I drove my motorcycle from the airport home. When I walked in Dad, Cristal, Fallon, Grandpa, Sam and someone else we're stood in the foyer.
"Guess who's back bitches." I yelled pulling my bike helmet off.
"Language." Dad, Fallon and Grandpa said to me as Sam ran and picked me up.
"Girl, you are looking golden." Sam said.
"Barcelona was great. I even learnt a little bit of spanish just don't try to have conversation with me about it." I said.
"You know I didn't realise how much I would miss such an annoying person." Fallon teased.
"So you're not going to protest if I give you a hug?" I asked. Fallon hugged me.
"When do I get to meet this boy that makes my baby girl so happy?" Grandpa asked hugging me.
"Uh depends how long you're staying?" I asked.
"I don't know." Grandpa said.
"I'm gonna head upstairs and take a shower." I said before sprinting upstairs. I showered and washed my hair before changing.
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I sat down studying for my midterms when Fallon walked in.
"You look pretty dressed up to sit up here and study." Fallon said sitting at the end of the bed.
"Grandpa's here and I've gotta at least make it look like I care about my appearance." I said studying for math.
"Do you need any help with studying?" Fallon asked.
"Uh, I think I'm good. Thanks." I said.
"So tell me about Barcelona." Fallon said.
"It was beautiful. The food, the music, the views. I loved it. It was nice to be away from all the drama for once." I said.
"I'm heading out with Monica if you wanna come." Fallon offered.
"I'm gonna stay here. Before you go who's that woman downstairs?" I asked.
"Iris, Cristal's sister and Sam's mother." Fallon said.
"Okay. Thanks, have fun with Monica." I said as Fallon left. I walked downstairs and joined Grandpa, Dad, Cristal, Sam and Iris in one of the seating areas.
"Iris this is Gabbie. Gabbie this is my sister Iris." Cristal said.
"Hi." I said sitting next to Sam. The woman shook my hand.
"So, Iris, Cristal tells me it's been 12 years since you've seen each other?" Dad asked.
"And six since I've seen my boy." Iris said.
"I couldn't manage being away from my kids that long." Dad said.
"Maybe mom could tell you about it." I muttered. Grandpa smiled.
