Misunderstood

Chapter Twelve

“What are you doing tonight sweetheart? You know your father and I have to go to that corporate dinner, are you sure you don’t want to come?” my mom asks once again as I lay on her bed watching her put her earrings in. I’ve always envied my mother for how pretty she is; with her long dark hair and deep green eyes she looks as if she could be my sister instead of my mom. She’s wearing a fitted, white evening gown with gold accents. She has her hair up into an intricate braided bun, and she’s putting gold studs in to match her long gold chain around her neck. 

“Where are the kids going?” I ask, turning to lay on her bed so my hair falls over the side and touches the floor. Everything is upside down, and I can feel the blood rushing to my head but for some reason I love being able to run my fingers through my hair and feel how long it is. My mom gives me a look through her mirror, basically telling me to not call my little sister and twin brothers ‘the kids’. 

“Spencer and Kyle are staying the night with one of their friends from school, and Sarah Beth is going out with friends to a movie and then grandma is going to pick her up,” my mom answers, going back to making sure her makeup and attire looks spectacular. “You can always go to your grandmother’s too if you want,” she adds lightly. 

“No I’m okay, I’ll probably just hang out in my room and watch some movies or something,” I shrug, which is surprisingly hard to do when you’re laying down. My mom gives me a worried look for about two seconds before giving me a small smile. 

“Okay, well I will call you when I can and make sure you’re alright,” she speaks, coming and giving me a kiss on the forehead before grabbing her black pumps and beckoning for me to follow her down stairs where my dad is sitting on the couch already dressed in his tux and watching the soccer game on the television. 

They both give me another kiss before heading out the door, leaving me alone for the night. I wander up to my bedroom, falling back on the large bed as I grab the remote for the television hung on the wall. Do I seriously want to sit here and watch Netflix alone all night? Wow, I really am one of the coolest people around. 

I grab my phone and think about texting Ashton or Harper, but I know they are both busy with family events tonight. I’ve learned that the thing about being an only child is that they always get included in big corporate dinners. I, on the other hand, having two brothers and a sister do not get to go to these dinners. 

I pull up my text messages, opening the message from a few days ago where we had been arguing about how stupid biology class was. ‘Come over and watch a movie?’ I quickly type out, taping send and opening Netflix, not expecting an answer for at least another ten minutes, but the ding of an incoming text is mere seconds after I sent mine. 

‘Sure, the family is at some dinner. Be over in 20,’ the text reads and I can’t help but smile, of course he would come through in my time of need. 

I go back downstairs and order a pizza while I wait, I may as well feed him since he is hurrying to be at my side. As I walk around the house and search for a movie to watch on the large flat screen in the living room I hear the doorbell ring and go open it to find Luke paying the pizza boy before grabbing the large pie from his hands. 

“What’d you do that for you big goof? I was going to treat you to dinner,” I laugh, hitting him lightly in the chest as he grins down at me. 

“Oh well, you shouldn’t have planned it so pizza boy and I got here at the same time then,” he teases before walking around me and placing the pizza on the coffee table before making himself right at home on my couch with his feet spread out on the coffee table as well.