Loving The Bad Boy [1 & 2]

It's Hard To Explain

Chapter Twenty-One: It's Hard To Explain.

[Isabelle Dawns' POV]

The only good thing happening tonight is that I'll finally be with my family again. But the bad thing is that I don't know where my relationship with Chase will take me anymore...

The drive back home to our mother's house was extremely long. It made me remember the time when my mom first drove me to college for the first time. It was around 6pm and the sun had already died down over the horizon. I'm seated on passengers seat at the front with my brother beside me focusing on the road. I'm not exactly sure what to say to him now.

Michael got overly protective over me just because of some stupid hickey Chase has given me. Everything in the car was silent, I hated it. It wasn't one of those peaceful silence you usually wish for, but it's one of those tensioned quiet moments.

Attempting to break the noiselessness atmosphere, my hand reaches for the radio. Pushing the button, the sound of sweet music plays. I look at Michael; his hand still firmly griped around the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Okay ladies and gents. Tonight we're going to hit up some old tunes from the past." the radio host explained, "Here's a favourite song from the fall of 2007. Pretty sure you all know it."

The familiar beat started playing. I instantly smiled as the song began, it was my brother's and I's favourite song when we were younger; Low by Flo Rida and T-Pain.

I give Michael a nudge on his arm, a smile displays his lips as he turned and saw me.

Mmmm, let me talk to. Let me talk to...
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her!
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know, shut it down low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

I couldn't help but sing along to it, and that's what Michael and I did.

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know, shut it down low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

The atmosphere has suddenly lightened as my brother and I sang the old tune. Our laughs filled the car and I finally felt like old times. Michael is only 21, so basically, he's three years older than me.

But sometimes, he's still that annoying big brother I loved. Next thing I know, we were pulled up in front of our mum's house, a two story with a nice front garden. I take a step out the car and to the front door, Michael stands behind me. I ring the doorbell excitedly and wait for entrance to fly open.

I see my mother standing in front of us with teary eyes as she looked at Michael and I, "Oh my goodness!" she beams.

"Hi, mum." I say, hugging her tightly. She does the same.

"Hey, mum." Michael smiles warmly at her before bringing her body into his arms.

"What are you both doing here?" she asks excitedly.

"We figured we'd come to see you. We've missed you." A smile never leaving my face.

"I've raised my children right." She says to herself, Michael and I laughing. We both head inside of the house we grew up in, Michael takes a seat on his usual place in the lounge where he use to always spend his time, "Are you both staying for dinner?" My mother asks casually.

"And we're staying here for the night too." Michael states. I look at him in confusion. What about college tomorrow?

"Oh, c'mon Isabelle. I bet one day out of college won't hurt." He says reading my mind, I roll my eyes at him but eventually give in. That's what I've been doing a lot lately. I wish I had more confidence to speak out.