The Densi Trap

Chapter One

I hate the fact that my parents aren't together. I don't like the fact that I have to drive back and forth to each other's house. Mom says that, "Deeks needs to see you more often."

And I said, "Why don't you call him Marty anymore?" And she gave me the, "I'm not in the mood, Missy." look.

My parents split up when I was 10, and it was the worst thing ever. I have a somewhat photographic memory and just remember how Mom and Dad would scream at each other, and just ignore each other. Mom broke into tears while they were telling us and Dad kind of just sat there, his eyes really teary. Jack, my older brother who was 13 at the time, understood what was happening and he kicked the sofa and ran into his room. I just curled up in Dad's lap, and just sat there.

That kind of broke him and he began sobbing, which even when I think about makes me cry. I'd never heard my dad cry like that before. They must've really loved each other.

"You ready, Andy?" asked Mom. My full name is Andrea, Andrea Valerie, but I go by Andy.

"Yeah." I said, looking into my mother's mismatched eyes. Dad said her eyes were one of the most unique things he's ever seen. I got his eyes, but Mom's hair.

"Mom, should I come home earlier?" I asked Mom. Her 49th birthday was coming up and I wanted to be there.

"Sure, hon." she said, kissing my cheek. "I'll head off to Aunt Nell's once your father picks you up." She frowned a little when she said "your father". Why did they hate each other so much?! It's been 6 years, and no one's told me yet.

I kind of just looked out the window for half an hour while waiting for Dad. We moved around a lot after the divorce. Dad stayed for a bit at the house, but Jack and I both saw that they were pained to even look at it. So when Uncle Sam's son, Aiden needed a place to live after moving back home, Mom and Dad were more than happy to. Now, Mom and I live in this little house in a suburban area where there are great school, yadi yadi ya. We only moved here a month ago, and I still wasn't comfy. Mom was convinced that this was home, maybe because it was farther from Dad.

Anyway, Dad's Cadillac pulled up in the front of the house. Dad switched from NCIS back to LAPD and finally back to Public Defendant a few years ago. And that's where he met Mandy my stepmom who is way too happy all the time, and who's the mother of my future sibling. And they have 2 kids already.

Dad still has his scruffy beard but cut his hair a bit. He was wearing his suit too. Mom gulped as she looked out the window.

"Out you go." she said, pushing me out the door, and tried to shut the door as quickly as she could.

"Hey, Dad." I said hugging him tightly.

"Hey, sweet sixteen." he said, kissing my cheek. That's been his nickname for me ever since I turned sixteen (duh!), which was last week, when I had two parties. He looked over in Mom's direction.

"Hello, Kensi!" he yelled across the lawn.

"Hello, Martin." she said back. She was looking a little grim. So was Dad. I felt so awkward.

"Let's go, Dad. Can't leave Mandy without her ice cream!" I said, pulling his arm. He followed. I threw my duffle bag into the trunk, near my stepbrothers' hockey stuff and Dad's surfboards, and hopped into the driver's seat. I looked over at Mom's house to wave, but the door was already shut- like always.

"So, anything new in school?" asked Dad, pulling onto the more busier streets.

"Dad, we're on vacation." I reminded him.

"Yeah, sorry. But it's only been a week." replied Dad. "How's Jack? You heard from him lately?"

"No, but Mom talked to him lately." I said. He grew silent for a bit.

"I heard he's working with the D.C people." said Dad. I just shut up for the rest of the ride.

Once we reached Dad's huge house, I immediately noticed Wyatt and Sammy's toys all over the lawn, my 5 year old step brothers. And there was Mandy, looking super pregnant and sadly, really pretty. She's, like thirty, and Dad's in his late fortys She was wearing a bikini, and a swim skirt.

"Andy!" she said, hobbling over to hug me. I tried not to act so disgusted. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" I said, pretending that I was as excited as her. "How's the baby?"

"Little Delilah is kicking!" she squealed. They already named the baby. Sammy and Christian ran over to me, and hugged my legs. They were pretty fun.

"Hey, kiddos!" I said, prying them off. "What're you doing?" I could guess because of the sprinklers and the baby pool at the side of the house.

"Play?" asked Wyatt. He gave me little puppy dog eyes.

"Fine!" I said, looking at my shorts and shirt. They were old, so I didn't care. Their dogs, Sugar Bear, who Dad named, and Guadalupe Maria Lucia González, or Lupe for short, came out to join the fun.

After a few hours of rolling in the mud with the boys, I decided to go up to my room and text a bit. I grabbed one of the beach towels from the bin next to Dad and I went inside.

I climbed up the huge marble staircase they have, and went into my personalized bedroom. I flopped down on my bed and thought, for the a millionth time, about what Dad had compared to Mom. Big house, small house. Wife, single. Really good job, pretty good job. But he isn't part of the family at NCIS anymore. Mom almost slapped me when I said that.

I started to doze off, when Mandy called me for dinner. I groaned and snuck downstairs.

"Marty, I'm not liking McKenzie's or whatever her name is, influence. She's so violent now!" yelled Mandy. I stopped in my tracks. No. One. Insults. My. Mother.

"Mandy-" started Dad.

"No! I hate her! She's such a pr-" my fists were clenched and I ran in and before Dad could do anything, I came up to her, and just screamed in her face,"Who are you to insult my mother!" And ran up to my room, locked the door and began crying.

Please review, or let me know if you're interested! Fave, follow! I got the idea from The Parent Trap, and from some story I read from somewhere