I was told that everything's gonna be okay. Then he said that nothing's gonna be the same.
I was asked if I could go and make food. Then he said that I was too bad at it.
I was depended on. And then he said I was untrustable.
I asked him if he could...
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Last night, we went back quite late-- but apparently not late enough for us to look cool, according to Cadence.
Everyone had a good time; even though mom and dad were arguing a bit. We ate a lot, mom bought souvenirs, Noah injured his knee when he tried to do a backflip. But he's fine now.
Since I went out with them yesterday, I got to do whatever I wanted today. I haven't got anything much planned out yet but surfing was definitely on the list. It felt like I haven't done it in forever, however, in reality, it had only been a few days.
I tiredly stepped into my clothes after I had showered. Sighing, I pull my jean skirt on; Cathy had forced me to pack these (along with other clothes I didn't even know I had) and made me promise to wear it at least once.
A knock from the door startled me. "Can I come in?" I heard my mom asked. I nodded my head but then remembered that she couldn't see me. "Sure," I answered.
She wolf-whistled teasingly as she saw me, "lookin' good today!"
I laughed and combed my hair for three seconds before giving up. Mom sighed and gave me a disappointed look then combed my hair for me. None of us said a thing for a few moments until I spoke up "mom, are you and dad okay?"
She hesitated before saying, "we're good, why did you ask?"
Shrugging, I answered her "you guys seem to fight a lot recently."
She gave me a small smile, her eyes crinkled at the sides "we just disagree a lot. It happens."
"Are you sure? Because you-- I don't want to... intrude or anything--"
She chuckled and squeezed my shoulders, "you're not intruding, honey. Not at all, never."
I nodded and smiled, not saying anything further. Mom put my comb on the desk and told me, "Breakfast is on the counter, ready for you to eat," before walking out of the room.
I wanted to tell her that I wasn't hungry but decided otherwise. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I followed my mom to the kitchen.
"Morning," I grinned fakely at Dad who was sipping on his coffee.
He looked up from his phone and smiled "good morning, Sweetheart."
The genuine in his voice and smile made me feel bad for having to fake mine.
My mouth stretched into a yawn as I dug into bacon and scrambled eggs my mom has made. My taste buds were satisfied as I tasted the way my mom made the bacon, she knows exactly how I like it.
Neither my mom nor dad talked as I ate my breakfast. I decided to break the ice, "last night was fun."
Both of them nodded, mom tucked her brown hair behind her ear. Mom had gorgeous hair, people always say that I got most of her genes and a little from dad.
