Ugly hearts (Michael Clifford FanFiction)

Chapter 1: Moving

Chapter 1

My hand gripped the handle of the suitcase. The corners of my lips were slowly traveling up, so my lips could form a smile. I never imagined that I will ever be able to move across the globe. Even though, that was my dream since I can remember.

“Kylie, sweetie, I will miss you so much. Do you really have to go?”

That was my mum. I found it sweet, that she wants me to stay, but we both know it’s probably the best for the sake of both of us, if I go.

You see, my dad left us when I was 3 years old. He met a model, 10 years younger than him if I can mention, and they ‘fell in love’ and it was ‘love at first sight’ and all that romantic crap I don’t give a f***. My dad was rambling about those stuff when he introduced me to Alison. It’s seen from 3000 miles, she’s with him for the lord of the world- money. That she's not all silly in love with my dad, as she makes it look all the time.

 My dad is a lawyer, a pretty good one as I was told. I used to see him twice a week when I was a toddler. Now, that the journey of life brought me to 17 years, I see him once a month. And it’s fine with me. I adored him when I was younger, probably because he bought me everything I wanted (you know, Legos, Barbie’s…) everything that my mum couldn’t afford. But know, I see things I haven’t before. He doesn’t give a crap ‘bout me. He doesn’t care if I have any issues. He doesn’t care if I have a broken heart. He doesn’t glare at my boyfriends, because he is afraid his little princess will get heart-broken in the end. No .

“Mum, I told you I will miss you. But this is my dream. America will maybe give me opportunuity to dance as a job.” I said, looking at the ceiling, imagining sky and thanking God in my mind.

“Sweetie I know it is, but do you think you will be able to dance when you’ll be 40?-“she was giving me the mother talk and her hands were flying around her face for every single word that escaped from her red-ish lips. Before she could continue I stopped her.

“MUM! Can you please stop and just be happy I found what i want to do with my life?! Do you know how many kids are out there, which have no idea what they want to be?"

She stared at me blankly. She didn’t expect this to slip through my lips. She still thinks of me as a kid and thinks I can’t live on my own. But she will have to accept it.

“Sorry. I’m just worried”

A tiny tear fell from her pretty blue eyes. Now I feel guilty. It’s the worst feeling when you see the woman, who gave birth to you crying. It’s heartbreaking.

I hugged her.

“Mum, my plane…”

“Right, am… grab your things and let’s go to the airport.”

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Mum dropped me in front of the airport. Her job just didn’t let her stay by my side till the gates to my future opens. When I’m going to step in adults world, without anyone telling me what I am supposed to do. Without worries, about how my mum could see me with my boyfriend…
Well only gates to the plane will open right now, but I like to imagine things. 

She hugged me so tight; I thought I will puke all over her. She never, and I mean never hugged me like that, ever. But I’m going in America. All my life is here, in Australia. I don’t have many friends, since I’m a party pooper as I was told, but I hope I’ll get some in Australia. I really want to know how it feels when you can tell somebody anything, even your dark secrets and they dont have your blood running through their veins. It feels weird if I think about that.

“Did you called dad?” said my mum with struggle. She gets very upset when that topic about dad comes up, or even when we just mention him.

“Omg I totally forgot. Am…I’ll call him in there.” I said, pointing my finger to the big building called International airlines Australia. (I made that up).

Mum hanged her head. It’s hard watching her like that. She always blames her about what happened, when clearly it’s his entire fault.

“Mum, it’s not like he would care. He would probably ask me if I need money and said that I should have fun, and that he would call but he never will. He has a new life and we are probably just ‘persons from the past mistakes’”

“Call him! And yes have fun sweetie. Love you darling.”

“Ok I will. Love you too.”

I was taking the suitcases from the car, when a single tear fell from my green eyes. I got my dad’s eyes which I hated. I wanted blue ones. Mum’s ones.

I was walking to the door of the airport, but then I heard my mum:

“You better not bring any babies home. I’m still not that old.” then she laughed at her own joke. But it clearly wasn't one.

I laughed at her. She always had the sassy side of her, but she never really use it. But she was only saying that to tell me what she forgot in the car. I should use protection, if I will, you know what. But hey, a potato like me can’t get laid can it?
But I guess you can’t scream ‘Darling use condoms every time you have sex’ in the middle of the crowded place, can you? It would be awkward.

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I went through the check in and all the things you have to do before you can board the plane. It wasn’t hard though. The employers were really nice and I’m glad for that. Now I’m sitting on the plane by the window and in my mind I’m saying goodbye to all the memories, all things and people that I loved here. I will miss every single thing for sure.

‘The plane to NYC- America will took off in 15 min. Please turn off all technical things and enjoy the flight’.

 Then the mid-age lady showed us how to act if we crash. That was a scary thought, tough.

 The plane took off and I’m here wondering what Australian air will smell like. 

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A/N

First chapter wjuuuuuu. So we are moving to NYC :D I hope you liked it so far and you will continue reading the next chapter, which will be on tomorrow. Vote and comment it would mean a lot

love all your pretty smeezy faces xx
Ela