It Doesn't Even Matter

family dinner

This is a LONG chapter guys, with a big fight in it so prepare yourself. Anyways hope you enjoy how long it is because it wasn't intentional but I still like how it came out! Hopefully you do too. Thanks again for reading.
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The banging on my door only grew louder and louder the more I ignored it. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this or anyone else right now, even for mom. But it just keeps going. Rolling over onto my back I finally decide I have to answer so it will stop. "What!"

"Dinner is ready. We're supposed to be having a family meal and that means you have to suffer through this too. So I'm not leaving until I know you're coming." Sam calls back sounding just as irritated as I feel. Right a family dinner, I roll my eyes sitting up and crack my neck thinking about just going back to sleep. But Sam starts up her banging again and I give up on that fast with my headache. Placing my feet on the floor, I shuffle over to the door and walk past Sam completely ignoring her ready to head towards the stairs before realizing I don't even know where I'm going. "You really didn't think the whole ignoring me thing through did you?"

"You really didn't think the whole not giving me a tour thing through did you? Now I'll always be on your case."

"Maybe you would have gotten a tour if you weren't busy having a tantrum and then hitting on Drew's friends."

"I wasn't-, never mind it does matter where are we heading?"

"Nowhere until you apologize." Sam throws her hands on her hips dramatically like she just won an argument I didn't know we were actually having and smiles coolly at me.

"For what exactly?"

"For being such an ass before when I was just trying to be nice and help you get settled in!" She genuinely thought she was being nice before? I guess part of me knew she must have felt like she was being nice before but still, to have enough money to be that naïve. Yeah this wasn't going to work. I definitely couldn't leave mom alone with these people. They would say something they thought was nice and she'd burst into tears.

"I'm sorry." Come on let's just get down to dinner. Come on please.

"That's it?" I don't say anything in reply. If she can stick her foot in her mouth unintentionally then I know I will too and I'm really not in the right headspace for this right now. "Ok, I guess it is then. I suppose we're good. Now let's go eat!" She says grabbing my hand in hers and skipping the rest of the way to the dining room.

         "Honey, good, come sit." Mom smiles and pats the seat cushion next to her beckoning me over. Of course the seats have cushions here and of course there's a chandler. It's not like I'm jealous of how there living, I mean not really. Maybe a little but that's only because it would have been nice to have a fraction of this growing up. Still the house is overly big and cold. Everything seems to have a place and from what I've seen nothing is there to make it feel lived in. No knickknacks, not even a throw blanket on the back of the living room couch we just passed by. Even the family photos on the walls are all portrait style and taken in some fancy studio.

Walking around there big wooden table I sit down next to mom and notice that Drew has already arrived too but Mark isn't in the room with us yet. I don't think things could be anymore tense. Our one possible ally has left us here alone with the sharks... this was not going to go well. "So, how was everyone's day?" Mom asks like this is the most casual thing in the world. I feel like hitting my head against the table. Stop trying, please can we all just sit here in silence. Please, please mom stop trying to make conversation.