CHAPTER:4

Beyanca's POV

I remember when mom and dad were getting separated, everyone around us used to say constantly about how much hard it's gonna be for me and Brian.

I know they were right at whatever they said.

But they also said something along the lines that most people can't even stay friends or stand each other after getting divorced!

Well let me just make this big fat album about my parents and shove it up their bumcheeks!

(Ass is a bad word to use for relatives, no matter how much truth that word holds.)

Mom and dad both together are like friendship goals!

I mean-

Just look at them okayyy!

.

Just look at them pairing up against me and Brian and beating our asses in almost every game!

(It's not relatives being talked about here.)

Okay fine!

Every. Single. Game.

It's not like we don't like Arcade or anything, we're actually pros.

*smirking with a hairflip*

But it's mom and dad we're talking about here!

They're Amazing!

Just Amazing.

Oh yeah, that's where we get it from.

Genes Baby!

We came here an hour ago,

And boy!

It has sixty fuckin' minutes.

And they seem even longer when you lose ten times in a row.

Not that we lost straight away ten games!

It was somewhere around fifteen I guess, maybe.

Just maybe okayy!

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A few centuries later...

"ENOUGH!" Me and Brian shouted in unison.

Coz we seriously have had enough now!

Like,, how much a person can enjoy loosing?

Still we tolerated it for hours!

And now are tired as hell.

(Careful, we're heroes.)

Mom and dad pouted and frowned.

Ohh PLEASE!

NO.

How much can one enjoy this!??

Aren't they bored of winning yet?

"C'mon you guys! That's more than enough for a decade, atleast." Brian said, frustration lacing his words.

"Aww Emi, look at 'em all worked up with just some little games here and there." Dad said grinning at mom.

"Woah-oh-hoo Old man,

I assure you they weren't little, kayy!?" I said.

"Woah-oh-hoo young lady,

they soooo were." Dad replied, mocking me.

"They were not."

"They definitely were."

"You're being unfair."

"You're being ridiculous. "

"You're mean."

"You're whiny."

"Okayy stop!" Mom said breaking our banter and laughing along with Brian.

I glared at dad for sometime while he narrowed his eyes at me simultaneously.

And we both burst out laughing.

See,

This is what I missed.

Dad came towards me and engulfed me in a hug while still laughing and we stayed like that for a while.

"Okay but we were still serious about leaving this sorry excuse of a place." I said.

"Oh honey, that's only because of your sorry excuse of skills." He replied while chuckling.

"Now don't start again, we'll leave this place." Mom said cutting off our another round of repartee even before it could start.

"Yayy!" I smiled and gave a high-five to Brian who mirrored my expressions.

Dad pouted in response.

So Dramatic.

But now I atleast know that where I got that trait from.

And differentiating these things are hard as hell when both your parents are dramatic peeps!

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After finally settling down in the car, we decided to go to a diner nearby to grab something to eat.

It didn't took us much time and we reached the diner shortly after.

Mom dropped the three of us on the entrance and headed in some other direction to look for a space to park the car.

Just then dad's cellphone rang indicating he had a call. He answered the call while me and Brian stood there.

Brian was replying to some of his important texts from some really important person, as he says it!

As if I don't know.

Idiot.

Melissa.

That's her. For sure.

For all of you with just two brain cells like me who still couldn't figure out,

She's Brian's girlfriend.

Yep, you gussed it right,

It took me a whole year to figure out that the girl who used to come to our house so regularly was this dork's girlfriend.

Even though I never used to leave a chance to tease him about every girl I saw him with, I just couldn't catch it that time.

I don't know it was me being dumb or not paying attention but I actually believed them everytime when they said they had assignments and homework to do.

Now I realise what they were talking about.

Freakin' biology!

Dumb me.

But hey, you can't blame me.

I was just 13 okay.

When I first realised what it was I thought they were just messing around.

But now it's almost about 5 years of their togetherness!

And I neither wish nor think that they're parting their ways anytime soon. I know they'll last!

They're just so perfect together. Cute

I wonder how she even liked my jacakass of a brother on the first note.

Melissa,

Well she's the most gorgeous girl with an hour glass figure and the most hot physique.

She has pretty hazel eyes, pink pouty lips and beautiful chestnut voluminous curls which compliment her face so much.

Calm your horses down, I do not swing that way. Period.

And above all of that, she's like the sweetest and the kindest person.

And insanely intelligent.

Yup, exactly.

Beauty with Brains!

And then people wonder why I get shocked after seeing her with my brother.

Not that my brother is dumb or not good looking.

He's equally intelligent and handsome.

Again, genes babyyy!

We just got some really nice ones.

It's just that he's annoying, a lot.

Well but that's what I think like every other person thinks of their sibling.

After a few minutes even I busied myself in my phone. I was scrolling through my social media.

It's the most interesting and the least productive work of every teen's life guys, so give me a break okay!

Just then a shopping page popped up on my screen obstructing my view of memes.

I swear it's so hard to browse through internet these days. I'll see something on internet and boom!

It's everywhere on my other apps the next day.

Damn cookies.

But I'll let that slide for now because the top on display was really cute.

Although the price was way too much for that skimpy piece of clothing which will barely cover anything.

Yeah, so basically It was made to display everything.

Typical fashion, I tell you!

The lesser the clothing the more the price.

FYI, I'm not a conservative. I'm not against small clothes, I wear those too.

But Like what the fuck are these people charging us for?

They should pay us back for cutting and keeping the rest part!

Still the price wasn't a problem.

Never was.

I mean- come on, my dad over here owns a freakin' company. We are loaded.

I then suddenly remembered old times. I've always been a shopaholic. I used to just buy everything I found nice.

There was a special section for nice-but-can't-wear.

Perks of having a huge-ass closet.

I just never wore anything except of the clothes that covered my whole body. I was just too insecure of my body and was never confident in those clothes.

Same goes with make-up and other accessories.

I had everything a teen girl desires but always lacked the confidence. There was always this voice in the back of my head which kind of used to restrict me and was the main reason for all of this.

Even partying was a foreign term for me.

But it's all quite the opposite now.

San Diego actually changed me a lot.

Changed me for good.

I've more confidence on myself now.

I was snapped out of my thoughts with a loud sound. We jerked our heads towards the source of the sound and saw a crowd growing.

Not too far from their is car. Clearly showing that there was an accident!!

We headed over there and crossed the crowd to go to the centre. A women was laying there, surrounded with blood.

She was wearing the same clothes as my mom and then reality hit me.

I slowly walked towards the body and fell on my knees near it.

I turned that petite-bloody body only to see what I was afraid of,

"MOOMMMMMM...."