sometimes I feel like she's not the woman who's vagina I came out of.

  We're two totally different people. She still acts like a high schooler sometimes I swear. It's like she's an old version of Bianca, or that cliché popular bitch at any High School.

  Let's get this over and done with.

  "Good evening, you must be Ariana." The man stands up and hands out his hand for me to shake. Why do I feel like I know him? His face, his features.. He looks like someone.

  I shake his hand, a little more shaken. "Err- yes good evening sir." I look at Dylan who notices my change of attitude. "Everything okay Ariana?" The man looks at me worriedly, head titled as he takes a seat back.

  My mom doesn't even bother to greet my date, she stays sit as she watches Dylan and I sit our dragged asses down. This is gonna be a long night...

  "So Ariana is this your boyfriend?" The man smiles at me in a polite way then smiles at Dylan. "Yes sir, this is Dylan." Dylan smile back, "Nice to meet you sir."

  "Oh please kids, call me Joseph. My full name is Joseph Michael."

  Dylan and I stare at each other. HOLY GUACAMOLEE. "What's wrong? You guys look like you've seen a zombie apocalypse approach."

  "Um yeah, yeah mom we're fine." I fake cough.

  "I'm sorry si- I mean Joseph, if you don't mind me asking of course, have you ever been married before?"

  The man straightens up and gets ready to answer, "Yes I was, but it didn't work out I got divorced a couple years ago."

I nod my head in silence, pretending to be interested, "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that." I give him a fake pout.

He looks at me and smiles "It's okay, I've moved on." He winks at my mom who giggles like a 13 year old teenage girl talking to her crush. Bleh.

As Joseph moves to adjust his sitting position, I see it, they have the same posture and way of sitting, could it be?

He adjusts himself one more time taking his jacket off. He has a little kind of birthmark on his right shoulder.. Where have I seen it before?

Crap.

Shit. It's him. I'm officially sure about it. HE'S HIS FATHER!

  Joseph Michael...

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Author's note:

OoOoOooOo mysteries... Mysteries...

Who is our dear beloved Ariana talking about? Find out next week (; (; We love a good cliffhanger (:::

Funny story: Last year, I was still not so developed with my English vocabulary, I used 'Hangercliff' in a group chat and blamed on a "Bad Auto-correct" LOL Oops (:

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