As soon as I get home, Jesse bugs me to the door.
"Come on, Bec, can't I see what's wrong? I've been your best friend since both of us can remember..."
I turn on my heel to face my tall, brown haired, brown eyed best friend, and I scowl. "Don't pull the, "im your best friend" thing on me. It won't work, and it's probably family business."
Jesse scowls at me with matched anger. "Can't you let me see what this is anyway? I won't tell all your mates if that's what you're worried about, if your mom is on some kind of dating website and finally found a match-"
I clasp my hand over his mouth. "Look, I get you want to know, but this is private - can you please leave now? I had a great time and I really love hanging with you, but my mom needs me and I think she wants me to be alone."
Jesse shoves me away and scoffs, "I bet she found you a boy online, and doesn't want me to be jealous."
I roll my eyes. "Jesse, it's not about a freaking boy."
But he is already getting in his car and driving off, leaving a dust cloud behind him.
I walk inside, and my mom is there, but she's not sitting down, waiting for me. She is on the phone, talking her face off and packing lots of things. She's packing my clothes and her clothes, personal possessions and small artifacts that hang on the wall. She sees me and puts a finger to her lip to tell me not to talk, and she says, "Yep, we're ready, see you tomorrow!" She clicks the phone and puts it down.
I raise my eyebrow. "What, are we going on a holiday ? Is this a surprise?"
She shakes her head. "No, um... babe, you know how I said your father is in a very huge company and he is always off in America?"
I nod slowly.
"Well, it turns out for us to start making the money, his family needs to be taken there, so he doesn't have to keep flying back to Melbourne."
I nod again, but the words don't sink in until I hear the words Family, taken, America, Melbourne.
"Wait..." I say slowly. "Are... are we going to.. Are we going to America?"
She nods, but she doesn't seem sad at all, not for the life she is about to leave behind, not for the friends she will forget. She is jumping out of her skin in happiness.
"MOM! What about Jesse and my friends?" I say very angrily.
"I'm sorry, what friends? You only have Jesse!" My mom says. "Besides, it's not just America we're going to."
I roll my eyes. "Oh, no, were going to Hawaii. We're going to have to wear bikinis all day, every day, and dance to bumba humba. That's nice."
Mom laughs. "No, silly, we're going to Los Angeles."
My eyes widen. LA. Los Angeles, where all those famous people are? Hugh Jackman and Jennifer Lawrence and... possibly Josh Hutcherson.
What Am I thinking? I don't have any chance to meet him, and even if I did meet him, Josh could chose anyone. Why would he chose me?
But then Jesse creeps into my mind, again.
But so does famous people like everyone in One Direction and Jennifer Lawrence.
I groaned. My options were even. You must be thinking I'm a horrible friend, considering ditching Jesse, but to be honest, we weren't that close. He had guy friends, and if I left, it wouldn't be a huge change. Maybe this change is exactly what I needed.
I start to grab things I couldn't live without and stuff them into the corners of the bag. My mom smiles and ruffles my hair. "We're leaving tomorrow morning. If only Cassy was with us-"
"Don't bring up little Cas." I say harshly. My mom winces at my angry voice.
I know that might have been a bit harsh, but honestly, I am still very sensitive about my little sister's death, even though its been a good two years.
After we eat dinner (mac anc cheese, eugh) my mom tells me to go to bed, since tomorrow will be a big day. For the first time, I believe her and take her warning, and go up to my room.
I tuck myself under the covers, and my eyes flutter closed when a light comes up out of the corner of the black under my eyeslids. A message.
Damn it, I think, and I grab the phone and see what the hell is messaging me at nine. Jesse.
Hey, what happened?
I completely forgot about him after a few minutes
Turns out I'm moving to LA. For a holiday,
I lie, because I don't want to hurt his feelings. I know if I say I move forever, he will probably go to the ends of the earth to stop me.
OMG LA! Have fun, when you getting back?
In about two weeks, I think.
OK, thats great! Get Megan Fox's autograph for me ;)
Ugh, Ok. I'm leaving tomorrow, so call off that dinner, OK?
OK. See you in two weeks :D
I put down the phone and groan into my pillow. Why? Why did I even lie? Why didn't I just tell him the truth in the first place? What was the point of lying to Jesse? If I was face to face with him, he'd know I was lying, because he knows me that well. Thank god it was over text. I hit the pillow angrily, but I realize the point in that was small, so I decided to collapse onto the bed's mattress and fall asleep.
