Not Very Stereotypical.

Chapter Three

After finding my speaker in the depths of one of my suitcases, I started blasting out my music whilst putting my clothes away in the cupboard. Whilst the duration of a song that had been number one in the charts played, I was onto my final bag and began the final decoration of my room.

The distant squeals and splashes of Timmy playing in the pool could be heard echoing throughout the house. After I pushed him in the pool earlier, he hadn't got out yet. Meanwhile, Dad has unpacked his room and had been food shopping, because the fridge looked ugly when it was empty.

As the sun slowly started to set the house was coming together and began feeling more like a home. "Timmy don't you dare bring your wet feet through this house. Timmy, stay there, don't move!" The threat was shouted from the kitchen but was followed by teasing giggles. "Bethan, towel now!" The shout got loader as Dad instructed me to grab a towel and take it down. I did as he said and ran to the bathroom, grabbing on of the neatly folded towels and skipped down the stairs.

The scene I saw when I got downstairs was comical. Timmy was standing outside dripping wet with his goggles wrapped around his head and a foot lingering above the entrance to the kitchen with water droplets ready to leak onto the floor. And if it gets wet, with Dad having the attitude of the surgeon he is, he would have to mop it and my dad hates mopping up. So he was stood slowly stepping towards him with an arm pointed straight towards him in a warning.

I threw the cream towel towards Timmy before I burst out laughing at the scene. To anyone else it would just be stupid for a reaction this dramatic about some drips, but to me- that was hilarious.

"Dry your feet and scuttle to the toilet." Timmy does as he's instructed and a sigh of relief leaves Dad's mouth. "I was not about to go and buy a mop anytime soon, that's the last thing of want to spend stupid money on." He turned on his heels and summoned me to walk next to him. I guess I was a dog.

"Since you've been upstairs I highly doubt you saw our new arrival turn up." He leads me to the side door and watched the ponder grow on my face. He opens the door to the street and a car comes into view. I had no clue what type of car but it was a cute blue. "Daddy's got a car!" The smile on this face showed pure happiness and a glimpse of a toddler's excitement was visible in his eyes.

"You had a car back home," I said sarcastically which only seemed to widen his smile more "this is just blue instead of red."

"Exactly it's like being patriotic or whatever!" He gestures me to back up as he begins to shut the door.

"The only type of patriotic I'm going to be over here is going extra hard at the Fourth of July parties!" I stuck my tongue out, threw my arms up and slowly spun in the circle.

"And that Bethan is why you're going to die at a young age with liver failure." He pats me on the shoulder and pushes me away, "plus I've heard that the parties in the US are much more tame than your 'seshes' back home so I highly doubt that you will enjoy them as much anyway."

I scoff loudly and begin leaning on the kitchen counter. "I think you'll find that I am party." Dramatically I point to the sky and laugh until my head leans too far back and I feel dizzy.

"Right whatever." He shakes his head and walks towards the fridge, opening the huge silver door and pulling out a can of water. Very environmentally friendly, he said. I lay my head on the kitchen island until I heard a squeal.

"Dad! Where have you put my pants!" Timmy shouts, seemingly getting closer to the landing to where he would be visible. Oh please no. He shouts again with the volume increasing I close my eyes.

"Middle drawer! They're in the middle draw. Please put something on before you leave your room!"  The footsteps retreated as the instruction was given. Thank god he learnt to put his own clothes on.

After a while of me flicking through apps and talking to my friends back home. I missed them so much I really did. I knew Abigail and Emma since play school and we'd been inseparable all throughout school. So leaving them were tough, from Abi being my homework saviour after late nights out with Emma, they were my ride or dies so they were bound to  be getting lots of texts from me the next day at school.

Timmy came skipping down the stairs all wrinkled from the water wearing pyjama shorts and a vest with a car on it. Not the best of fashion choices. He was holding a digger as he strolled into the kitchen and sitting on a stool by the island. "So dinner?" I laughed because I was thinking the same thing so we turned our attention to Dad who was shuffling around the bowl on the table with general stuff in.

Lifting up the keys to his new car he proudly announces "first real night, lets see how these fast food places match up," my mouth watered at the thought of a fat burger and chips "to the car!" He shouted as Timmy and I  followed him in excitement.

So driving on the opposite side of the road in a brand new country would be a lot to take in during one journey. Luckily we had just missed rush hour so we managed to tackle all of the lanes well, surprisingly. The giant sign of In-N-Out was in sight and we all decided on the drive through so we could get home and shower before bed.

I had never seen such a menu before, I had heard a few things from Americans online and what they usually have so I decided just to go for their classic a number 1 combo. Like they do it in meals, so much simpler. So I ordered a double double with regular fries and a chocolate milkshake. Sounded like a Big Mac to me.

I seemed to devour the food considering I had only had toast for breakfast that day and with the big day looming, it was probably the nerves that ate so fast. Whoops.

The rest of the night blurred by, I was back home, showered and straightened my hair before I seemed to blink. I applied my face products, set my alarm for 5:30am and fell asleep with the anxiety of a whole new day at a whole new school in a foreign country. I think I had the right to be nervous.

I forced my eyes to shut and I curled my feet around my blankets in hesitation to actually fall asleep. Now or never, Evans. I told myself before stopping the battle against my eyes and let myself fall asleep.