All I Want For Christmas Is You

Growing Eyes Or Giving Birth?

WARNING: I WROTE THIS OVER THREE YEARS AGO AND YES I KNOW IT IS NOT THE BEST GRAMMAR OR CORRECTLY WRITTEN.

Chapter: 1

My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen to see an icon indicating I have a text message.

From:DADDY!!<3

Hey sweet cheeks! Me and my girlfriend, plus her son are coming down for the holidays! See you later today! P.s Surprise! Love you! Xoxo

I sent a reply back.

From: Lizzy<3

Awesome Daddy! Can't wait 2 Cya! Lov u! Xoxo

Send. I slid my phone shut."Mom!!"I called down the stairs.

"Yes honey?" She yelled back up the stairs. This is how we communicate when I'm upstairs and she's down stairs.

"Is it true dad's coming in today?" I asked.

"Yeah! How did you know? It was gonna be a surprise." She answered.

"Dad just texted me." I responded.

"Oh. Okay then. He ruined the surprise but yes they're coming up for over the holidays."

"Kay! That's all I needed."

"Okay then sweetie." My mom yelled. I knew at this point she had gone back to her t.v show.

"Yayyyyy!" I jumped up and down. My Dad was coming with his girlfriend and her son! I'm so happy! I haven't seen my dad in two years. Unless you count FaceChat, or phone calls. But not in person.

Shockingly my mom was cool with this. My parents don't get along well. Not the normal divorce stories were one cheated. Nope. They just couldn't agree to disagree. Both stubborn and hot headed.

They've been divorced since i was five. Long time ago. Well, ten years ago . I'm fifth teen. If you can't do the math. Mom has moved on. She now has her own boyfriend. Jeremy. All though she's still not a big 'fan' of my dad. But I love them both.

It's awesome they are spending the holidays here, at our house. It was a decent size. There are four bedrooms. Just enough; one for me, one for mom and her boyfriend Jeremy, one for my dad and his girlfriend Gemma, and one for her son, I think my dad said his name was Austin, or was it Aaron? I can't remember. All I know was that he was around my age.

Oh well, i'll find out when they arrive later this evening. Leave it to my mom to tell me about this four hours before they arrive. Then telling me to go clean the whole house. Not that i was complaining. I get to see my dad! Though a little time would have been nice.

"Lizzy! Lizzy! I need the down stairs bathroom cleaned!" My mother called up to me.

Grrrr women. How am i gonna get all the beds made when she kept giving me new chores. Don't get me wrong i love my mom. But she's a little bit lazy. Okay, maybe a lot lazy.

I normally cleaned everything. Cooked everything. Though she always rubs it in that she's the one who keeps the roof over my head so she can be as lazy as she wants.I groaned as i walked down the stairs. My back is gonna give out if she doesn't help.

I walked into the living room, to get to the bathroom to clean, and see her sitting on her bum. Eating potato chips. Oh, and watching some romance movie. She had a weakness for rom coms.I glared at the back of her head. Little help here? Nothing.

"Don't glare at me missy. I put the roof over your head."

I jumped at the sound of my mother's voice. I swear she has eyes in the back of her head that she hides in that stash of brown hair. It's un naturally creepy, if you ask me.

"Hey mom, do you have eyes in the back of your head." I asked.

"Yes i do, all mothers do, you might someday." She stuffed more potato chips in her mouth. How does she stay so thin?

"So what your saying is when i give birth someday, i will all of a sudden grow a pair of eyes in the back of my head." I said sarcastically.

"Yep."

"Did it hurt?" I said sarcastically.

"Giving birth or growing eyes?" Mom questioned.

Where had this conversation gone?

"Growing eyes!" I excliamed. Everyone on the plant knows giving birth is like the most painful thing every. I wouldn't know but, it's just a simple fact. No one should question it.

"Nah, you barely feel it." She waved me away, her eyes still focused on the actors on the screen.

Okay this is just getting awkward.

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it knowing this can only get more awkward. So i just shook my head and grabbed cleaning supplies as i head to the bathroom. Now the real question is how am i gonna finish cleaning in time to pick them up? They I guess are considered family so I don't get what the big fuse is.

Maybe i'll just let Mom and Jeremy pick them up. Yep that sounds good.

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Scrub, swish, scrub, swish, scrub, swish.

The sound of the rag my tried arm was using to finish the last window of the house. Finally I was done cleaning the house. And might I say, I did a great job.

"Honey, we're leaving now!" My mom called as she and Jeremy got on their coats.

"Leaving to go to where?" I asked confused.

"To pick them up from the airport, duh." My mother have me a look.

"I knew that." I felt stupid. Like really stupid, what had I just spent all day cleaning the house for?

"Sure, dumbo." She replied.

Love you too mom. I stuck my tongue out at the back of their heads as the walked out of the house, locking the door behind them.

"Finally! Their gone!" I shouted throwing my fist in the air.

Suddenly the door swung open and Jeremy came in . He gave me a weird look as i froze with my fist in the air. "I forgot my cell." He said. I didn't say anything as he walked back out of the door. I waited till i heard the car pull out until i can un froze.

"That was awkward." I have a habit of talking to myself. "I should probably get dressed." I mumbled to my self.

I looked down at myself i was still in my pajama pants and a white tank top. It would definitely be weird to see my dad, his girlfriend and her son like this. I didn't even have a bra on. I don't think they want to see my boobs hanging out. Not awkward at all! Nothing says hey. How you doing? Like a fifthteen year old girls boobs.

Hint my very obvious sarcasm.

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~Edited 6/25/13~