Abbie, A plain girl, finds out that her mother has a new husband. how will she cope with a new family and a new country, not to mention a totally annoying older brother by the name of Brendon Urie
"Yeah but two months after your divorce? Fair go mum, I mean, two months," I said putting a big emphasis on the "Two" before I sat back down in my chair and huffed indignantly,
"Look, I know it might be a bit soon but we are in love and we aren't getting any younger, I'm sure you'll love him once you two meet and he has a son," Mum said trying to reason,
"Fine, as long as you're happy I guess, I'm gonna go to my room and do... something," I said, I walked out of our kitchen and into the main hall before picking up my bag and making my way up the stairs to my room, I didn't know what to think of this, I was barely adjusting as it was, my parents had divorced two months ago and while I was happy that my younger brother Callum and I are now no longer subjected to their constant bickering, I wasn't used to just having one parent, Callum had gone to live with our dad whilst mum and I found our own place, before then we had never even moved.
I grumbled to myself all the way up the stairs and into my room continuing until I turned on my CD player. As the sounds of Fall Out Boy hit my ears, I dodged the many obstacles on the way to my bed including clothes, DVDs, CDs and even a lamington that had somehow made its way into the middle of my bedroom to my bed. I climbed in the already messy covers not even bothering to take my shoes or school uniform off and fell into a very restless sleep.
Ugh, I felt groggy and tired like I had just woken up, oh wait, I had. I could smell the delicious scent of my mum's butter chicken curry wafting through the space between the bottom of the door to the floor and straight towards me, if I were a cartoon, you would be able to see the little swirling lines of deliciousness waving around me and I would be the half asleep character who lets his nose take him to the source of the scent.
I slowly got up and looked at myself in the mirror, my long brown hair was frizzy and tangled and I was still in my school uniform. I fished around in the various piles of clothes to find my favourite pair of black skinny jeans and an old pale orange V-neck top, I stripped out of my school uniform trying desperately not to look in the mirror, I hated my body and everything about it, I had a long scar going up my side from when I fell off my bike when I was little and landed on a broken beer bottle which made me very self conscious and I had large breasts that I had gotten in a short period of time causing massive stretch marks across them. I kept my eyes away from the mirror as I finished and stood up straight. Grabbing my hairbrush from a nearby chest of drawers, I tired, in my opinion, valiantly to tame the mess of locks that I am forced to call my hair before deciding it was hopeless and putting it up in a pony-tail, I grabbed a long grey cardigan from the pile of clean clothes that I had dumped haphazardly in front of my door after taking them back from the laundry before slipping my feet into a pair of navy blue converses and made my way out the door and to the deliciousness that is my mother's butter chicken curry.
As I got closer to the first floor of the house, I could hear voices coming from our living room, one sounded like mum's but I didn't recognise the other one, all I knew was that it was male. I ignored them knowing that my mum would probably prefer the privacy and made my way into the kitchen where mum's curry was simmering slowly on the stove, I used the spatula that she had left there to stir some of it around, I looked both ways to make sure the coast was clear before I snatched a spoon from the nearby cutlery draw and plunged it into the lumpy orange mixture. Bringing it up again, I was pleased to see that it was completely covered in the curry; I blew on it so it didn't burn my tongue before nibbling on a piece of the chicken on my spoon, I was savouring the taste when I heard someone cough behind me. I jumped about a foot in the air before turning around to see who the hell interrupted me in my moment of pure happiness that is eating. A man who I didn't know was standing in my doorway, he looked familiar but hey, to me, monkeys look familiar (they do, they look incredibly like my brother),
"Who are you to interrupt me while I'm eating," I said before taking another bite of my curry,
"I'm Brendon Urie, who are you?" He asked looking at me with eyebrows raised, what the hell was this boy doing in my house?
"I'm Abbie, I live here and you don't so what are you doing here?" Okay, so I need to improve on my social skills. Just then, my mother and the man she must have been talking to earlier walked into the kitchen, he looked a lot like Brendon though slightly older, he had a rounder face and less full lips,
"Abbie, I would like you to meet my fiancÃ© Mr. Boyd Urie, and this is his son Brendon, boys, this is my daughter Abigail who prefers to be called Abbie," Mum said her introductions,
"You would want to be called Abbie too if your mother was mental enough to call you Abigail, they should've at least let the sedatives wear off before they let you name me," I muttered under my breath, mum shot me a disapproving look and I heard Brendon snicker. My mum snatched the spoon still half filled with butter chicken curry away from me and I made a whining sound in response,
"Don't you whine at me young lady, you and Brendon can go into the living room and get to know each other a little better while Boyd and I get dinner on the table," She suggested, ugh!
I walked into the living room and placed myself unceremoniously on the couch while Brendon came in a few moments later, he sat uncomfortably on the armchair across from me,
"Err... hi," He said awkwardly,
"Hello," I said before jumping up suddenly making him jump, I climbed over the back of the couch and picked up my sketch book that I had left there the night before and I found a pencil that I had pocketed earlier just in case.
I climbed back over the couch to see that Brendon was looking at me strangely; I ignored him and opened my sketch book and continued on with a drawing that I had started earlier that week,
"Look, I know this is the first time we've ever met so I guess we should get to know each other," Brendon said, it was only now that I realised that he was American,
"You're American," I stated calmly earning myself a puzzled look from him,
"Yes, your point being?" He replied with a raised eyebrow,
"No point, I just thought I'd point it out," I said absentmindedly still sketching,
"Well how about some questions?" He said,
"What kind of questions?" I was very skeptical,
"How about... what do you do for fun," He said looking at me,
"I like to light my hand on fire and watch it burn," I said smirking, my future step-brother looked extremely shocked before he realised that I was kidding,
"I also have a warped sense of humor," I added as an afterthought,
"Nah, you think," Brendon said sarcastically, Garr... only I may be sarcastic in this household,
"Fine Mr. Your-name-started-with-a-U-didn't-it, tell me about yourself," I said expecting him to shy away saying that he wasn't important but he proved me wrong,
"Well, I'm eighteen, I turn nineteen on April twelfth, I'm in my senior year of high school, my favourite bands are Fall Out Boy and Counting Crows - at the moment anyway and my favourite time of the year is winter," he replied looking very smug,
"Okay a little too much, a little too soon dude," I had a scared look on my face and put my hands up into a defensive position before cracking out into a smile and laughing slightly, Brendon laughed as well. Mum came in around ten minutes later and dragged Brendon and me into the dining room where Boyd was already waiting; I saw my mum's curry on the table and eagerly sat down across from Boyd with Brendon sitting down next to me and my mother across from him.
Dinner was an awkward affair, the only real conversation was about what I did at school today to which I replied that I slept and drew earning me an extremely disapproving look from mum. About half way through, Boyd decided to make another stab at conversation with me,
"So Abbie, are you excited to be moving to the states?" he said and shoved a mouth full of food into his mouth and looking expectantly at me to give him my answer. I froze, how is it possible to be moving house and not even know?
"I wasn't aware that I was moving," I replied coldly, luckily, I had finished earlier so I got up a brought my empty plate and glass and dumped them unceremoniously into the sink.