Mystique ↠ Liam Dunbar (UNDER REVISION)

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Beacon Hills. That was the name of the place my mother and I were yet again moving to. I wasn't too excited about moving away from Seattle. I liked the rainy weather and the cloudy days. You see, my mother was always moving. She never really explained why, she would always say it was for business trips.

Most of these "business trips" were in the U.S., but on a rare occasion, we would go out of the country. Before, I would always be excited to go on these trips. But as I got older, I began getting annoyed because I would always start getting used to a place, then we'd leave. It sucks, but that was my life. The trip this time was to Beacon Hills, California. Not too far from Seattle, but still.

"Oh, honey, c'mon you'll like it. It's Cali; maybe you'll meet a superstar, who knows?"

I was packing my belongings in my suitcase. We'd been doing it since the afternoon. I tried to convince her to stay and settle down here, but she wasn't budging. This was the first place that I was actually enjoying. The boys were cute, the girls were nice, and the weather was gloomy: it was perfect. I didn't really have anybody that was close to me, but I had a few friends. We ended up spending half of the day together reminiscing about the short-lived friendship we had. We talked about the times we went out and flirted with the guys, doing things we probably shouldn't have. I was definitely going to miss them.

"Really? A superstar? Nowadays, we usually call them celebrities. But besides that, who knows, maybe this time, your boss will finally get off his high horse and stop making you move everywhere," I said as I threw my remaining clothes on my bed. I didn't like telling my mom off, but I was getting sick and tired of us moving everywhere.

"We've been doing it for 8 years now. Don't you think that's enough?" I asked as I sat on my bed. My mother slowly sat next to me and rested her hand on my shoulder. I grabbed it and rested my head on our hands.

"Honey," she began. "I know you don't want to move, but we have to. It's my job. Moving around is a major part of it. I know you were liking Seattle, but we have to go to a new place." I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes. I didn't like having arguments with my mother, but it was hard for me to keep quiet about this. Biting my tongue was something I wasn't good at.

My mother left my room to finish packing. When I had finished, I went downstairs to bring the rest of my things down. We had a U-Haul truck outside that we had rented. We had most of our furniture inside the back of it. Some boxes were outside and ready to join them. I went downstairs and began moving them. Some were pretty light, but others were too heavy. It was definitely too much for me, so my mother would have to help me.

After a few minutes, my mother came down with a few suitcases. She had her blonde hair in a ponytail. While she was thirty-eight years old, her face aged quite well. To me, she still looked like she was in her prime. She was strong, too. She was able to lift most of the furniture by herself, as well as some of the heavier boxes. It was strange; she never worked out and looked pretty weak.

She set her bags down and began lifting the rest of the heavy boxes into the truck. I began helping her, but she told me to put the suitcases in the car. I grabbed the rest of our suitcases and did so. A few seconds later, she was done. I got in the car and waited for her to attach the truck to our car. When she was done, she entered the car and started the engine. She looked at me and smiled. Grabbing my hand, she sped off from our former home. It was going to be a long drive, one I wasn't looking forward to.