The Knight's family home, Toronto, Canada:
I look around my bedroom to see if there is anything else I need to pack in my suitcase. When I'm satisfied that I have everything I need, I zip up my suitcase and haul it out of my bedroom. As I leave my room, I spot my brother Cole walking out of the guest bedroom.
"Why do you have more bags than me and I'm a girl?" I chuckle when I see the two large, overfilled suitcases behind him.
Cole rolls his eyes at me. "We're going for three months, I need at least two pairs of clothes a day." He says with a sassy tone.
"And they say women are obsessed with how they look." I mutter with a smirk on my lips. Cole scoffs at me and shakes his head, he follows behind me with his two giant suitcases as we walk down the stairs. We leave our suitcases at the bottom of the stairs beside our parents and follow the sound of our parents talking to each other. Cole and I walk into the kitchen to see our mother and father sitting at the table, they both raise their heads to greet us when we enter.
"Are you two ready?" My mother asks when Cole and I sit at the table with them.
"Didn't you hear the noise of Cole's multiple suitcases?" I ask turning to look at Cole, he throws me a glare from the corner of his eyes at my comment.
"What time is the flight?" Cole wonders leaning his elbows on the table.
"Seven," Jonathan, our father, tells and pushes Cole's arms off the table. "So it's a good idea to sleep on the way there."
"The Beaumont's take up the house next to ours again?" I ask my mother, I am almost bouncing in my seat as I wait for her answer.
"They did, they sent us an invite to theirs for a dinner on our first night back. They've been there since May, Maria says Nick has flew all the way from Durham to spend the summer with them." My mother informs me. I nod back to her in understanding, a faint smile forming on my lips at thought of seeing the Beaumont's son again.
"Oh, Jonathan." My mother says turning to look at Cole and I's father. "Don't forget to tell them about William before it's too late."
"William?" Cole wonders with his nose scrunched. I too look to our father with an intrigued look, who is this William and why must we know about him?
"Thank you for the reminder, Alice." My father smiles leaning forward in excitement. I turn to Cole, who is already waiting for me, and I raise my eyebrow. Cole copies me and we turn back to look at our father, who the heck is this William person?
"So you two know how I've been working with some new clients this year?" Our father asks looking between Cole and I, we both nod our head. Our father is a hockey agent who works with some of the biggest names in the NHL mostly the people in Toronto where we live, but also works with past players too.
"One of those new clients is the father of the Nylander brothers, you've heard of them, right?" Cole and I shake our head as our answer. Who is he talking about?
"It's too late to explain who they are, but basically we have invited William, one of the sons, to join us on our holiday to Marseille." Our father announces to me and Cole. I stare back at my father dumbfounded, is he serious? Did he just invite some stranger to our family holiday? He has to be mad to think I am happy at his decision, they should have talked to us first! Who invites someone who we don't know to a holiday for three months?
"Don't you think you should have asked us first before inviting some stranger to our holiday?" I ask with spite in my tone, my anger getting the better of me in this situation.
"Macie Elizabeth Knight!" My mother says sternly with her gaze on me, she only uses my first name whenever I have crossed the line and I have but for good reason. I don't want no stranger coming to stay with me and my family, for all I know he could be a serial killer!
"What?" I protest with my eyebrows raised at my mother.
"Your father has every right to invite someone to our holiday." She responds and I scoff at that, she can't be serious.
"You two went into a frenzy last year when I asked to bring a friend along with me, and here you are agreeing to let some random person join our holiday without even asking Cole or I how we feel about it. I don't even know the guy." I reply with a stern look on my face, I fold my arms across my chest as I lock eyes with my father to get my point across.
"We had our reasons for not allowing you to bring your friend." Jonathan interjects with a pointed look to me. I roll my eyes and lean forward, once again my anger getting the better of me.
"Yeah, your reason was because you didn't like him. What did you expect us to do? Fuck each other while we were there? We are just friends." I hear Cole choke as he tries to mask his laugh with a cough, but I can see his shoulders visibly shaking.
"Enough of that language young lady!" Our mother exclaims beside me. I roll my eyes at her, she never acts like this with Cole! It is like she has rules for him and rules for me, it's not fair.
"William is coming to stay with us and that is final. There will be no more talking about the matter." Our father announces with a stern voice, ending my conversation with him.
"Who even is he? Do we get to know anything about him? I mean we are to spend three months with him." Cole asks butting his way into the conversation now.
"Some creep who thinks it's alright to barge into someone's holiday." I mutter loudly for everyone to hear as I lean back against my seat in disgust. I don't want some person who I don't know sharing the same house as me, it is weird!
"I do apologize for intruding on your holiday, I heard you were going to France and I love the French culture, so thought I'd ask to tag along." A male's voice says from behind me. I freeze when I hear it, oh no, please don't be who I think you are.
"And there was no harm in asking, William. You had every right to ask and we'd love to have you along." My eyes grow wide when I hear the name, of course it would only be me this would happen to. My cheeks begin to glow in a bright red colour with embarrassment, oh fuck me.
"Come in, meet everyone." My mother says beckoning William into the kitchen. She gestures her hands towards my brother and I, I hear the footsteps of this William move into the room with us. I keep my eyes off William when he steps into the room, there is no way I can look him in the eye after he heard me bad mouthing him.
"You have obviously met my husband and I a few times." A chuckle leaves our mothers lips and I turn to look at Cole beside me, my eyes giving him a knowing look and I know he understands what I am saying. He gives his head a nod, a faint glint of amusement in his eyes, and his lips are pulled out into a straight line to stop himself from smiling.
"These are our children, Cole who is the oldest." Our father introduces Cole to this William person. I still don't look William's way.
"Nice to meet you, man." Cole responds with a genuine smile on his lips. Traitor! He was supposed to be on my side, we don't want to have this William stay with us on our family holiday!
"And well, this is Macie." Our mother says in a bored tone as if I am nothing to her. I scoff at her introduction to me, though I wasn't expecting anything else from her. I don't turn around to face William, I don't think I can look at him in the eyes after that. After all, we did get off on a great start...
"Nice to meet you, Macie." William says formally as if I didn't just insult him or bad mouth him. Maybe he has thicker skin than I thought.
I nod to him; my attention stays on the table in front of me. "Yeah, nice to meet you too."
"Great. Well, everyone is introduced and we should be leaving in about an hour or two. Let's get a bite to eat before we go." Jonathan says clapping his hands together. I hear the chair in front of me scrap across the floor, oh, he better not be sitting‒ fuck, he's sitting in front of me. I see William's hands appear in my view, his hands are clasped together and his thumb repeatedly taps against his other like he is nervous. Well, he should be he is going on a foreign holiday with people he doesn't know very well.
I gently raise my head to see William cautiously glancing at me from the corner of his eye while he talks to my father. I feel my heartbeats unexpectedly quicken as I continue to look at him. He's cute, far cuter than what I expected him to be. He has cute messy, dirty blond hair, red plump lips that look constantly pouted, his eyes are bright blue that look like the colour of the sea. I just had to go and call one of hottest male I have met a creep, I have all the luck in the world.
Almost an hour later and I'm dragging my suitcase towards the car parked out front, we are finally getting out of Canada and going to the hot country of France. I try to lift my suitcase up into the trunk, but my strength fails me and the suitcase drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"Here, let me help you." I hear William's voice come from behind me. I turn around to see him coming closer, I say nothing as he grabs a hold of my suitcase and lifts it into the trunk effortlessly.
"Thank you." I reply and step away from him, I don't wait for a response from him before I climb into the car and pop in my head phones to drown out everything. Maybe if I close my eyes and fall asleep, I'll wake up and hope this is one giant nightmare. That William isn't real, that I was just having a horrible nightmare. But when I see him get into the car beside my brother I know this is real, I know William is real, and I know he is joining up on our family holiday to France. Great.
A/N: I don't know if I like this or not.
-Lauryn.