The Rest of Our Lives

"This one night determines the rest of our lives."

15 year old Hanna gets caught in the middle of her siblings summer plans with their friends when she's supposed to be at her dads for the final summer before starting her junior year in high school. When she overhears her older brother, Marcus, and older sister, Evelyn, talking to their friends about going to California for 2 weeks, she wants in. After tricking her parents into thinking she'll be staying at a friends house for the 2 weeks while her parents are away, she sneaks away with the group. While in California, she tries to make the best of everything. Doing everything she thinks regular tourists do: see the Hollywood sign, scope out celebrities' houses, find some famous actors walking the streets... But sometimes, things go wrong.


4. Who Are You?

"Hannah!" I heard Austin yell from downstairs.

"Whaaaaat?!" I hollered back, slightly annoyed. This is the fifth time he's called my name in the last 30 minutes.

"Where are the bowls?!"

I groaned in frustration as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, not understanding why he couldn't find them; he's been to my house a million times, but I soon realized that since my mother forced us to move into another house, against my siblings and I's protests, he knows where nothing is.

I didn't understand why we moved. The old house was fine. But my mother obviously thought differently. 'Sweetie, this house is much better than that old, grubby thing' is what she told me when I asked. The old house wasn't huge, but it wasn't extremely small, either. It had a very antique look to it, which I loved. Plus, one of my best friends and Austin both lived right down the street. I loved that house. It was home. Until last week, when we moved into this gigantic Victorian-style home with way too many bedrooms and bathrooms for my two siblings, dog, and I. It was just all too much for the small family that we were, but again, mom didn't understand. 'Think of all the parties and sleepovers you can have here, Hanna.' I couldn't believe what she had said; had MY mother, of all people, just told me that I could have a party? Or... More than one? I eventually accepted it and thought to myself 'why am I questioning having parties? I'm in highschool, that should be all I'm worried about is throwing parties.'

I made it to the kitchen to see Austin looking through every and any cabinet he could find.

I laughed slightly, and walked over to a cabinet he hadn't looked in yet.

"Austin," I said as he turned around and smiled.

"Thanks, babe," he told me, kissing my cheek.

"Why do you need a bowl?"


"Austin, it's 5:00. Order some dinner or something."

"............ Pizza?"

I laugh lightly "Yes, Austin. You can order pizza."

He quickly set down the bowl and ran to the living room to call the pizza place.

I put the bowl and spoon away and overhear him ordering a large pepperoni pizza with a 2 liter of Pepsi. I soon sat down on on the couch next to him as he was hanging up the phone. He sat back and put his arm around me and sighed.

"They said 15 minutes," he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Alright," I told him as I laid my head on his shoulder. I turned on the tv and we started watching some crazy reality tv show as my brother walked through the door.

"Hey, man," Austin said when the skater-type, shaggy-haired 18 year old walked over to us.

"Hey." He looked at me and said "where's mom?"

"Where do you think? At the office like she is everyday."

"Oh. What're you guys doing?"

"Waiting for pizza," Austin told him.

"Sweet," Marcus said as he sat down next to Austin. They started talking about football and other sports when the doorbell rang and I got up to answer the door.

"12.65 please," the delivery boy said. He looked familiar, but I couldn't think of how I knew him. He was getting ready to leave when I called him back.


He turned around and slowly started coming back to the door.

"You go to Stevens, right?"

"Yeah. Your Hanna Johnson, dating Austin Mabry, your brother is Marcus, sister is Evelyn, your mom is Jennifer Johnson, aka one of the richest women in the entire city. Everyone knows who you are," he said, slightly shrugging.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows and said "How do you know so much," I paused to look at his name tag, "Eric.."

"Eric Stanfrey. And everybody knows who you are. Every. Body. Your boyfriend, too. Everyone knows you he is. You guys are some of the most popular and rich families in Chicago. No wonder you're dating," he told me matter-of-factly.

"Who are you?" I said with attitude. "Shouldn't you be in chess club, or yearbook committee or something?"

He rolled his eyes and laughed dryly. "Please," he scoffed . "I have a life, too ya know. It's not just like I sit around all day and do homework. And besides, shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, getting ready to go out to a party or something?" He said with just as much attitude.

"No, for your information. We're staying in, which is why we ordered the pizza," I told him, while yanking the pizza from his hand. "Goodnight." I shut the door and went back to the living room.

I sat on the couch and sighed. "What's wrong babe?" Austin asked.

"Nothing, just a moody delivery boy."

"Oh... Well. Let's get a movie started!"

We ended up watching movies all night, and eating chips, pizza and whatever else we could find. Austin and I fell asleep on the couch, and Marcus on the floor. The last thing I remember hearing was Austin saying "man, I love food" before I fell into a peaceful sleep.

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