Love You, Love You Not{Completed}

We're Moving...Again!

Hey Wattpaders! this is my second book on wattpad(I took down the first but I'm reposting it soon!). So this is my first time writing a romance stroy it's not really my cup of tea(more of mystery writer) but after noticing that most romance stories on wattpad, I repeat, MOST stories, are from a girl's point of view, I decided to write one from a guy's point of view. With that, I bring you "Love You, Love You Not". I guess that's all I have to say for now, so vote and comment to let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: We're Moving...Again!

"James," whispered a voice.

I opened my eyes and to my shock, the person I least expected to be standing over me was there.

"Dad?" I said in shock, "you're back? you're back!" I cried, as I got up and man-hugged him.

"When did you get back?"

"Last night," he said, "you were asleep I didn't want to wake you up."

"You should have," I said smiling, "it's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back, son. Now, get dressed and come down, I have something to tell you guys," he said, exiting the room, and closing the door behind him.

I hurried out of bed, grabbed a quick shower, and got dressed wondering what my dad thought was so important he had to tell us all together. Truthfully, I didn't care! I hadn't seen my dad in 7 months, I was just excited he was finally home.

It was a beautiful day outside; the sun shone brightly, a comfortable breeze was in the air, and the smell of warm pancakes was just delightfully infectious on a saturday morning!

Everyone was already sitting in the kitchen. My mom, Kathy, had set up a plate of mouth-drooling pancakes on the table with a basket of bagels, and freshly squeezed orange juice on either side of it.

"Looks yummy," said my little sister, Delia.

"Oh thank you honey," said my mom, "bon appetit! Derek, sweety, sit down."

"In a minute, I have something to tell you first," said my dad in an anxious tone.

"What's wrong daddy?" asked Delia, worried.

"Ok," my dad began, "how would you guys feel about moving to New York City?

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"NEW YORK?" repeated Delia in disbelief. "YES YES YES YES YES!!"

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I demanded. "Why would we move to New York?"

"Well, they offered me a job as principal of a military school in New York, and they said if I take it, I'll be officially relieved from duty," said my dad with a peaceful grin on his face.

"What?!" my mom and I cried.

"Then of course!" said my mom, excitedly. I had never seen her this excited about anything in a long time. She got up and hugged my dad, as they shared a passionate kiss.

"Ewww!" squealed Delia.

I just smiled.

***

The next two days were more on the depressing side what with all the tearful goodbyes, the "we wish you all the best"s, and the ever so popular "keep in touch."

One would expect me to be either very angry and frustrated, or happy and excited. Truth of the matter is, I didn't care we were moving. It's not like it was the first time. See, my dad's a military official, so we move around all the time, and New York City marked the 6th stop, and hopefully the last.