Never Change

LA

As we walked outside of the airport in Los Angeles right into the June summer heat  I was reminded of why   I had loved it when we moved to New York. But then we got into my dad's Porsche and the AC felt like heaven. My dad loves cars and racing, so he makes sure he always has the best cars wherever he goes.

" Okay so we'll go to the house, you have some time to change, get ready and we're having dinner with Eric. I'm sure he'll be really happy to see you"
Eric, yes Eric Dane. One of my dad's closest friends, mostly known as Mark Sloan. So during the shooting of Grey's I  moved with dad since it  was long running series, but also I had the priviledge of going with him on set and getting to know everyone, they became family to us, so much they could walk through the door of our house  without any warning and be welcome by everyone. But Eric was definitely one of my favorite people, and dad's throughout the years. I started thinking of all the memories that...

"You're doing it again"
" What do you mean"
" You get in your head, and then leave me talking by myself. I mean I love talking so I'm not complaining but once in a while I'd like to have a conversation with my daughter"
He really does love talking, like a lot.
" I'm sorry dad, I was just thinking of how many memories we have here of when you were shooting Greys and how much that was a big part of my life"
" I know, I love this city too kid. Just .. "
" Just not as much as New York"
He turns to me and smiles
"Am I really that old and predictable?"
" Well I would say just predictable but I think your gray hair says otherwise" He glares at me but we laugh and he keeps driving. And he says something but gets cut off by his phone and answers it , and I zone out again.
I look out the window and I was reminded of why I loved this city, just the look of it made you inspired and wanting to dream bigger. As a little kid I would walk around and just enjoy everything the city had to offer, the people, the vibe everything. I loved palm trees. We drove around and came to our house, of course in Beverly Hills. It all looked the same, so many memories.

I walked into my room and  put all the stuff down I looked out my window and walked into my porche the view was one of the most amazing I had seen and I loved it. My phone started ringing in my pocket with a Facetime call. I answer it and my sister's face appears on the screen.

"Hey Tee"
" Hey, you guys make it to hell city yet?" 
I snort
" Yes Tee we did just land in LA, we're getting ready to meet with Eric"
" I hate that you guys had to leave."
" I know, honestly so do I but we have to get used to it, this is dad's job."
" Why couldn't he be an accountant or a lawyer or something normal?"
"Can  you  imagine dad as an accountant?"
We both burst put laughing, and I turn to look at her surroundings, she's in the park in our neighborhood but not at home.
" You're not at home?"
" No" she diverts eye contact and looks down " I had a fight with mom, she's been stressed since dad hadn't left for that long in some time and I guess she just takes it out on me when I want to go out with people to party"
" She's been stressed?"
" Yeah but it's not worth talking about right now okay. I need to go tho, I love you. Say hi to Eric"
Well that was definitely weird.
" Okay, love you too Tee." and she hangs up. The weirdest phone call I've had in a while, but I make a mental note to definitely check on their mom and see how she's doing. I look at my suitcase, everything spilling from everywhere, and no will power whatsoever so I decide to go and get some snacks to get the job done. I walk into the kitchen and dad's on the phone with his back to me so I walk slowly without him noticing me and to not disturb him. That's when I realize he's got his stressed pose. He looks down to the floor and his arm is crossed over his chest as he clenches the phone tightly. I realize I probably should leave, but I'm a nosy daughter so I keep listening.

" Listen, I know babe, I know how you feel okay but that is totally not what I wanted to do"
I realize he's talking to his wife, probably about why she's been stressed. He waits a while and his pose and face become more frustrated.
" I realize that but she's my daughter."
Um what, they're talking about Tee?
" Yes, I get your point, they're also my children. No I have never showed preference to her, we have just been through a lot more together, we're a team"
Now I realize, they're talking about me. I guess she's been stressed because he brought me? This is very unfair. I really don't know why she would react like this, I mean she's a good mother but also she cares for me, what is she like this? I move a step and my dad realizes I'm there when he turns around. He looks frustrated and he just puts a hand through his hair and drags it along his face.
" Listen, she's my daughter okay. We'll talk about this later I have to go"
He turns around slowly and puts his phone down.  I can't believe she would do this, she would betray me like this. I look at the floor everything I can think about is just to run away I need space.
" Hey, she didn't mean that. She's going through a tough time me not being there and she just..."
" Of course you would defend her"
" Well she is my wife... but I'm not defending her kid...."
" You know what, it's totally okay. Whatever, I'm going for a walk"
I grab my keys and an LA cap to not be as recognizable and I walk outside. It's not unreasonable... Or maybe it is. I just need some space.