Another Blue Skye
Chapter 2
My eyes widened as we neared the dingy little farmhouse. It was just as she had described. A two story white house with green shutters, a wraparound veranda with a porch swing and lawn chairs surrounded by mosquito netting, and a bike in place of a car. This called for drastic measures.
"Mom, PLEASE don't make me go here, we can just turn around and go right back home, and won't have to see this horrible place ever again and forget about Aunt Melody and her country music and horrible hickville." I begged.
"No. You do nothing but get in trouble when you're bored, and we're not having the cops bring you home again this summer." she said firmly. Okay, so mayybee the cops had to bring me home ONCE but ONLY because my friend had stolen something from the mall and when we walked out of the store the buzzer went off and she went running, and me, not knowing ANYTHING about her shoplifting, had run after her and the cops called our parents. I didn't know any better. But apparently they didn't care because we pulled right up into the driveway.
I am literally going to die of hick-fever, I thought, sighing. Then Aunt Melody came out. She was young, only 24, and kinda beautiful. She had silvery-translucent hair and big green eyes that stared into you. She always wore long dresses with Dr. Martens, either neon blue or hot pink. She believed in folklore and faeries and never went to the doctor because she had special remedies for everything. She also never ate out or went to the supermarket because she grew all her food, so she had a lot of money.
"Hello!" she said, walking through the veranda and down to the driveway. She was wearing a long, Hawaiian type dress and you couldn't see her feet, so it looked as if she was floating.
"Hi Melody!" Mom said, hugging her sister. Dad said hello while I grabbed three of my bags out of the trunk, not saying anything. "Hi Skye!" Melody greeted nicely while grabbing two bags to help me out. I didn't say anything back, but flounced by her and up the driveway.
"Excuse her, Melody. She's pissed that she can't spend the whole summer GETTING IN TROUBLE WITH THE COPS." Mom yelled the last part in my direction.
"It only happened once, Mom!" I yelled behind my shoulder, slamming into the house.
It was open and bright, with a few famous paintings here and there. No couches, but a sweet purple Wii and a plasma screen TV. Hm. Not bad, I guess. I headed up the staircase and down the hallway to the last room to the right, which Mom said was mine. It. Was. AWESOME. The walls were purple with black polka dots and the bedspread was Justin Bieber and there was a bookcase in one corner and a dresser with a Wii and a big screen TV and a keyboard, etc etc etc. I dropped my bags in the doorway and ran over to the bedspread and picked it up. It was silky smooth and wonderful. Melody trailed in behind me and set the bags she was holding down with my other ones.
"Do you like it? I had to order it off Amazon, and I was worried that it wouldn't come in time, but thank goodness it did…"
"It's…it's…" I almost lost my cover. I can't love the room. I can't. I needed to hate being here. Hate hate hate hate hate.
"Eh. It's okay… I guess it could be better.."
"Oh." she said, kinda disappointed. Perfect, I thought smugly. Dad came up carrying my other three (and last) bags.
"Skye, did you have to bring HALF the house with you???" he asked sarcastically.
"Um, all I packed was my room, Dad." I sighed. Mom came up to my room too.
"Oh, Melody, it looks so pretty in here! Now, Skye, what do you say for Melody's efforts?" Mom asked, totally treating me like a five year old.
"Hmm. Well, it could be better, I suppose, but I guess it'll have to do." I said.
"Do you have to be so hard to please???" Mom said, exasperated.
"It's not my fault I have hard tastes!"
"Okay ladies, let's not fight. Now Skye, we'll be back three days before school starts. Behave, okay?" Dad asked. I shrugged and he hugged me. Mom did too.
"Be safe and listen to Aunt Melody." she added.
"Okay okay okay. I'll see you guys later." I said. They looked at me one last time, then went downstairs and left. I was stuck here with no way out now.
"Well, I'm going to make us some dinner, if you're hungry. What's your favorite food? I'll make it special, as a welcome meal!" Aunt Melody said.
"Oh. Um… Beef stroganoff?" I asked, uncertain that she would actually have meat here.
"Perfect! I just got a new stock of food in, and we have everything for that!" she said.
"What happened to you never shopping?" I asked rudely. She didn't take notice.
"Well, I can't grow meat and noodles in a garden now, can I? And I would never kill the adorable cows in the barn just for meat!" she smiled. I didn't smile back, and she just turned around and walked right out the door.
"O-Kay then…" I said, looking around my new room. Then I grabbed my clothes bag and changed into Victoria's Secret sweatpants, Uggs, a t-shirt, then pulled my hair into a side ponytail with a headband. Then I dug around in another bag until I found my beloved headphones and my MacBook and plugged into iTunes and Facebook. First I got the Cody Simpson playing on iTunes then checked Facebook. 17 notifications. Most of them were notifications that Justin Bieber or Greyson Chance had updated their statuses, but a few were from friends. I clicked on one. My best friend forever Brittany had posted on my wall.
"Hey HOE, call me!<3 <3 <3" I smiled. I would miss Brittany and my boyfriend Mark SO much. But I guess Facebook would have to do for now. Two more notifications from Brittany posting on my wall, two from Mark, and one from some guy named Norman, who I think might be a geek at school. I clicked on his next. Whoa. He commented on my profile picture.
"Hey there, beautiful(; " Oh GREAT. Another nerd trying to hit on me. I quickly clicked into Mark's first notification to calm myself down. It was another picture comment.
"Do you just get more gorgeous every single second? ILY<3 " AWWH!!! Ohmygosh, I love Mark so much!!!! I clicked on the second notification. It was a wall post.
"I miss you already hun, come home pleez :( " I clicked on his name and left him a wall post.
"I would come home if I could): I'm stuck in hickville here. H-E-L-P." I sighed and shut my computer.
I grabbed my toiletries bag and went into the bathroom. Also purple and a Justin Bieber shower curtain. Hm. That'd be awkward when I'm showering. I put the generic toothbrush Aunt Melody had already bought in my bag (I don't think she'll notice if I take it home) and replaced it with my Justin Bieber singing toothbrush. Better. Then I removed the toilet seat (after breaking my nail on the screwdriver) and replaced the bottom part with a porcelain toilet seat and replaced the top part with an extremely fuzzy purple cover. That looked welcoming for after dinner, when I'd probably have to barf up Aunt Melody's most-likely disgusting stroganoff. Then I grabbed my iPhone 4 out of my bag and dialed Brittany's number.
"SKYE! YOU'RE FREAKIN' ALIVE!" she screamed.
"I know. I'm surprised too." I said.
"What's up? You sound… bland." she said.
"Oh, besides the fact that hickville here and my hippie aunt are sucking the life out of me, I'm totally fine." I replied tiredly.
"Oh my Bieber, HIPPIES?! I'm so sorry, Skye! Do I need to send Mark out there to rescue you?" she asked. I cracked a grin.
"No, I think I'll live. I think. But, what're you doing? I hear loudness." I asked.
"Oh, I'm at this CRAYY-ZEE summer party Rachel Houser is holding. It's so wild. Oh, and Mark's here too. You guys wanna talk?" she asked. Now that I listened more carefully, I could hear the first few bars of Rihanna's newest song and screaming from her end. Ugh. I was missing out on the first summer party of the year. Perfect.
"Yeah, put him on." I sighed.
There was a scratching noise, then his beautiful voice. "Hi Skye." he said, and I could tell he was smiling.
"MARK!!! HELP!" I cried.
"I'm sorry I can't be out there with you." he said.
"It's okay… NOT. I miss you guys. And I'm missing a party. THIS ISN'T FAIR." I ranted.
"Oh Skye, I miss you. You're so adorable. But don't worry. The night you get home, we will throw a party so freakin' AWESOME that it'll blow Rachel Houser's party out of the water. Just wait, Skye. And it'll all be in your honor too. We'll play all your favorite music and have a chocolate fountain and purple lights and nothing but Justin Bieber and Dr. Pepper." he said.
"Mark, you don't know how good that sounds right now. I'm stuck in this room and it's purple- which I don't have anything against, it's just that… There's a barn next to the house. A BARN." I said.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll live. I love you, and I'll see you in a few months, okay?" he asked.
"Okay…" I said. We hung up and I listened to "Telephone" by Lady Gaga and right when it ended, Aunt Melody knocked.
"Come in…" I called, taking off my headphones. She opened the door.
"Dinner is ready, Skye!" she said, smiling. I left my phone on the bed and followed her out to the veranda, where she had set up dinner on the table. There was a big plate of steaming hot beef stroganoff (which looked delicious, by the way), another huge plate of salad covered in Thousand Island dressing, and a big pitcher of something dark. She pulled my chair out for me before sitting down.
"What's in the pitcher..?" I asked, uncertain whether I wanted to hear the answer or not.
"Dr. Pepper!" she chirped brightly, scooping herself some stroganoff. I did the same and tasted it. It was actually really delicious!
"Do you like it? I haven't made it in a while, and wasn't sure."
"It's.. It's actually really good!" I said. She looked so happy at my compliment. Alright, that's it. I'm not lying here anymore. If I like something, I'll say I like it. If I don't then I'll say I don't, I thought to myself. I got salad and a large glass of Dr. Pepper (somehow she must've known it was my favorite. I guessed Mom told her all my favorites, hence all the Justin Bieber stuff. Well, I was okay with that) and tasted it. It was ice cold and great. The entire meal was great. And when we were done, I made sure to tell her that.
"Aunt Melody, dinner was super delicious. Thanks for making it!"
"It was absolutely no problem, Skye! Wait right here, I have a surprise for you!" she beamed. She went to her room and came out with a little box.
"I realize that living here is a big change from your house in New York, and I wanted to make it as easy as I could for you. So I went out and bought someone for you!" she said. Wait, someone? She set the box carefully down on the table and opened it. The absolute CUTEST Pomeranian puppy I have EVER seen come trotting out. He was white and looked exactly like a little snowball (if you've never seen one, then Google it). He had clear blue eyes, a black nose, and a little pink tongue. He ran to me and immediately was set out on a mission to lick my fingers as much as he could. I picked him up and he licked my face. He was so presh! I named him Snowball.
"Do you like him?" Aunt Melody asked.
"HE'S SO ADORABLE!!!! Thank you SO much, Aunt Melody!!!!" I exclaimed.
"Please, call me Melody. Let's be on casual terms, okay?" she asked. I nodded and grinned at her. Living here was finally starting to look up for once.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo,
Emily<3
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I love your story, I can't wait to read more. <3
ReplyDeleteAnd yaaaay for our awesome summer traditions!!