So my parent’s arrival couldn’t have come at a worse time. In fact, they both deserved a medal for the stupidest time to show up ever. My mother was currently hugging Ray, sobbing into his chest while he just stood and patted her on the back looking uncomfortable.
“Oh, my babies, I’ve missed you both so much,” She cried.
My very tanned and tall father rolled his eyes and laughed as he took hold of my mother’s arm and gently started pulling her away from Ray, who looked relieved.
“Come on Joanna. Leave the poor boy alone,” my father said, shaking his head at my mother’s over dramatic emotion.
I fought my hardest not to giggle at Ray’s face, which had remained completely impassive throughout the whole painfully awkward reunion. So parents decided to come home and honestly, it was very weird seeing them both here. It’s usually what happens though. They leave, then just turn up a few months later expecting things to go back to normal, before they leave again. I was very much used to it now and like I said before. My parents aren’t a part of my life, they’re just there.
This time, however, their arrival wasn’t appreciated. I was finding it really hard wrapping my head around the fact that my parents were home and didn’t have a clue about what’s been going on with their kids. I was finding it very difficult wrapping my head around the fact that they are both completely unaware that their son is a werewolf and I’m dating one.
The amount of weird stuff that has happened and what I’ve found out in the past few weeks has blown me away. Anything else now just seemed pointless, including the parent thing. It somehow felt like they shouldn’t even be here. Having something normal enter my life actually made me want to curl up into a ball and cry. My parents being here reminded me how much my life has spiralled completely out of control since meeting Colton and I didn’t know whether it was a good thing or not.
My mother finally calmed down, though I was suspicious it was just crocodile tears anyway. Eventually, she remembered me and looked my way with a beaming smile on her face, “Oh, Layla honey, you’ve grown up so much,” she cooed, “Very womanly.”
I stiffened when she took me into her arms then and hugged me tightly. My mother heaved another fake sob and I tapped her on the back super awkwardly. After a few minutes, she pulled away again and looked down at my body, “You’re taking after your mother in the chest department I see.”
“Mum!” I protested, throwing my hands over my chest area and avoiding eye contact with my now amused brother. People always said I looked like mother and Ray looked like our dad. Honestly, I see very little resemblance to my Stepford resembling mother.
She smiled and placed her handbag on the counter top, sighing deeply as she looked around the kitchen. She turned back towards me and once again her eyes trailed down my body, like she was inspecting me or something, “I’m happy to see you’re almost growing out of your gothic stage, honey. It never suited you.”
I rolled my eyes as my father stepped forward and took me into his arms then. I hugged him awkwardly back, but I did like him better than my mother right now, “I hope you’ve been good.”
“As always,” I smiled as he pulled away and ruffled my hair like I was a child.
He shook Ray’s hand and ruffled his hair also making Ray roll his eyes. Ray was huge compared to dad. Ever since he started going wild with his body art, dad had taken a step back from the father, son thing. But I know he still loves us just the same, even if his way of showing it was putting money in our bank accounts.
“I thought you weren’t coming back until my birthday?” I asked as dad put the kettle on. That reminded me of the mess of the house, including the overflowing sink and no clean cups in the cupboard. I glanced at Ray, who must have been thinking the same because he was looking nervous.
My mother sighed as she sat on the stool, flicking her long, manicured hair over her shoulder. She looked like a stranger in her own house. “Well, your father needs to work for a little while. Plus we can start preparing your party, big eighteen. You can get Vicky and Tasha to help.”
I rolled my eyes at the mention of Vicky. I couldn’t be bothered explaining to my mother that Vicky and I are not friends anymore. I sat back down on the stool opposite as I watched my father rinsed two clean cups under the steaming, hot tap.
|Phoebe Tonkin||as Layla|
|Your Imagination||as Colton|
|Matt Shadows||as Ray|
|Amber Heard||as Jenny|
|Rob Devita||as Toby|
|Ashley simpson||as Tasha|
|Taylor Momsen||as Vicky|