"I hope you guys like some good homemade spaghetti and meatballs. I made the sauce myself and I think you guys might just fall in love." Marilyn said, pouring the sauce all over her spaghetti. She looked as if she had been over the stove all afternoon.
"Okay, let me bless the food." Scott senior said, grabbing my dad's hand and his wife's hand. I was stuck holding Dylan's hand and Lauren. "Lord, we thank you for blessing us with this food, that my wonderful wife has spent her time making. We pray that you bless this food and prevent any harm to come from this food. We also want to thank you for blessing us with another amazing day. In Jesus' name we pray, amen."
"Amen." We all sung. I looked down at the plate in front of me and began time twirl the pasta around my fork.
Out of all the families in LA, it had to he the family of the guy who hates my guts. This was such a cliche move and not to mention the dude is freaking popular. He is like the most attractive guy I have ever seen. But, I knew he was materialistic.
Scott junior was creeping me out with the intense stare. He had a smirk playing at his lips. I could imagine what was going on through his head, after all he was a hormonal teenage boy. Lauren seemed out of place in the whole family, since she was indeed quiet.
"Do you guys like it here so far?" Scott S asked. Dylan shrugged and I repeated his actions. I honestly wanted to go back to Colorado, I hated it here already. I missed my best friend and her boy crazed self.
"So, Milan. Your dad told me you love animals a lot." Marilyn started a conversation with me and I nodded. "I do love animals and I plan on being a veterinarian." I shyly answered.
"Funny enough, I'm one too and I'm offering you a job at my business. We basically babysit animals and make sure they get everything they need while their owners are at work or on vacation. It's a nice paying job, all my kids work there. Would you be interested in joining too?"
The whole idea was great to me, except, I wouldn't like to be working side to side with Beck. The glare he gave me was basically him pleading with me to say no. But, I wasn't a typical girl who was scared of stares, I could handle my own. Since the spoiled little boy didn't want me here, I was sure to join.
"Sure, why not?" I smirked, looking directly into Beck's light blue eyes. He stood up and excused himself, mumbling something under his breath as he exited.
Dinner went by smoothly with the talk of school, friends and the regular stuff people asked when they wanted to know something about you. I didn't feel as awkward as I did when we first came. The atmosphere made me feel welcomed, besides the dark and gloomy cloud who sat facing me.
I wondered what Latisha would do if she was here. I could imagine her right now, matter of fact.
"I know this white boy is not trying a bad bitch like me!"
"Claim your life before I snatch the fuck out of it from you boy."
"Are you dumb?"
"Do you not know who the fuck I am?"
"Baby, boom!"
"Lord, give me wisdom, because if you give me strength, ima beat this bitch ass."
Although she was a stereotypical black girl, I loved her. She was loud, ghetto and blunt. I was on the other hand, quiet, shy and I spared people's feelings. If I really said what I was thinking majority of the time, I'm sure everyone would hate me. But, you know, like my best friend would say;
Classy, never trashy.
Latisha was actually supposed to be visiting me in December or we visit them. My parents haven't figured it out yet, but I hope they did, because this hot weather was not working for me. I wanted to be in the cold again and feel the snow.
I just couldn't function right without my right hand. She was legit a sister I never had and I always went to her for some advice. We told each other every single thing, sometimes a blessing and others a curse.
"Would you like some pie, darling?" Marilyn asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Would it be a problem if you wrapped it up for me, please?" She shook her head with a smile and began wrapping the pie up for me.
My mother told us to go in the car whilst my dad tried to get as much talk as he could from his long time friend. I sat in the car, annoyed that Dylan was already testing my faith.
"Boy, leave me alone. Are you dumb or stupid?" I growled out at him and he laughed. He took me for a joke, before I slapped the fuck out of him.
"Touch me one more time," I smirked. "See if I won't slap the fuck outta you."
"I'm sure you don't wanna see Jesus so soon, with them expired ass waves." He rolled his eyes as I laughed at my own joke.
"You think you popping with that nappy ass weave?" He erupted into laughter and I rolled my eyes with a scowl on my face. "You obviously don't know the difference between laid and nappy. I'm not your hoe of a girlfriend."
Luckily, our parents came back in time, stopping him from saying anything else to me.
As soon as we arrived home the first thing I had did was shower and then sign into Skype. I saw that Latisha was online and saw that she had left some messages for me.
Latisha Johnson
Get on bitch.
I
miss you... :(
And you know I don't love you hoes!
I'm all about three money, money!
I'm all about that work.
Work work work work work work
Girl get on before I log tf off
You think you bad bc you in LA
no bitch you lame
You're so rude
You're so ugly jk
You're so annoying
But you're my bestfriend <3
I know you saw that little white boy lmaoooooo
Babe come on
I laughed at her bipolar messages and rung her up on Skype. "Girl, let me tell you.." I began.
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Converting The Rich Boy
Teen Fiction"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did. "Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew...
