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Diary of a Teenage Nobody
Volume II
Saturday, April 10
My first experience with New York…
Sucked ass to say the least. Let me sum it up for you in small terms. My dad is…
ONE AND A HALF HOURS LATE!!
So here I am, sitting in the JFK airport waiting for my father who is over and hour and a half late to pick me up. SOoOoO while we’re waiting for his highness to find the time to come pick up his only daughter, of course that’s an understatement since he never really wanted me in the first place…yeah, my dad and I don’t have the greatest relationship in the world. I don’t even know what I’m doing here.
Do you ever have those moments in life when you want to take back a decision you’ve made? There was one time I went to the lake with Ace and her family for the fourth of July and I instantly regretted it. It’s not that I hate Ace or her family or the lake I just didn’t want to be there. My mom says its anxiety. We can just add that to my list of screwed up stuff going on in my life.
Anyways, my dad, ugh, is the typical jock lover wannabe. My brothers were raised to be the perfect sons and I was supposed to be the third in my fathers little kingdom but I turned out to be a girl. He gave me a boy’s name either way. Kyle Olivia O’Donnell. I thank him for it everyday, NOT. The asshole. I have a little bit of built up tension towards the man who ran off to New York and left my mother with his screwed up version of a perfect life and divorce papers to sign.
My mother, haha, she’s a basket case in herself. An ex-hippie vegan wannabe who is too consumed in her new perfect romance that she can’t see the problems it’s caused my life. More importantly the problems my soon-to-be step-brother’s best friend has brought me. I’ll get to him in a second. Anyway, after my mom fell out of love with my father, after many years of silence and thousands of dollars in therapy (she could have gotten a diary! It’s done me wonders) she moved on with her life and is now engaged to Victor.
Victor comes with his own baggage though. More importantly two children who were the devils spawn for the first couple of months before we all warmed up to each other. Tanner is his son who’s a year older than me and has dreadlocks, which my mother hates, plays in a rock band, with Victor hates, likes to take control of the car radio, which Leif hates, smokes, which we all hate, and has and cutest best friends, which I hate. So he’s just a barrel of fun!
Please note the sarcasm there my dear friend.
Raylyn is his daughter. She’s a fun subject in herself. More importantly her pregnant self thanks to Tanner’s other best friend Craig who knocked her up. By the way Raylyn is fifteen. Yeah, great age to get pregnant. Anyways, she’s like five-ish months along and I promised to come back once the babies born. I don’t know if that means I’ll be back for good or for a visit. We’ll see how my summer in New York goes. Of course I have to finish up the last two months of school. Yeah, apparently in New York they go until June. Damn. I miss California already. Oh wait, our school goes until June as well…oops!
Oh yeah, and Leif. Leif is my cool older brother, a complete hottie, according to everyone else, and has one of the quickest changing tempers I’ve ever met. But we’re really close so moving to New York with my not-as-close brother Adam has been a big step for me. Leif has his sports though so I knew he needed to stay in Cali. Besides, I doubt he would have come with me even if I asked.
I’m still sitting in the airport by the way. My dad’s now two hours late. I know your wondering why I don’t just suck it up and get a taxi, but I don’t have any cash on me, and I have no idea where my father lives. Smart of me, yes, I know. But I kinda left in a hurry. So since I’m sitting in the airport, for god knows how much longer, I’m going to recap some of the things from my previous journal into this one, just so I can remind myself how sad and pathetic my life really is and what I’m running away from.
After a phone call to my therapist from the airplane phone, which cost a pretty on my dad’s credit card, but helped a lot, I was able to come to terms with the fact that I was indeed running away. And who am I running away from you ask? Why lovely pink journal with a fuzzy cover I shall tell you, his name is Ashton and he is the epitome of my California life. But it doesn’t matter anymore because from here on out I shall never speak of Ashton again. He does not exist in my mind. I will cry myself into oblivion if that’s what it takes to forget his ridiculously gorgeous eyes and green striped hair and deep laugh and perfect lips and…
Okay so here’s what happened. I started crying after thinking about Ashton. Yes, full out sobbing in the middle of JFK airport, which isn’t a pretty picture to say the least. I mean, I’m sure most people are perfectly pretty criers, Ace is. She could cry for days and still look gorgeous, but I’m most definitely not. My face gets all red and blotchy, my nose runs, my eyes puff up. It’s not a pretty picture.
So I’m crying and I decide to call my mom. She always knows how to make me feel better. Well she answered and asked if I was rapped or mugged or whatever and I said I was fine even though I was still sitting in the airport two hours after my flight had landed. I didn’t tell her that part because I knew she would worry and there was really nothing she could do to make the situation any better.
So then she starts asking me what’s wrong and whatnot and I avoid the question because I really don’t want to talk about the fact that I think I made a mistake by coming out to New York and that I want to go home to try and make amends with Ashton instead of running away like Tanner reminded me I was doing numerous times. Everyone hates to admit it when their wrong. So instead I tell her that I’m just a little homesick and miss everyone already. Then she asked to speak to my father, which of course she couldn’t do because he was nowhere to be found, and I avoided the question.
THEN guess who gets on the phone? Yes, I’m sure you’ll never guess diary and that is simply because I will not let you know more than I have already told you about him. My other diary would know him in a second but you shall know no details. But anyway my mother…
“Oh Kyle, just a second someone wants to talk to you.” She said as there was mumbling and shuffling on the other end of the phone. I started to think about whom in the world would already want to talk to me from good old Cali, and then he spoke.
“Kyle?” he said all deep and sexy like because he has to sound great even after I just left him. I can’t believe I just said ‘sexy like’. How weird is that. Anyway I snapped the phone shut which promptly ended any form of conversation I would have had with Ashton. Yes, I’m a wuss, sue me. Even though I think I made a mistake by coming to New York that did not mean I was ready to fess up to it.
Either way Adam and Britt appeared as I was staring at my phone which made me jump about fifty feet in the air. Not literally but if it were possibly I’m pretty sure I would have beaten the world record. They’d driven up in a cherry red convertible which made a low whistle escape my lips as I stared at it. I didn’t know Adam was doing so successful in life. Or maybe it was our father.
“I am so sorry Kyle.” Britt said pulling me into a hug which almost knocked any sort of oxygen I had in my body out of me. Britt is the awesome fiancé of my brother Adam. She’s tall, tan, gorgeous legs for days (haha, I rhymed) and has the best hair I’ve ever seen. When she and Adam were out in Cali for Christmas she took me to the city to get my hair done, I owe everything to her. Which I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Either way I love her to death. She’s the sister I never got. I don’t think my dad would have been able to handle another girl. He might have left sooner.
“Yeah squirt, sorry. Dad forgot to mention you were coming and mom called about an hour ago to get a hold of you and that’s when we came.” Adam continued giving me a hug as well and ruffling my hair. I pulled away from him and shrugged, funny that my mom hadn’t mentioned that on the phone. He grabbed my bag and led the way to the car. Adam is another one of those total hotties that my friends like to describe to me. He’s tall with dark hair and a perfectly athletic body even though he’d rather sing and dance on stage. Adam’s the musical theater buff, although recently he’s switched to scriptwriting and directing while Britt’s been taking center stage. At least that’s the word on the street. Yo! So I can’t pull off a gangster attitude, sue me.
“It’s okay; I know this was all sort of last minute.” I muttered walking beside Britt as we followed Adam. He stowed my bags in the small trunk and closed the lid with a frown.
“It’s going to be a tight squeeze.” He said as Britt got into the passenger seat.
“Just sit on my lap.” She replied patting her knee for me. I ducked my head underneath the door frame and popped it back up through the sun roof. There wasn’t much talking going on during the ride since half the time I couldn’t hear them. Once we reached, wherever we were going, we all piled out and walked inside the really nice condo building.
It was on a pretty busy street that had people bustling every which way. There was a Starbucks across the street which I was thankful for and some shopping stores randomly scattered about. Other than that there were more condo buildings and a few restaurants. I was surprised to see trees planted every ten to twenty feet. They were small trees too. I was use to giant oaks and willows all over the place back in Pleasanton. The place was like the Garden of Eden compared to this…place.
“Good evening Mr. O’Donnell.” The guy who opened the door for us had greeted.
“Morning Neil,” Adam replied “This is my little sister Kyle, she’s going to be living with our dad for a while.” He introduced me. I nodded and smiled towards the doorman who held his arm out for us to pass. It was kinda weird to think that there was going to be a doorman standing there everyday. Oh well, I guess my dad liked to live the good life. Well duh.
Once we got inside there was another man standing at the front desk. Adam walked over to him and introduced me as well. His name was Tony and he looked exactly like Neil. Apparently they were twins. Adam collected my dad’s mail from him and led the way to the elevator.
I expected a short guy to be running the elevator and asking us what floor we wanted, but alas, there was none. If the entry way to the condos didn’t shock me enough, it did by the way with its marble floor and walls and it’s extravagant gold touches, the elevator was a scene in itself. I swore the buttons were pure gold and the walls were lined with gorgeous gold plated mirrors. My dad was certainly living a good life in New York.
We got off on the twelfth floor of the condo building and walked down the hall to the last door. There were only four doors per floor so I didn’t think my neighbors would be that bad. As we stood outside in the hall while waiting for Adam to find his key in order to open the door the one next to my dad’s opened as if the person on the other side were running for their life and a thin, white haired woman came dashing out of it. She stopped quickly outside of her condo and stared at us.
“Good evening Ms. Rupert!” Britt greeted cheerfully to the woman who squinted her eyes towards Britt with a small glare on her face. I would have flinched if I could have. I’m pretty sure I would have flinched if she looked at me. Which she did, and I did.
“It’s never a good evening with your rowdy bunch.” She woman growled in a deeper voice than I thought a person of her age and frailty could produce. She turned her gaze fully on me and looked me up and down for a few seconds while scrutinizing my figure. I should have worn something a little better than the jeans and plain cotton t-shirt with my schools name sprawled across my non-existent breasts. My toes wiggled inside of my red high-top converse and I felt awkwardly small.
“Ms. Rupert this is my little sister Kyle.” Adam introduced us as he finally opened the door and walked inside with my bags before reappearing. “She’s going to be living with my dad for a while.”
“Charmed. You better not be as loud as those other damn girls.” Ms. Rupert announced loudly before disappearing back into her condo and slamming the door.
“She seems—nice.” I muttered following Britt and Adam into my dad’s condo.
The place was decked out in white marble along the floors, without carpet by the way, and the walls were white marble as well. I wonder how much my dad was paying for this place. Every bit of furniture looked like it was bought directly from a decorating magazine and placed in his apartment. Everything was either black or white; even the flowers that sat on the kitchen island were white. The far wall was covered in windows that looked out on the street below. The living room and kitchen were one big open space that was separated by a walkway of black marble that was in the center of the room and led towards the three closed doors in the back.
“Well this is it.” Adam muttered leading the way towards the first door past the living room and kitchen. He opened it and produced a room that looked about as inviting as the big rooms behind me. It held a large bed and a dresser with a large walk-in closet and connecting bathroom. I was thankful to see that the floor was carpet and the walls were regular walls, painted white of course. Adam dumped my things by the dresser and led the way out of the room.
“I hate to cut this short but we’re late for our humanities class. Oh here’s your key.” Adam said giving me a key to the condo before kissing my head and giving me a quick hug. Britt did likewise and they disappeared before I had time to utter a word. I was left in the cold apartment by myself. I had no idea what to do so I explored.
Other than my bedroom there was another one, that was decorated like a teenage girls bedroom with lots of frilly stuff, pictures all along a mirrored vanity dresser, posters on the wall which portrayed male models and singers, the bed was overflowing with pillows and stuffed animals as a laptop computer rested on the edge. I wondered whose room that was but didn’t dwell on it.
The third bedroom was obviously my fathers but I didn’t stop to look at it. There was a small half bathroom by the front door of the condo which wasn’t too special. Other than it was completely decked out in black. There was something about my dad’s condo that was so…cold and lifeless. No wonder his marriage with my warm, free loving mother didn’t work out.
I found that the fridge was poorly stocked. Unless you were a big alcohol drinker, than it was stocked perfectly for you, but there was barely any food in sight. Mostly vegetables and fruit, which I had no problem snacking on but still didn’t fill me up. It took me an hour to unpack all of my things and put my room in order. I looked around and smiled as I placed photos of my mom, Tanner and Raylyn, Ace and Tyler, Leif and I and…Ashton. Only because he was in the group photo from my birthday though. Otherwise I wouldn’t have one of him out.
I just wanna scream and lose control, throw my hands up and let it go. Forget about everything and run away, yeah, I just wanna fall and lose myself, laughing so hard it hurts like hell. Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I was singing to myself, which is never a good idea. But I was so freaking BORED! There was nothing to do! After three hours of television Britt and Adam called to say they couldn’t make dinner because they already had plans with a bunch of college people. So I sat around and watch MORE television. Every couple of shows I would glance at the clock and wonder when somebody was coming home. My dad did come home eventually, right?
The condo had an awesome view of the sunset which was gorgeous but only occupied my time for about forty-five minutes. Once the sun had set the lights in the condo automatically turned on which surprised me since I was expecting to sit in the dark since I had no idea where the light switch was.
Finally, at around eleven o’clock at night somebody came home. But I wasn’t expecting this person. I sat up from the couch excited at hearing the door opening. I had a big grin on my face as I waited for my dad to enter, but like I said, I hadn’t expected this surprise.
“Who are you?” said a very vicious voice. I blinked and looked at the gorgeous girl standing before me. I thought I was still asleep on the couch for a second and blinked again before rubbing my eyes. The girl was really, really pretty. She had soft brown curls framing her face, the type of curl that was loose but still intact which my hair would NEVER do for me, big brown doe eyes, lips that puckered without help and an awesome body. Even I had to stare.
“Um—” I muttered spreading down my t-shirt and wondering what I was supposed to say to this person. Obviously this was her territory and I was imposing, but what was I supposed to do?
“Oh—” her voice softened like a mili-fraction of an inch when she looked at me after closing the door. She walked farther into the apartment and dropped her mini-Prada-backpack purse on the couch. “I forgot. You’re Jason’s kid, aren’t you?”
“Uh—” I stuttered wondering how she knew about me when I had never heard word of another girl living with my father. I hadn’t heard of anybody living with my father. As far as I knew he was a hermit.
“Can’t you speak?” she said rudely with narrowing her eyebrows in annoyance towards me. It’s not like she’s little miss—perfect—? Eh.
“Yes.” I finally squeaked out. “Yeah, I’m Jason’s kid.” I said my dad’s name hesitantly because I’d never really referred to him by his first name and it was a little bit weird.
“Oh,” like she was disappointed that I had agreed. “I thought you were supposed to be a guy.”
“Heh, yeah, it’s the name.” I blushed as I fiddled with sticking my hands in my back pockets or holding them in front of me.
“Whatever.” She replied picking up her purse again and walking towards the second door. So that was her bedroom?
“Um—I’m sorry—” I stopped her in her tracks. She turned around and gave me a look. You know the look. One of those ‘what the hell do you want’ looks. She couldn’t have been much older than me so I don’t know what was up her ass. “Sorry—but who are you?”
“I’m Maggie. Victoria’s daughter.” She said as if that were the most commonly known thing in the world. I simply stared at her as if she had mule ears growing out of her head. “Victoria—the woman who’s engaged to Jason—” I think she was waiting for recognition from me or for me to start singing praises to her name but all I did was roll my eyes into the top of my head and faint.
Kelyn
Comments and questions greatly appreciated. I'm going to love this story, and like I said Ashton might or might not come back, hehehe...