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AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE FOVER MY DAD PULLS INTO THE DRIVEWAY OF MY MOMS HOUSE..... vacating the car the and me and dad stretch while making obnoxious satisfied sighs. My mom rushes outside to pulling me in a bone crushing hug, she still smells like strawberries.
" I missed you so much, look at you, you're
practically a grown woman!" She exclaims wiping the tears that managed to escape her eyes as she looks me over. Mom had always been emotionally, that woman could cry at the drop of a hat." I missed you too mom but I practically am a grown woman I'll be eighteen in three weeks" I pop the trunk passing my luggage to my dad as he rolls his eyes and mutters " Princess" .
" Hello to you too Cassandra, I did deliver our daughter here safe and sound" mom rolls her eyes at my dads sarcastic commentary.
" Why thank you Robert, I'll alert the press." My mom jokes pulling him in for a semi hug. My parents managed to find some weird bickering friendship after the divorce. Leaving them to talk I drag my heavy ass suitcase up the steps to my old bedroom.
The walls are a light grey, everything is untouched and the way I left it last summer. A sudden wave of nostalgia comes over me as I look over the once abandoned bedroom. Pictures of my friends and I cover the walls of my bedroom making me smile at the memories , my eyes fall to a photo of me and my older brother Brandon.
Grabbing the picture of Brandon , I hold my brothers picture over my chest wrapping my arms around it as if he was in the room , here in this moment. Ever since his car accident I have felt like something changed within me , as though my innocence died when he did.
" Here's the rest of your bags sweetheart, I'm going to head back before it gets dark. I love you so much love bug... please please behave." My dad says from the doorway, walking towards me to engulf me in a favor hug. I squeezes him tight as I inhale the scent of his aftershave.
" I'm always good dad— " He gives me a look as if saying "yeah right. " Please drive safe and I love you more" Ever since last year I always make sure to tell the people I love how much they mean to me seeing as though I never got to with Brandon. A cool breeze moves through the air as my mom and I wave from the driveway as dads old Jeep takes off down the road.
" So as much as I want to catch up with with you I know you're dying to see your friends and most importantly JJ so.... I will be willing to catch up with you tomorrow after we get lunch and I'll help you unpack" my mom says dramatically sighing as if she's not joking but failing as a smile creeps across her face. I roll my eyes at her JJ comment as she smiles, as if she knows something I don't know.
" Thank you , I promise tomorrow afternoon it's me and you, pedicures whatever you want." I sprint up the stairs running up the stairs to freshen up before she can change her mind.
" I'm going to the store to grab a few things but don't do anything I wouldn't do and your curfew is one AM if you're going to be later than that text me , communicate!" My mom yells as she watches me happily skips up the stairs, two steps at a time . My mom went to therapy after the divorce with dad and Brandon's death and ever since she's been big on communication.
Nerves and racing thoughts run through my head as I approach John B's house. I made sure I looked good, not necessarily for JJ, despite my moms obnoxious comments about " looking good for my man". I wanted to make a good impression I haven't seen them for a year the last thing I wanted was to come over looking like shit. I picked out a red bikini , showcasing my two tattoos that I ran past my mom quickly to hide. The closer I get to the Rutledge home I can hear conversation among the group.
" All right , so think about it , Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?"
"Prostitution" Pope answers as if it's common sense.
" Wow guys I leave for a year and you guys resort to prostitution?" I ask as their heads all shoot in my direction.
"You miss me bitches?"
Authors note: Hello loves , another chapter finished I'm going to go through and edit and change the point of views tomorrow 🙃. If you see any mistakes it's because I finished this In third person and went back and made it first person. BUT hopefully you guys like it , comment vote lmk your thoughts . Until next time ❤️❤️❤️
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Nostalgia |JJ MAYBANK|
FanfictionNos·tal·gia noun- a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.