It's been minutes since I am looking at my phone screen.

And no, I am not looking at my wallpaper as it only consists of a plane black canvas with 'Do something' written in the middle of it, with white.

Nothing to stare there.

I am looking at the message I got from my mom this morning.

It's not normal of her, messaging me.

Actually it is the first time in months she contacted me.

Right now, I am in my room. Sitting on my bed, it's almost noon. We have no school today as it's Saturday.

I didn't see Hunter last night so I am assuming he is still at his cousin's house. Which is good because it would be really hard for me to face him.

If he could just stop kissing me from out of nowhere?

I was getting my precious sleep and as soon as I woke up and checked my phone, I was shocked to see a new text message. At first I thought it was Des, because, she is the only person who messages me, but she knows I won't be up till 1.

So I knew It wasn't Des.

Boy, I wish it was her though.

As for my mother, she would never remember how long and at what hours I sleep in.

I don't even think she knows I have no school today.

I looked at my phone screen again in horror.

Mother-

Hey Danny Honey. I missed you so much. I would really like to meet you and Damien.

Call me when you get this message.

Love you.

~mom

Seriously?

Danny Honey? She never calls me Honey or Danny, to be precise.

It's always either Daniella or Daniella Jones, if she gets angry. Which she mostly is.

And why the hell does she want to meet us? It's been almost a year since I saw her last, which was when she came home saying she wants to talk to my father and Martha.

I don't know what they talked about in their bedroom but whatever it was, it lead to my mother screaming on the top of her lungs and my father telling her to never show her face to him again.

I don't know what was that but I had never seen my father this angry. I think she wanted to get back with my father which was clearly not possible since he was already happily married to Martha.

She didn't even came to their wedding. Just a bouquet arrived from her with a card on it, which said.

I will be waiting.

Clair.

Clearly she was not happy. But she was the one who cheated on my father and then walked out on us.

I clearly remember that night when she came home, one night drunk as hell, with another guy.

Who was much younger then her. She kissed him in front of my father and us.

We could barely understand anything by then.

We were too young.

I was 10 and Damien was 11. She told my father how he couldn't fulfil her needs and that he was a loser.

I started disliking her from that moment.

They were legally divorced in an year, During which she shamelessly kissed other guys in front of my father, My father took her calling him a loser very badly and during that time he started working really hard.

He became successful and rich. I am really proud of him.

During his struggle he met with Martha who was his secretary and kind of our babysitter. I loved her. She was always caring and there for him. Which my mother hated.

Finally after they divorced, within 2 years my father and Martha got married.

My door suddenly opened showing my stupid brother's face. He too had a horrific expression on his face. Mirroring me.

"Did you get any messages from mom?" He asked.

"You too?" I knew she would pull something like this. She messaged both of us and I am pretty sure it's the same message copied, just our names interchanged.

"Why does she want to meet us? I thought that she totally forgot us? Is it something related to dad?" He was curious too.

"I hope not." I said.

Damien looked at me like he wanted me to say something, anything, he wanted me to answer his questions.

I don't think I can buddy.

"So what do you think? Should we call her?" He asked me and I really don't want to answer that question.

..............................................

Have you ever experienced a virtual earthquake? Like the floor beneath you is suddenly gone and now you are just trying to magically fly or something,No?

Well It just happened to me and let me tell you,

I can't fly.

There was my mother sitting on her large sofa.

Pregnant.

She

Is

Pregnant!!

Clearly seven or eight months pregnant, but how? Why? When?

I was looking at her with both anger and shock and my brother was kneeling on the ground picking up his eyeballs.

We did end up calling her after several discussions, fights, pillows hitting, and things of my bedroom flying in the air.

She told us she was at grandma's house NOW.

Because it was hard for her to move around. At first I thought that she was ill, might have caught a flu or something, So I got her a basket of fruits but, coming here seeing her in that overly big sundress and her big pregnant belly I am shocked.

My fruit basket is smaller than her belly.

"How? When? What? Mommmm?" Damien was as shocked as me. Well who wouldn't be shocked to see their mother who they saw after more then an year, pregnant and who is the father anyway?

"This is why I wanted to meet you guys. I am pregnant." She said cheerfully.

A little way too cheerfully if you ask me.

"Well, yeah we couldn't tell." It was Damien again. I tried to hold my chuckle in.

"I wanted to contact you guys sooner but I was so busy with the preparations of the wedding-"

"What??" Both me and Damien were now looking at her like she had grown another head.

I really prefer her growing another head though.

What wedding? When did all this happen and why is she telling us all of this now?

"Yeah I forgot to tell you that either, I am getting married in two weeks." She said smiling like it was the most normal thing on earth.

Hello? Hello miss? I think you accidentally forgot to tell your biological children that you are having another baby or that their mother is getting married again in two weeks.

This is not normal in any fudging way.

Just as we were looking at her, hoping that there could be anyway this could become less shocking then it already is, Our grandmother came out from one of the room and followed by her came a man dressed in a beautiful grey suit.

He looked like a really busy businessman with a Bluetooth in his left ear and he was talking about some meeting which I think was really important, because he totally ignored us and went straight past us and out of the door.

Talk about rude.

"That's James. My Fiancé."

I think we could have broken our necks if we turned them faster then we did.

Once again I was shocked and angry. Once again, Damien was on the floor picking up his eyeballs from the ground.

My eyes have been wide open for so long they are hurting by now.

"Nice manners he got there." I couldn't help but said.

"Danny, sweety." Came my grandmother and hugged us both. "Danny, Damien it's been so long. You guys have grown so much." We gave her a sarcastic smile.

We just met last week. Of course my mother doesn't know that we are still in contact with our grandmother.

She loves us very much to ever stop talking to us. And my father is like a son to her. She always adored him. But due to my mother, she had to act like she had stopped talking to us when my mother and father separated.

But in reality she never did. She would always come at our house, every two weeks, with her famous chocolate chip cookies. And would chat with us all day. She is the funniest lady I have ever seen. And I know, her and Martha gets along more then her and My mother. I think mom didn't even tell grandma about her being pregnant and getting married because is she knew she would have told us.

Grandma winked at both of us which led us to chuckle and our mom looked at us with suspicious eyes.

The sound of the front door opening made us all look at the door and we saw it was the same businessmen looking guy who is supposed to marry my pregnant mom, Jake was it?

He came forward and extended his arm to shake hands," James Willer" he said and shaked both of our hands. After that he went beside our mom and sat next to her," Have you told them yet Honey?" He asked mom.

I wanted to puke.

"No, I was just about to."

"Yeah she is pretty bad at the telling stuff." It was Damien. Both me and grandma laughed at it and he got a glare from mom and businessman looking guy looked at him confused.

"So I was saying, I want you and Danny to be a part of my wedding." She said again a way to cheerfully.

"I don't know mom." I said. Her face fell. "Why not?"

"Well you clearly didn't feel that we are important enough, to tell us about all of this sooner." I said.

I am getting angry now.

"I told you Danny, I was busy with the preparations. Come on don't do this now. I really want you guys to be a part of my special day." She looked at us, tears almost evident in her eyes.

"We will think about it." Damien said when I looked at him for help.

"Well that's better then a No."

When on earth did she become so cheerful? Are these pregnancy harmones because Jake here also looked pretty shocked as he is watching her with an open mouth.

I really think she should grow another head though.

...............................................

Mom and that Jake guy went for a walk. Apparently she doesn't want the baby to have any complications and what she did with us were not any kind of complication at all.

We were sitting with grandma in her living room. It's always so comfy, I don't know what is it about her house, it always gives such positive energy which I was not feeling sometime ago.

"When did she came ganny?" Damien asked, he was also curious that if grandma knew about all of this then why didn't she mention anything before? We wouldn't have to be so shocked in front of her and her fiancé.

"This morning." We were looking at our grandmother, I think I need to buy some eyedrops while our way to home. If this widening keeps going on, I may lose an eye to the floor.

We were quietly looking at her, we were out of questions by now.

Grandma continued.

"I opened the door and there she was, with her suitcase and her belly. Telling me how she was not able to walk much so she will be living here until her delivery. And while she went directly into her room, screaming she is getting married in two weeks. Thank goodness I have a strong heart or else I would have been in the emergency room of a hospital for heart stoke."

Me and Damien were on the floor laughing by now.

Grandma you are the best.

After about half hour we took off from our Grandma's house. She did gave us some cookies and a told us all about how my mother is driving her crazy with her pregnancy mood swings.

Let me tell you, there's one thing my grandma absolutely hate which is watching someone cry and what she hates even more, is trying to stop the person from crying, which she cannot do at all. She would always yell at them even more which obviously never worked. Thank god my grandfather was not like this at all. He was the sweetest person on earth.

Sometimes I feel I am the smaller version of my grandmaa.

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Sunday went....

I don't know how....

I was totally engrossed in my homework. I was sitting on my study table in my room, working on my English paper which is due Tuesday.

Normally I split my homework for Saturday and Sunday, but I couldn't do anything yesterday due to some issues.

We told dad about mom and he gave us another shock that he knew everything. She called him one day telling him everything about 4 months ago. I think she wanted a reaction from him, but I know she didn't get any, so now she wants us to be a part of the wedding, which I really don't want to, but dad wanted us to go. He was like," Whatever be the reason of you not going, don't forget that she is your mother."

What he doesn't know is, the reason is that she is our mother, and I am not angry because she is getting married, she has all the right in the world to get married, I am angry because she forgot about us for a whole year, and I had no idea where she was? What she was doing? and now all of a sudden she marched into our lives with her businessmen fiancé and her big pregnant belly. And asking us to act all normal about it.

And how the hell she wants us to be a part of the wedding? I really don't want to go with her to different stores where she tries on wedding dresses and me holding her vomit bucket.

Now that I think of it, I don't remember seeing a ring on her finger. Might have given it for polishing or something.

"How's my favourite nerd?"

"Agghhh" Thud!

Yup. It was Hunter.

Yup. He climbed from the window into my room.

Yup. I fall from my chair.

Yup. He is rolling on the floor laughing.

This bully

And Now my elbow hurts.

I was looking at him. Trying to think of ways to kill him. It's been three days since I saw him last at the school.

Goosebumps.

I know he was not home. I never saw anyone in his room.

Nor the lights ever turned on.

He was still laughing while I was laying on my carpet with my pencil in my hand as I was getting up, I looked at him. Curiosity filled me and I couldn't stop looking at him.

He was wearing the same clothes from before, the maroon shirt and tan trousers. His beard grew just a little bit and his ditch black hair are messy.

This guy really sets up the definition of sexy.

I finally got up, having a burning sensation in my elbow, still holding my pencil and looked at him, asking him why he thought it was a good idea to climb into my room scaring the living shit out of me.

He should be thankful that I don't have my pepper spray with me right now.

Finally he stopped laughing when he saw me checking my elbow, I think I might get a purple bruise there.

"Are you alright?" He looked concerned. "I am so sorry Danny. Does it hurt? Let me see." He came closer and touched my arm, holding my palm and my upper arm so lightly, that I couldn't feel any pain as he was being extra cautious not to touch my elbow which was now getting red.

He looked at me worriedly, still holding my palm and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

My stomach got funny.

Is he guilty? He looks so cute right now, I could just hug him.

Focus Danny.

"Danny? Say something? Does it hurt babe?" He voice was so raspy and slow. I am going to faint. There's a godly looking guy in my room holding my hand giving me the most heart melting look.

Did he just call me babe??

Fainnnnnnnnt

Put it together Danny.

"No. I am fine Hunter." I tried smiling at him but my big red cheeks were getting in the way of that.

He looked into my eyes. Lifted up my palm and kissed on the top of my knuckles.

All this while his eyes didn't leave mine. I have never had this kind of feeling before.

Why does he keep kissing me out of nowhere?

All of a sudden he furrowed his eyebrows. And his beautiful guilty face changed in to the infamous smirk.

"So you are wearing your glasses today?"

Yup.

Gentleman gone.

Douche bag back.

"For a moment I thought you are a nice guy. I was so wrong." I said removing my hands from his grips. I don't want him to feel my sweaty palms.

"I am a nice guy, Danny. In fact I am such a nice guy, who came to talk to you even before changing his clothes from Friday." Ok. I am officially grossed out and a little bit shocked. Why is he being so sweet to me. I know he is trying to get into my pants. And I won't let that happen.

"And why are you so gross?"

"I wanted to check up on you. If you were alright? Did anyone say anything bad to you after I left?"

Why is he so concerned about it? May be, he just wants to be friends? Hunter? Friends with a girl? With a nerd?

He definitely wants to get in my pants.

"Nobody said anything. I think your punch had an affect. Peeker made sure to erase the rumour from everyone's head." I said chuckling and remembering how he fled away when he saw me at lunch.

Hunter chuckled too and smiled at me. I smiled too," Thankyou Hunter. And thanks for not telling anyone about Jake." His face fell for a second but he regained his smirk.

"Now who said I did that because of you. I would need something to keep this a secret babe."

And I thought he was concerned.

Can he just stop calling me babe? I am scared if I open my mouth a butterfly would escape.

"You really want me to bribe you for keeping your mouth shut?"

Disbelief. Pure disbelief.

"I won't call it a bribe. I would call it helping each other." He said as he put a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I tried regaining my strength and totally avoided looking into his eyes. I know I will get lost in them again.

"I will call it blackmailing." I looked at him. Trying to be as confident as I could. But the smirk on his face is telling me I am failing miserably.

"Alright if you think so. I will tell Kyle and everyone else about your pea sized crush on blondie."

Pea sized?

I am offended.

It's only one thing I am proud of and that is my enormous never ending crush on Jake and this guy, just came along telling me that my crush is pea sized?

Hunter Donnavan. You are a dead man.

I balled up my fists in anger. I know he can tell them. I know he can do something like that.

And I am really not ready to tell them about my WATERMELON like crush on Jake.

I am giving him the angriest look I could, but I don't really think it's affecting him much, as he is standing right in front of me with that stupid smirk on his face.

Seriously how many stabs will it take to kill someone with a pencil?

I sighed.

I give up.

I can't even scare a puppy with my angry eyes, and it's Hunter who I am trying to intimidate.

"What do you want?" I feel like a loser. I didn't feel this bad even after losing that pie eating contest from that fat girl when I was 9. It was rather a victory for me, as she puked all in her trophy cup and I went home with a beautiful silver medal.

I might have it somewhere in my drawers.

Hunter's smirk was on a whole new level by this time.

That evil dog.

"I want to hangout with you."

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