Daylight

Eight

Michaels POV:
I had finally forgotten about her. I didn't even remember her name. It had been about three weeks since the last time we talked and we haven't talked since. I was excited because after a whole year of touring I got to go home to see my family. The guys and I had all been on a plane just hours before, so all we wanted to do now was just hang out with our families. Because right after we'd gotten off the plane we had gone right to a restaurant to eat. But now we're all in a van being driven to our houses. When we pulled down my street I noticed the house that was up for sale now had a car with a bunch of bags in front of it. I guess some family finally moved in. Ugh that means mum is going to want to "welcome them to the neighborhood", greeeaaaat. I turn back to the front of the van and I see my mom outside waiting for me. Tears of joy start to well up in my eyes as I hop out of the car and run and pick her up and spin her around. "I missed you so much!!!" I say and my dad walks out and hugs me. "Hey Mikey we've missed you!"
I walk into my house and everything looks the same. That's one thing I always love about coming home, nothing ever changes. I walk into my old room. Wow this place is smaller than I remember. I flopped down onto my bed and just as I was about to drift off into sleep my mum walks in and says "Hey we're going to go welcome our new neighbors." "Ugh do I have to go?" I ask. She gives me a stern look and I don't even bother asking again. I get up and put my beanie on and my mum grabs the plate of cheese toasties and walk out the door. We walk down the street and I gaze up at the sky and yawn. Man I really want to go back to sleep. We walk up to the door and my mum rings the door bell. We hear voices and the door swings open. It was her!! Standing in the doorway. What the hell was she doing here.