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Characters and Ages for this story:
Lilly Truscott: Age 22
Joe Jonas: 25
Nick Jonas: 22
Kevin Jonas: 27
Miley Stewart/ Hannah Montana: 22
Aidan Truscott: 6
Alaina Truscott: 4
Alexa Truscott: 16 months
I looked at Nick, who I had just bumped into by accident. "Sorry," I mumbled, carefully maneuvering past him.
"I'm hungry," Kevin complained.
"Me, too," Nick agreed.
"Stop whining," I muttered, running a hand through my messy hair.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Kevin mumbled, looking directly at me.
"Whatever. Stop complaining," I snapped. "And if you guys are so hungry, than go eat something."
"Well, we were waiting until we got to the town where the concert is, so we could go in a diner for breakfast or something," Nick explained to me.
"Great," I murmured.
"Okay, seriously, what is wrong with you? Why are you suddenly being 'Mrs. Doom And Gloom' all the time?" Kevin snapped at me.
I shrugged. "Who said I was 'Mr. Doom and Gloom'?" I asked begrudgingly.
"No one had to say it. You are acting like it," Kevin replied matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes and stared out the window of the tour bus. I watched as the cars flew by us. "Where are we anyway?" I muttered.
"Pennsylvania," Nick piped up.
"How far are we from where we are going?" I asked.
"I dunno. A couple minutes?" Kevin guessed. "We're going to a town called New Springs."
"New Springs?" I echoed. "That sounds like some kind of deodorant," I scoffed.
"Very funny, Joe. Anyways, we're probably almost there," Kevin stated flatly.
"Cool. Cause I'm hungry," I said quietly.
Kevin and Nick simultaneously looked at me. "Wait, wasn't it you that just told us to stop complaining about being hungry?" Nick inquired. I shrugged. Nick snickered. "I think Joe's just upset."
"About what?" Me and Kevin said in unison.
Nick smirked. "Because Lia broke up with you," he said smartly.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Kevin chuckled quietly. "Shut up, Nick," I snapped. "We were only together for three weeks, so it didn't mean that much to me anyway. And what do you know? When was YOUR last girlfriend?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't need one."
"Riiight. You're just upset that we've been on tour with Hannah Montana for almost a month know, and she still doesn't seem to be interested in you," I said with a confident smile.
Nick reached over and slapped me on the arm. "Shut up."
"No YOU shut up," I said back to him.
"Why don't you both shut up," Kevin suggested.
"Stay out of this, Kevin!" Nick and I fired in unison.
Kevin backed away from us, holding his hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine. Go ahead and rip each other's heads off. It won't be me who complains if one of you doesn't have a head anymore. But I think our fans will be a little bit disappointed!"
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, waving my hand dismissively.
"Wow. You must be really upset about your stupid break-up!" Kevin snickered.
"Oh, God, Kevin! I thought I just finished that conversation with Nick! Now you wanna start with me, too?" I snapped irritably.
"Hey, hey. I have a girlfriend," he said triumphantly.
"Yeah, we know, Kev. Mikayla is the only one you've been talking to for two weeks!" I said with a smirk.
"Hey, I'm just really happy! I really like her! And it is so cool that we've been on tour with her for the last month!" Kevin protested.
"Yeah. . . ." I said slowly.
"Hey," Kevin said, looking out the window. "I think we're here!"
The brothers stepped off the bus and greeted Mikayla and Hannah.
"Hey, baby," Mikayla cooed to Kevin, sliding her arms around his neck. He gently kissed her lips.
Nick and Miley exchanged a look. I just stood there awkwardly.
"So, um, how 'bout some breakfast?" Miley asked.
I nodded. "Good idea. Where should we go?"
"Um. . ." everyone said.
I pointed straight ahead. "Look, there's a cute little diner. Let's go!"
"Well, when people see us, we'll get mobbed," Kevin reminded us.
I held up a hat and a pair of sunglasses. I carefully put them on. "Not me," I said proudly. "I'm not in the mood to get recognized today."
"You never are anymore," Mikayla pointed out sadly.
I fiddled with my fingers and stared at the ground. Everyone has been ragging on me lately for being upset. But I have the right to be upset, because my girlfriend just broke up with me two weeks ago. I've been kind of sad ever since then. I mean, why doesn't anything ever seem to work out?
Tonight was the last stop on our tour, and after that, we were staying in a hotel here for a week just to relax for awhile.
"Look, you guys go ahead. I don't feel like being with everyone. If it's just me by myself, then I can sit in peace and quiet. If I keep my sunglasses and hat on, then no one will really notice me. So it'll be better that way. So. . .go ahead. I'll find another place to eat. I'll call one of you when I am done, okay?"
Everyone stood there, not really knowing what to say. "Um. . .okay?" Kevin said slowly.
I shrugged and walked away from them. I slowly climbed onto the sidewalk and kept walking, not even looking back.
I stared out the window of my car, completely sad. I had to get out of my car and head into the diner to work now, but I just didn't want to. Trust me, working at a diner isn't too fun. But I manage with it, because I HAVE to. I need to work, because I have a family to take care of.
Let me tell you, families aren't all they're cracked up to be. Families aren't always there for you when you need them. Families aren't like they are in fairy tales and children's fiction books. Families suck sometimes, especially when you are young, and you have your own family to take care of.
Allow me to explain...
Aidan James Truscott was born on January 3rd 2009, in the middle of my sophomore year of high school. I was fifteen.
Yes, Aidan is my son.
Yes, I was fifteen years old when I had him.
Call me a slut if you must, but I'll have you know that Aidan was the result of my first time. So I wasn't a slut back then. But after I had him, I got worse. In April, I went back to school, as per my mom's request. My mom took care of my son with the help of her parents. My dad left us when I was four, so it had always been just the two of us. I think the only reason I actually went back to school was because of my best friends, Miley and Oliver. Without them, my teenage years would've sucked way worse than they did. Before Aidan, I wasn't into the party scene. My friend convinced me to go one time and boom:nine months later came Aidan. After he was born, I turned into a party girl. No drugs. I never found the need for that. I knew they were bad, so why do something that can get you arrested? Basically, I went to parties every week. Naturally, a party was where Aidan was conceived. That's a given.
Alaina Hope Truscott came when I was seventeen, almost eighteen. She was born on January 19th, 2011, the year I was supposed to graduate from high school. I guess you can call it bad luck if you want to. I must just be an overly fertile person. Either that, or God must think I was born to be a mother of a dozen kids or something.
Oh, and if you are wondering what happened to my kids' fathers, I'll tell you. It was confirmed by a doctor that Billy Weller was the father of Aidan. He has a younger sister, Becca, who once dated my friend Oliver. Billy was a senior when I was a freshman. He was seventeen, almost eighteen, and I was barely fifteen when we made Aidan. I never loved him. I barely liked him. Yet I gave him my virginity. And he gave me a son. So I guess we are equal, right?
The next person I slept with after Billy was Kyle. I don't even remember his last name. Yep. He was so unimportant that I can't even remember his last name. But he never mattered to me anyway. He was a man-whore and a pig, let me tell you. I mean, who has sex with a fifteen year old who is five months pregnant? I'll answer that question: Kyle NoLastName. And it was barely legal. He was just weeks shy of his eighteenth birthday on the night we did it at a party at Ashley DeWitt's house. After Kyle, I can't remember who was next. It was after Aidan's birth, and that's all I remember.
My mother started to get mad at me for going out all the time at night. She said I was an irresponsible mother, and I should be ashamed of myself. So I started to party less and take care of my son more. Then when I went back to school, I barely spent any time at all with Aidan. But that was okay, because my mother really wanted me to finish high school. And I seemed to be on a good path until I started partying again. By that time, I was sixteen. A string of one-night stands soon followed.
Luke, Dan, Mick, Will, and Teddy. I have no idea how I remember these names. I just do. I then dated Greg White for a few months. I thought Greg was special, and I really liked him. In fact, I didn't even sleep with him right away. He didn't even mind that I had a one year old son at home. He even met Aidan, and baby-sat him once. But Greg turned out to be just like all the other guys. He only pretended to care about me to get in my pants. And it worked. I was stupid and gave him what he wanted. Afterwards, all he wanted was sex, we fought a lot, he cheated on me, and he started to be mean to me. I broke up with him about three weeks after we did it for the first time. We only did it about three or four times, but I can't really remember. We were together for about four months, which was a lot for someone like me. Unfortunately, I found out I was carrying his baby two weeks after we broke up. I told him I was five weeks along with his child, and he didn't care. His mom found out, and she was really mad. She packed up their family and moved to Washington the next week. I never heard from that jerk, Greg, again.
If it weren't for my mom, I never would've graduated. She practically forced me to go to school. I missed several months right before and after Alaina was born. I went to summer school to make up for it. And then they finally gave me my diploma at the end of August. I was so fed up with the fact that I wasted my whole summer. That's what caused me to spiral downward into a life of alcohol.
After giving birth twice and finally graduating, I returned to the party life. I had never been the type to sleep with strangers, so I guess that means I'm not on the same level of whore-ness as some other people I won't mention. After all, those people didn't end up getting pregnant. It was me who did. All of the girls I went to high school with were way worse than me, and yet, I was the one who got pregnant. You'd think that after the first pregnancy, I would learn not to do the same thing again. You'd think that. But that's not how it ended up. I don't know why this is how my life turned out. I guess it was all the pressure to get good grades in school. My mother expected me to excel at everything. I was smart and athletic. But according to my grandmother, "You threw your life away!"
Oh, well. I ended up with the sweetest daughter ever. Alaina was not a crier nor a screamer. She was quiet right from the beginning. Aidan, however, was the noisy one right from the start. They are two years apart, so they are pretty close in age.
My mother supported me and my kids until I graduated. Then, she saw that I was partying again, so she got angry. She claimed I couldn't be a good mother if I tried. So I decided to show her just how good of a mother I could be. I moved out of her house. I decided to leave Malibu. After all, there was nothing that attached me to the town anymore. My best friends, Miley and Oliver, had departed for college two hours away. And Miley was really mad at me. When she came home from college once in a while on weekends, she got really mad at me because all I would do was party. She said she didn't want to be friends with someone who partied, slept around, and got drunk all the time. She basically agreed with my mom, saying that I was irresponsible and careless. Oliver seemed to agree with her, but he wasn't as harsh about it. Miley and I argued a lot a few weeks before I left, and she said she couldn't believe who I had become. This kind of made me upset, which urged me to leave. I wanted to escape the place that had caused me so much pain. Everyone was disappointed in me, and my kids needed a better life than I could give them in Malibu, where I had so many temptations to party a lot.
So I left.
And I ended up in Maine in February 2012. It was just me, a three year old, and a one year old.
And that's how it was.
Until I met Sean Turner. He was a twenty-seven year old teacher in the middle school in town. I was only nineteen, but I really liked him so we went out a few times. I made some friends in the neighborhood, so I eventually had people to babysit my children. I went out with Sean for about a week before he invited me over to his house one night. And you know what happened next. We continued dating, and he used protection when we slept together. We dated for about six months, and two or three times we accidentally didn't use protection.
I got pregnant again.
You'd think that God would let someone ELSE get pregnant for once. I spent a lot of time wondering why it was me who kept getting pregnant. I considered putting the kid up for adoption, but I decided that it wouldn't be right to do that. I already had two kids, so why shouldn't my third kid get to have it's real mother? So I gave birth to a girl and kept her.
I was barely twenty-one when Alexa Faith Truscott was born on March 29th, 2014. She was, unfortunately, a big crier. She cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. And Sean didn't care much. He moved in with us to help take care of Alexa, but it was clear he didn't really care about her. One night when Alexa was about three months old, I went out to the store, and when I came back, Alaina was bruised and crying. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't tell me. Aidan, being a good brother even at the age of five, told me that Sean had hit her because she was begging for someone to play Barbies with her. My poor little three year old was crying non-stop.
Sean went out, completely angry. He was drunk already, but I was sure he went out to drink some more. While he was gone, I packed up our stuff. I stayed the night at my neighbor's house with the kids. Sean came to find us, but I refused to see him. Boy, was I glad I didn't marry him yet. Two days later, my kids and I left. I had a three month old with me, so traveling was difficult. We somehow ended up in New Springs, Pennsylvania.
And that is where I started my new life.
I made three promises to myself when we moved into our new house.
1) Work really hard at my new diner job.
2) Be the best mother I can possibly be.
And last...but not least...
3) No more abusive boyfriends and no more casual sex.
I whipped around, grabbing the plate from the cook, Freddie. I hurried across the diner and placed the plate right in front of the customer.
"Thanks," he said politely.
The man looked to be in his fifties, but I swear, he checked me out when I walked away. I shuddered in disgust just from the mere thought of the old guy staring at my butt.
The diner was buzzing with excitement. I had already been working here for over a year, and everyone here knew me. The town wasn't big, but it wasn't small. It was just average. This was the best diner in town, and a lot of people came here regularly. The owners, Lenny and Tammy, are most likely in their early sixties now, but they are still very lively. They bounce around the town, talking up their diner. The manager is their son, Harry, who is about twenty-four. Lenny and Tammy use to dream about me getting together with their son, but when I told them all about my teenage life, they changed their minds. Harry and I became really close friends over the last year, and he is almost like the brother I never had.
"Hey, Lills. Can you get table seven? I'm kinda busy," Alyssa, Harry's younger sister, said to me. Alyssa is another one of my close friends. She is twenty-one, barely a year younger than me. I am twenty-two now. The main difference between us is that I have three kids, and she has none.
"Sure," I replied, rushing to table ten. On my way to the table, I bumped into this guy wearing a hat and sunglasses. "Sorry," he said.
"Sorry," I echoed.
The guy sat down. I walked past him and got to the table Alyssa sent me to. Seated around the table were three guys. They all appeared to be in their mid-twenties. They were kinda cute, but you could tell just by looking at them that they were obnoxious players. Then again, stereo-typing is wrong, so I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts.
I pushed my thoughts aside and gave them my best fake smile. "Hello, welcome to Sunny's Diner. My name is Lilly and I will be your server today. What can I get you guys?" I said cheerily. I turned to the guy farthest to the left and looked at him expectantly.
The guy gave me a flirtatious smile. He ran a hand through his perfectly gelled blonde hair. He appeared to be the oldest of the group, maybe twenty-seven. "Hmm...you can get me your phone number. . .written on your underwear," he said smoothly.
His two buddies laughed. My eyes widened, and I didn't know what to say. I handled jerks like this all the time, and I was really good at it, but at the moment, I was at a loss for words. "No, really, what do you want?" I asked, deciding to stay professional. When in doubt, just do your job.
The blonde-haired guy smirked at me. "You," he said in a low voice.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Then, I turned to the guy sitting next to him. "What can I get you?" I said pointedly.
"Um. . .you can get me in your pants," he said with a laugh.
I groaned. The guys all high-fived each other, and I tapped my foot impatiently. "Or I can get the manager to escort you out of here," I said finally.
The guys all stopped laughing and looked at me. "Excuse me?" I noticed the guy in sunglasses a the next table started laughing when I spoke. I looked at him, and he stopped.
"Are you going to order something or not? I don't have all day," I said through clenched teeth.
"You know what, I don't like your attitude. Can we speak to the manager?" the blonde-haired guy said.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think he'll be able to help you. You're being disrespectful to the waitress," I said simply.
"Look, yo, I asked to speak to the manager, alright?" he snapped at me.
"I don't think that will help you. The manager is one of my best friends."
"I don't care!" the guy said, standing up. He reached a hand out and shoved me backwards. "Get the manager."
"Excuse me!" Harry yelled coming over. "Is there a problem here?"
I quickly explained to Harry what the guys had said and done.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Harry said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
The other two guys stood up. All three of them started to walk towards the door together. Before leaving, the blonde-haired guy reached over and pinched my butt. I gasped, but didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause a scene. Once they were gone, Harry turned to me.
"Hey, sorry about them," he apologized sincerely. "I went to school with two of them. Major jerks. Don't let them bother you."
I nodded. "Yeah, uh-huh," I agreed.
Harry patted my shoulder, then walked away. I glanced at the empty table in front of me, before walking over to the next table. I curiously tilted my head to the side, staring at the guy in a hat and sunglasses. Why was he wearing sunglasses inside?
"Have a problem with the lighting in here?" I joked as I walked over, taking out my notebook to write down his order.
The guy laughed. "No. . ." he said slowly.
I smiled. "Then what's with the sunglasses inside?" I asked.
The guy shrugged. His dark hair popped out of his hat, resting on the sides of his face. "I dunno," he said.
I raised an eyebrow. For some reason, this guy sounded familiar. I peered closer at him. Did I know him from somewhere? "You sound familiar," I said honestly.
He froze. "Um, no I don't," he said quickly, making his voice higher and slightly squeaky.
I stared at him for a few moments, as if trying to figure him out. "Um, yes you do," I said.
"No!" he said urgently.
"Are you trying to hide your identity on purpose?" I asked smartly.
"No!" he yelped.
I shrugged. "Okay."
Right in front of me was one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. Then again, I hadn't officially met this girl. I squinted through my sunglasses and read her name tag. It said: Lilly. I smiled to myself. I liked that name. Lilly.
Lilly appeared to be about twenty, maybe twenty-one. I could be wrong, though. She has long blonde hair and a really pretty smile. Unfortunately, I think she is on the verge of figuring out who I am. Oh, well. I guess it'll be okay if she finds out.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked slowly.
She looked confused for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope."
"Um. . ."
"Take your sunglasses off," she ordered.
She didn't answer, she just waited for me to obey. I shrugged and took my glasses off. Once they were off, I had a better view of her pretty face.
Lilly's eyes widened. "You're J-"
I reached out a hand and slapped it over her mouth. "I'm not in the mood to be recognized by anyone else," I said, sliding my sunglasses back on.
She nodded, looking shocked. "O-okay," she squeaked.
"So. . . um, what can I get you?" she asked at last.
I smiled. Wow, she's really pretty.
Okay, so this is my first story. It would be nice for some people to tell me if you like it. If people don't like it, I guess I'll just delete it and forget I ever wrote it. So. . .yeah.