Stepdad

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So Long, Farewell.

"I still cant believe that you cannot come to Puerto Rico with us." Savannah whimpered as we walked down the street from her house. Savannah Greyson was my bestfriend ever since we had posters of Jonas Brothers plastered on our walls. She us my Cristina Yang to My Meredith Grey. Yes, we are die hard Grey's Anatomy fans and it doesnt help that we live in the rainy city its self, Seattle.

"Van, she isnt having it. I have came to terms with it. Its the summer before Senior Year and I am going to be stuck in his New Neighborhood with my mom and her new beau." I explained as I rolled my eyes. Maybe, I should explain our dismay. Last Summer I went to Paris with my mother. It was the most amazing two weeks of my life and it ended with myself fulfilling my lifelong dream of losing my virginity to a European man. It was next level.He dicked me wayyy down. Anyways, I came back. Finished perfecting my summer body and it made its debut in Fall for Junior Year. Savannah and I joined the Cheerleader team again and this year we actually went to state and lost. Bummer, but hey the trips is whats the point. I got to suck off the football team, Center, Bradley Cooperland.

Meanwhile, why I was living it up my Junior Year...My mom was working as a Doctor and she met this guy on some conference. He and her dated for about 6 months before he proposed to her. Thats another reason I dont like it—I have never met this dick and he wants to marry my mom. I know she has to have her fun too, but fuck all that. I never had a dad...My Dad died in a saving us from our first house that burned down. I got a nice burn mark on my back to prove it. So What type of man wants to marry a woman and not meet her son. Anyways, he said yeah to the proposal. And that brings us to last week when she informs me that she cant pay for me to go to Puerto Rico because she finally wants us to meet.....not to call my mom a bitch,but bitch it seems a little later for that. To makes matters worse we are moving in with him in Upcity Seattle. The only thing I know his name is Eric Lazaier and he is into stock. Thats it. So she us hell bent on us meeting and bonding this summer before their wedding this fall.

"Jackie-Boy, Miss Brimstone has never been so damn mean. She usually let you do you." She told me and which was true. Savannah is the only one that calls me Jackie-Boy, everyone else better call me Jack or be prepared to be read.

"I know, but I guess she does have a point. I wont feel comfortable spending a summer with you knowing I have a new house and mew stepdad when I get back...I needs to see if this guy is right for my mom." She told me as we got to her house. We walked down to the ice cream shoppe. We hugged and she fake cried, "Imma miss you,bae."

"Same. Txt me when you fly out." I told her as I walked over to my 2018 Audi. I opened the car door and got in. I plugged my iPhone X into my complicated as aux cord(Thanks Apple) and went to shuffle on my music. I was headed home to finish packing, because my Mom and I are heading to his house in the morning. Its about a 45 minute drive so she doesnt want to leave after she gets off at Midnight tonight.

Demi Lovato x Sorry blasted down the road as I pulled into my...well I thought was my forever home. After we got the settlement for the house after the burning....My mom got back like 1.5 million dollars. I was 5 so I didnt know what money really was and what I did know was money wasnt bringing my Dad back. I stepped out of the car in my ripped cut up short jeans and my fishnet shirt. I went into my backseat and grabbed my Gucci bag. I walked up to my door and grabbed my key out. I unlocked it and walked in. I looked around my now empty home. I cant believe it. The movers must have came and put all our other shit in storage. My mom told me he let her redecorate the entire new home. I guess he is paid. I went up to my room and laid down on my bed and went to Wattpad to see if my favorite writer had updated and he did in fact... I cant wait to dive into the next chapter of Summer In Napa.