Just Wanna Be With You (Carlos)

C2: How About No.

"Rebecca, wake up right now," I heard my mother say.

I opened my eyes and yawned.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to sound as awake as possible. She hated it when I slept past 7:30. She hated it even more if I yawned while talking to her. She considered it rude.

"Why are you all wet? And why is the hair dryer plugged in? And why is there some boy's underwear out by the lake?" She asked, a mad look on her face. Why was she bombarding me with questions so early?

What, does she just snoop around before I wake up to make sure I'm not doing drugs while she's asleep?

"My alarm clock went off early last night so I showered, not even looking at the clock. And then I realized that it wasn't time to wake up, so I went back to bed, drying my hair a little. As for the underwear, I wouldn't know," I lied.

I hated lying to mom, but maybe if she wasn't so strict, I wouldn't have to all the time. And as for Carlos, how did he forget his underwear? Dipshit.

She rolled her eyes. "How did I raise such a stupid daughter?" She mumbled, but it was obviously meant for me to hear. "You and Harry have a date tonight to say goodbye before we leave tomorrow," She said.

"What if I already have plans?" I asked, testing her. I don't, of course, but I could make some if it meant not spending time with Harry. Every date we had: boring.

"You're going on the date. Cancel your plans. Get dressed and come downstairs, please."

She shut the door and walked away.

"Uuuuugghhhh," I sighed, collapsing onto the bed.

I got dressed and brushed my hair, which smelled somewhat like lake water, and ran downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I saw my mom reading a magazine.

"Well I'm here," I said. "Did you want something?"

Mom didn't even look up from the magazine. "Why won't you come on the trip tomorrow?"

"Mom. You're going up north for a wine tasting. Technically, it's not appropriate for me to go with you," I said.

"Harry's going," She said. As if that would make me want to go.

That's more of a reason for me not to go, I thought to myself.

"I don't want to go, Mom," I said.

She sighed a long, angry sigh. "You know Harry loves you, right?" She asked.

"Yesss," I said; the boredom was clear in my tone. I'd given up on the "I love Harry" with my mom a long time ago.

She gave me one of those mom looks.

"Then why don't you love him back?"

"Why would you think that?" I said in a voice that I hoped sounded real. I'd never actually full out told her that I had an extreme distaste for Harry.

"You look at him like he's trash. Why don't you like him?" My mother asked me again.

"He's not my type," I said quickly.

Not like I had a secret boyfriend or anything...

"Can I PLEASE break up with him?" I said.

I wanted to kick myself for asking that. She's probably going to make me go on that stupid trip now, to "fix our relationship" or some stupid thing she's written about in one of her four 'psychology of teens' books.

"You'd break his heart!" She looked like she felt bad for him.

At least she didn't call me out on asking.

"But MOM. What about MY heart?"

"Do what you want, I don't care," She said, obviously mad. "It's your father who wants you to marry Harry."