We were cruising down the road, jamming out to One Direction, when my phone vibrated:
From Mother: Just got home. Having a family dinner. Be home soon.
I sighed and texted back:
To Mother: Alright. On my way home.
“Hannah, go ahead and drop me off at home, my mom told me we are having a family dinner.” I groaned.
She laughed at my reaction. “What’s so bad about a family dinner?”
I scoffed. “It’s a family dinner. Is it supposed to be good?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Dunno.”
“Besides,” I started, “My mom can’t cook, like, at all; neither can my step-dad. My older brother, Riley, came home from college today, and we had a rough hello. And my step-dad, well, he’s a step-dad; always tries to impress me, get him on my good side. Yeah right. I have one father; only one.”
“Hey, you’ll be alright. Trust me, if anyone knows anything about sibling fights, it’s me; and I know they can be a pain in the ass, but you get through it. Besides, you and Riley love each other a lot, just because you guys had a ‘rough hello,’ doesn’t mean you guys won’t get along. My parents can’t cook to save their lives either. Who do you think does the cooking? Me! And sure I don’t have a step-parent, but I get it. I do; and I’m here for you. Always.” She patted my leg. “But just remember, in a week, we’ll be going to go see One Direction!” She sang, grinning.
I couldn’t help but smile. Then in a matter of seconds my smile faded as she pulled up in my driveway. “Hey, do you think it will be alright if I spend the night until the concert?”
“Hm. Well, I mean, we’re going to have to leave early anyways so we can get to San Francisco in time, so I guess that could work. My parents won’t mind anyways, they love you, so do my little brothers.”
“Cool thanks.” I said, it getting out of the car. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way, kay?”
She gave me a warm smile. “Okie dokie. Have fun at that dinner of yours.” She winked.
“Not likely.” I said before she backed out of the driveway.
I opened the front door and was greeted by the aroma of grilled chicken. “Mmm. Is that chicken I smell?”
Riley came out of the kitchen and gave me a little smile. “Indeed it is lil’ sis. I’m the one who’s cooking it too. So it should taste amazing once I’m done.”
I chuckled. “Well, at least mom’s not making dinner; she would most likely burn the house down.” We both burst out laughing. “But in all seriousness, what happened before I left, well I-”
He put up his hand, indicating for me to shut my mouth. “Listen Lilly, what I said was not good, and I know it hurt you. I’m an idiot. Could you ever forgive me?” His eyes were practically begging me to forgive him.
I was about to nod but then I got an idea; a smirk slowly grew on my face. I crossed my arms and sighed. “Fine. But only on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
I pulled out my phone and got on to the video camera, ready to record him. “You have to say that One Direction is the best band you ever heard, and that you love them.”
He took a step back, away from me. “Uhm, what?! I’m NOT going to do that.”
“Fine, then I won’t accept your apology.”
He closed his eyes, and for a couple of seconds, there were no sounds other than the chicken sizzling in the kitchen. When he opened them, I noticed resignation written all over them. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it, but only because I love you and I don’t want us to fight.” He took a big breath in, and slowly let it out. I quickly pushed the record button, afraid that I might miss him saying this. “IRileyPlummerbelievethatOneDirectionisthebestbandIhaveeverheardandIabsolutelylovethem.” I stopped record and played it over and over. Sure, he talked a little too fast, but I have my ways.
I grinned wickedly. “Why thank you for your business, Mr. Plummer.”
He rolled his. He always did when I called him by his last name sophisticatedly. “And yours too, Ms. Christopher.” He walked back into the kitchen, mumbling angrily to himself.
I walked into the living room, feeling pleased with myself; at least I did until I saw Jack, my “step-dad” sitting on the coach. I groaned and sat on the chair while he was sitting on the couch reading one of his old novels.
He looked up and smiled at me. I pretended to be distracted on my phone so I didn’t have to smile back. He cleared his throat. “How was your day, honey?”
I glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”
He sighed and shook his head. “Alright, um, well, how was your day then?”
I scoffed. “Like you actually care.”
“I do care, hon- Lilly. You have to stop doing this. It hurts your mother, you know.”
“So what? She’s the one who has married four guys now! FOUR! Who does that? Oh, wait… My mom does that!”
“Get over it, Lilly. It doesn’t matter what you say or think. Your mother loves me, and I love her; you’re not going to stop this at all, we’re getting married. Just do me a favor.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Do me a favor and stay out of it. We don’t need a little kid ruining our love.”
My face grew red as I was started to get furious, angry tears were threatening my eyes. “Here, you know what? I will do the biggest favor for you, no catch to it either. I’m not going to come to your guys’ wedding.”
Tension filled the air as we all our food in awkward silence. I would glare at Jack from time to time, he would smile sweetly at Riley, Riley wouldn’t look away from his food, and Mom was drooling over Jack.
I looked over at Riley and decided to start a conversation. “Riley, this is really good chicken. I love it.”
He smiled cheekily at me, and frowned as he stared at something in front of him. I slowly looked over to my right to see Mom and Jack told making out. I could almost feel the chicken right back up, but I swallowed it down. I cleared my throat and mom broke apart looking shocked to see Riley and I sitting there, almost as if she forgot we were sitting there.
“So, Riley,” I started, “talk to us about your super amazing college experience so far”
Riley went on and on about college, and I hung on to every single word he said, but I did notice Mom kept scooting closer and closer to Jack, which made me even more angrier by the second.
That’s when my phone rung.
Thank God, saved by the bell.
“Oh, golly gosh; sorry ‘bout that. I’ll be right back.” I got up and walked into the bathroom, looking at the caller I.D. and pressing the green talk button. “Hello?”
“Hey hun, do you need saving?” Hannah asked.
“Oh my gosh, more than ever. Could you come pick me up? I’ll get my suitcase packed.”
She giggled. “Sure thing, sweet thang. Be there in a few.” Then the line went dead.
I ran out of the bathroom and up the stairs into my room. I grabbed a suitcase and started shoving clothes in there, not caring if they’re wrinkled or not. I grabbed my One Direction Toms and slipped them on; same with my One Direction necklace. I looked over at my body-sized poster of Harry Styles and walked over to it. I slowly traced his head with my finger; every angle, muscle, bone. Then I traced his lips. I leaned in and kissed them. If only this was the real Harry Styles, I’d probably be dead right now. “We’ll meet one day, Harry. I promise.” I whispered and walked downstairs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A stern female voice asked.
I turned around to see my mom standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. “Remember that One Direction concert I told you about? I’m going to stay at Hannah’s until it’s time to go. I really don’t want to see you and Jack smacking lips with each other.” Her face change from angry to shocked. “So knowing that you have nothing else to say here… Bon voyage.” I waved and ran out the door.