"You have to be joking?" I stammer out in disbelief at my dad.
"You only have a year of school left? So why not?" He replies. He seems completely oblivious to the fact that this will ruin everything.
"Thank you! That is exactly why this is an awful idea!" I scream back at him. I have no problem with having yet another argument with my dad. It was a constant back and forth thing with us.
"You're blowing this way out of proportion. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"I could be happy for you, BUT YOU'RE TOO BUSY RUINING MY LIFE!" I scream as I run out of the room. I head straight for the front door, grabbing my familiar dark blue, torn to shreds penny board. I slip on my ripped black vans, making a mental note to get a new pair. I can still hear my dad screaming at me, "YOU'RE SO MELODRAMTIC!" Is the last thing I hear before I slam the door, blocking him out.
I can't believe he was actually doing this to me. Moving all the across the country, Jesus I think I'd rather die. Perth to Sydney, way to ruin my life dad.
My dad told me to never change my life for a boy, and here he is, changing his life for a girl. Or changing my life I might say. He's been a little off these past few years, but then he found her.
And let me tell you something, I've never hated someone so much in my life.
My dad was this kind, gentle soul who wouldn't hurt a fly. He's constantly asking if other people are alright and not even worrying about himself. He's always been like that. It hasn't exactly rubbed off on me, but believe it or not, there are some similarities between us.
And this bat shit crazy women he's going to marry, Sarah, is the complete opposite of perfect. She disgusts me. She's a terrible person, a gold digger, and a complete witch. She constantly tries to control me, which is honestly hilarious to watch. No one controls me.
I skate off away from my house, away from my worries, Blink-182 blasting through my headphones. Skating has always been my escape from the world. It's so easy to get lost in it. I probably have 5 or 6 different penny boards at home, along with the many skate boards I'm hoarding.
I remember my mom once told me to also protect what you love. "Find something you love, and no one will be able to take it away from you." Was one of the many things I remember her saying before she left. My skating was that something I loved.
Sarah always tries to take my boards away from me. She insists they are a waste of time and that the money could be spent on something more important "like herself" she'd always say. So of course my dad takes her side, saying that I could do without all of them. As if.
This leads me to my crazy, fucked up life. Taking it one skate board at a time.
After skating around for nearly an hour I decide to go to my best friend's house. He always knows how to comfort me in situations like this. He was like a brother to me and he was going to be the hardest one to leave.
I pound my fist against his door, knowing that he would still be awake. It was nearly 11 o'clock, but I swear this boy doesn't sleep.
He opens the door, his blue eyes land on mine. My own were puffy and red for the tears that had spilled after I left the house.
"Troye," I breathe out. He reaches out to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. My sobbing starts again and I start to lose control. I start shaking in his arms, my anxiety getting the best of me.
"I got you, Zoe. Just let it all out." He holds me as I cry. My tears fall out until I can't cry anymore. He runs his hand along my curly dark hair and then begins to stroke my back like he always does until I'm completely calmed down.
"Hey, what happened?" He asks, as I pull away from him. He doesn't completely let go, leaving his hands clutching on my shoulders.
"I'm moving. To Sydney." I whisper.
His face drops, and a whole set of emotions play out. At first he looks upset, but then I can see the anger in his eyes. Troye wasn't someone to be scared of when he was angry, it was usually cute when he got that worked up. But there was nothing I liked about the look on his face.
"How- why are you moving?"
I roll my eyes, "the step mom wants, so the step mom gets."
"That little witch." He says, shaking his head. I laugh, we always call Sarah, 'the witch'. He disliked her almost as much as I do.
"I kinda had a fight with my dad, could I stay here for the night?" I ask him. It wasn't something I really needed to ask about, I stayed with Troye all the time. In the summer I basically spent every night with him, watching movies and surfing the internet was kind of our thing. Gosh I was going to miss him.
"Yeah, of course you can, you can always stay with us." He motions for me to come inside, I almost didn't notice that we were still standing in the doorway of his home. "DAD! ZOE IS STAYING THE NIGHT!" Troye screams out to let everyone know that I'm here.
We walk to the kitchen to get the comfort food, where we find Sage munching on some chips. Her hair was currently dirty blonde and she was wearing minimal make up. It was the middle of the week, so I doubt she had been out all day. She wore a tight, white crop top and a pair of jean shorts that complemented her body perfectly. Damn, Troye and his family were all perfect.
"Hey Sagey." She notices my red ringed eyes and comes to give me a quick hug. I plant a kiss on the top of her head before moving away from her.
"You okay?" She asks me.
"Always." I give her a weak smile. I met Sage first, who introduced me to Troye. I was obviously closer with Troye, but Sage was definitely still one of my best friends. She left me and Troye alone, leaving us in complete silence.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't really have a choice, I have to go. I'm going away to university in about a year, so it's not like I'll have to live with the witch forever. Right?"
"I guess. You have to come visit me tons. In the summer you can come travel with me, okay?"
"Of course." Was the last thing I said on the topic, I didn't even want think about this anymore.
"Ice cream and vodka?" He offers me.
"Like you need to ask." A devilish smile appears across my lips.
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