Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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"Tyler, what flavor do you want? I asked.
My father had taken Tyler and me out to get ice cream once he got in. My mom had complained that he insisted on spending time with us kids rather than her.
I can't really blame him though. My mom's turned into an A-grade ungrateful brat in the past year, but it's really shown the last three or four months.
I don't know why though, heck I don't even think my dad knows.
"Chocolate." He curtly replied not budging his stare from his game.
"Manners." Dad corrected him.
"Sorry." Tyler looked up for the first time since we got here.
I nodded at him and ordered all of our ice creams so we could leave. It's not exactly like old times but it was close, and I'd take whatever I could get.
Dad drove us home while we ate our ice creams, me filling him in on what it's been like living here. I, however, may have chosen not to disclose that Xavier ended stayed the night accidentally after seeing me have a meltdown.
I miss being able to just talk to him, I can't do that with my Mom.
Once we got back, Mom insisted that they go out to this fancy French restaurant that she's been dying to go to, choosing to forget the fact that it's very pricey. Not that she cares about money anyway.
Why would she when she's a high demand surgeon that could get a job at any hospital in the world? On top of that, her husband is a successful CEO of one of the most prestigious hotel chains in the world.
I wish everyone saw straight through her perfect charade like I do.
Leaving my parents to argue about going to a fancy expensive restaurant in the kitchen, I make my way upstairs to have a shower and get ready for bed.
Ace comes along with me, begging for me to feed him until I relent. I still wait until my parents are gone to actually go down to feed him.
"Do you want the chicken or roast beef tonight?" I ask Ace holding up the two dog food rolls. Ace barks twice and I know he chooses the roast beef.
"Roast beef it is." I start cutting up the meat.
I taught Ace to choose his own meal, it took a while for him to learn but we got there. so now, he'll either bark once for the first option of his dinner or twice for the second option.
I just thought he deserved to have some sort of input on what he eats every night.
"Here you go, boy. Sit... shake... eat." I placed his bowl down for him.
After feeding Ace and putting him outside, I go to make my way back up to my room when three knocks sound from the front door. Who's knocking on our door at eight o'clock at night?
