How To: Get A Boyfriend Fast

Prologue

How to: Get a Boyfriend Fast.
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"Mom," I groan clutching onto my stomach. "Pull over, I don't feel well. I'm gonna be sick." I shout, feeling an extreme hit of nausea flow through my body. We had been in the car for two and a half hours, let's be honest, I deserve an award for not throwing up an hour in to the drive.

"I swear to god Jordan, if you vomit in my car I will ruin you, it was you're idiotic decision to sit in the back, what did you expect?" My mother spits in her thick Spanish accent.

Wow madré, way to be sensitive and understanding. I roll my eyes at her.

It was my fault though, we had little TV's set up in the back seats of the car for my little brother Dean so he wouldn't get bored, in which I couldn't resist. I wanted to watch Sons Of Anarchy, but my stupid motion sickness was getting in the way of my 'Jax Teller appreciation time'. Don't know who Jax Teller is? Look him up, you can thank me later.

"Jordan, just pull down your window for fresh air, while I try to find somewhere to stop," she replies, frantically looking for a place to park, which is difficult as we're on a narrow highway with many tall trees surrounding us and very few stops. It's dark out too, so 'looking out towards the horizon' isn't of much convenience to me because I can't exactly see.

I began to slowly inhale and exhale in order to try and decrease the growing dizziness but that attempt didn't last long, as soon as I pulled down my window for fresh air, it had been too late. I was unable to keep it down.

BLEGH!

Right out the window. Oops. At least none went in the car.

"PUTO INFIERNO! ESTÁS BROMEANDO?!" Cusses my mother in Spanish very loudly.

If my Spanish is correct I believe she said "Duck hell! Are you excited celery?!"

What? No that is definitely not right.

Oh. She said puto, not pato (duck) so what she really said was. "F*cking hell! Are you kidding?!"

Where did I get celery from?

At that moment she pulled over and out I ran to a couple of bushes and continued to vomit. Charming I know.

After I had managed to extricate every bit of food I had left in my stomach, I ran back to the car, this time riding shotgun.

"Here," my mother says handing me a couple of tissues, which instinctively I use to wipe my mouth.

"What are you doing? That's for my car not your mouth!" My mum complains. I roll my eyes at her. She just bought this car and has been treating it like one of her own kids.

Someday's I felt like she loved the car more than me.

"Clean yourself up and get in the car, we only have about 15 minutes left until we get to our new house."

Thank god.

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~15 or so minutes later~

We finally arrived at the newly constructed house.

My mother wanted a fresh start after her recent divorce which was hard on all of us. Especially Dean, as he and I were both really close with our dad.
But there's not much I can do, those kind of negative events happen in life all of the time whether we agree with them or not.
It was my fathers mistake to cheat on my mom which gave her the idea to move here, into a town in California, about 2 hours away from our old home.