Crusin' On Vacation

01| The Wonderful Blue Sea.

Life's rough rn

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Day 1: The Wonderful Blue Sea.

THERE WERE OFTEN TIMES WHEN YOU FELT LIKE GIVING UP. This was one of those times. I'd only just started my journey, and I was already having thoughts of backing out of my plan. So far, operation get my parent's back together was a huge flop.

Our ship had set sail last night. I knew this because I basically stayed up all night, watching the scene, and trying to come up with new ideas, but came up with nothing. My head went blank when I got my pen and paper out to try and write down some ideas. That was basically how I spent my whole night, scribbling absolute rubbish.

I felt a wave of tiredness hit me as I threw another paper ball it into the trash can that was right next to my bed.

I groaned, letting myself fall back down on the large queen-sized bed. The sun was seeping in though the window, telling me that it was fit for me to leave my room.

This definitely wasn't what a vacation was supposed to feel like. But again, this wasn't really a vacation for me. It was just a way of getting my parent's back together. Like I said, I wasn't letting this opportunity pass by without me taking action. I didn't want my family to fall apart.

I felt guilty; like this was somehow my fault. Were they getting the divorce because of me? I wouldn't be surprised if they were. They probably felt like their family was falling apart because I never payed attention. I was never at home. So they felt like there wasn't any hope left.

I bit my lip, sitting up again. I grabbed the schedule for today that was on the nightstand beside me and went through it.

Okay, so, we had family breakfast at eight, which would last till ten. I could work with that easily enough.

I needed to think of something. What could I do that would possibly bring them together during breakfast? I had to think of something fast. It would soon be time for that.

I started pacing around my room, kicking a crumbled up paper that had probably fallen when I was trying to throw it in the trash. I had to think of the two of them. What did they share in common?

My mother was a neat freak (so was my father, but not quite as much as she was). She loved spa days, new nails, new hair dos, new trendy dresses. She was all about class. She loved stilettos. She also loved the latest gossip in town—which was why she was always on her phone. Anytime she came home with a bright grin, you'd know she had just found out some juicy tea.

My father, on the other hand, was a lot more basic. The fanciest you would ever see him in was a suit, and a neck tie. He didn't even know how to knot one. He'd always seek help from my mother, when he needed one urgently. He only listened to my mother's gossip because he liked watching her? I didn't even know.

The only thing they had in common was that they both couldn't stand when something wasn't clean.

How could that possible help me?

It was like I couldn't even do anything. The only thing I knew that they would do together was when my father needed a tie. He always liked to look the part. So, today, I wouldn't be surprised if he wore a tie.