how i met my mother

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Val's pov: 

i woke up to giggling and camera snapping 

i groaned at my headache and turned my head to see Richelle and Riley snapping Pictures of me.. asleep on Kingston's stomach i quickly sat up regretting it as my headache hit me harder 

"mother fucker" i cursed taking advill 

before walking over to my phone 

                                       Richie 143 has uploaded a photo: (photo of her and Kingston)

ItsNotNoah: LOL 

BookLover: so cute i'm obsessed

Richie143: ikr i ship!

ValTheQueen: really guys? come on we aren't officially dating yet  

TheKing87: *cough* yet *cough 

ValTheQueen: oh shit 

TheKing87: um excuse me your the one that Kissed ME 

ValTheQueen: don't make me regret it 

TheKing87: oh i won't ;)

Richie143: enough flirting u 2 my heart can't take it 

ValTheQueen: neither can my puny ex singlepringle heart 

TheKing87: -we aren't officially dating yet - a quote by Valerie Cain

ValTheQueen has logged off 

TheKing87: coward 

ValTheQueen has logged on 

ValTheQueen: oh i'm sorry i don't recall YOU battling a bunch of psychotic men 2x your size and weight 

TheKing87: touché my dear cupcake 

"Val..." said Noah walking into the room

"yeah?" i reply turning off my phone 

"well my- i mean our mum wants to meet you" Noah said awkwardly

"ok that's not gonna be awkward at all, when?" i asked

"in about ten minutes, she called and said she was on the way" Noah said scratching the back of his neck nervously 

"well shit" i mutter running up the stairs to change

now what does one wear when meeting their mother for the first time?

i shrugged and threw on some ripped white jeans and a light blue sweater before tying my hair in a high pony tail just as the door bell rang

here we go...

i walk down stairs and open the door to see a dirty blond women with brown eyes

i defiantly took after my father 

"hi, Mrs Erlick" i greeted with a friendly smile 

"it's ma'am to you" the women hissed what the fuck 

"um ok" i said not quite sure how to reply 

"same you took after your father, you could have been pretty but no instead an ugly prick tries to Take my Kingston's place"

"i-i-" i stutter not quite sure how to react 

"what nothing to say? god i can't believe YOUR my daughter" she spat  

common sense kicked in and i glared 

"get out" i muttered 

"pardon? you can't tell me what to do i am your mother"

i shot her a fierce glare that shut her up 

"you. are. not. my. mother." i hissed my voice laced with a hostile, dangerous tone 

"g-great you have attitude a-and you s-sound like an animal" the women stuttered 

"get out! get out before i fucking throw you out!" i yell

"please like you'd be strong enough to-"

i cut her off 

"watch me bitch" i glared pushing her outside and slamming the door in her face 

i turned around to see A troupe staring at me 

i push a path to the stair case tears rolling down my cheeks

i hate crying it's a sign of weakness 

once i get to my room i slam the door shut and cry into my pillow

about ten minutes of crying later i hear the door shut again

assuming it was Richelle i keep my face burried in my pillow

i was shocked when strong arms picked me up and pulled me into their chest

i knew it was Kingston 

"shh, it's ok" he whispered into my ear wrapping his arms around me and continued to whisper comforting words soothingly

"t-thank you" i hiccuped 

"anytime cupcake" was the last thing i heard before sleep over came me

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