I played with the now overly soggy cereal in the bowl in front of me. I watched as the milk swirled around the spoon and I sighed again. I was so distracted this morning that it was becoming increasingly annoying. It still felt unreal. Peter and I were no longer together. He has called and texted me endlessly and I didn't reply. I hadn't even heard from Rosalie since the whole thing went down, which was a solid week ago. I really didn't know how to feel about that. She suddenly seemed like a completely different person and it was a hard pill to swallow.
"Andy," Bree called, snapping me out of my world of thoughts. "You really need to eat something" she said and I blinked rapidly, trying to come back to reality.
"I just- I don't feel like" I said, and I sighed as I pushed the bowl to the side.
I groaned and lowered my head to the table, hitting it with a low thud.
I hated how I felt.
"Okay, okay. You know what? You need to see yourself" she said and I quirked a brow as I slowly raised my head to see what she meant.
I almost jumped out of my own skin at the image in front of me.
Where Bree got a mirror from, I had no idea but I was horrified at my reflection.
I slowly raised a hand to touch my face.
"That can't be me" I said and she rolled her eyes.
"Exactly. You look like shit" she said, solidifying my fears.
My hair sat on top of my head in a very messy bun and definitely not in a hot type of way, dark eyebags sat pretty beneath my eyes and lips were so dry, they were beginning to crack. Plus, I was in my 'I'm going through something' hoodie that I stole from my older brother years ago and I paired it with the loosest sweatpants I had.
Bree dropped the mirror and my eyes snapped to her.
"We can't have you looking this way. Peter is definitely not worth it. And neither is Rosalie, apparently" she said and I bit my bottom lip. I knew she was right but as much as it sounded so easy, it wasn't.
"I know what you need" she said and I raised a curious brow. And yes, I was curious but at the same time, I dreaded whatever she had to say. Bree was… simply put, a wild bird.
"What?" I asked and she grinned, mischief creeping into her voice.
"You need a distraction" she said and I swallowed.
"Uh huh. Nope, I don't think that's what I need" I said, as I slowly got off the tall stool I sat on, trying to walk away from the conversation but no, Bree was definitely not having it.
She hurriedly rounded the table and stood right in front of me.
"Wait! Hear me out" she said and I groaned. That was all she needed to say. There was no way we weren't doing whatever she had to say. Bree was a very convincing human.
Still, I dreaded it.
I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Fineeee, I'm listening" I said and she grinned and made me sit again.
"Okay, so, the other day… the day you and Peter ended things-" she started and I winced, just as she did, before she continued "Yeah, well, that day, my dad came here. He left shortly before you got back in fact" she said and I cocked my head. I knew she didn't get along well with her dad and I had actually never seen him before.
"I thought he was in Miami" I said and she nodded.
"Yeah, he was. But he 'wanted to check up on me'. Weird ass dude" she said, air quoting 'wanted to check up on me'.
I sighed.
"How did it go?" I asked and she groaned.
"I hate him. He just sweeps in and tries to fix things" she said and I sighed, before reaching out for her hand, as a sign of comfort.
She smiled.
"Oh, I'm fine. That's not even the point. He came with an offer. He wanted me to come spend the holidays with him in Miami. He wants me to give him a chance" she said and I raised a brow.
"Well, do you want to?" I asked and she scoffed.
"Give him a chance? Absolutely not. Go to Miami? Hell yeah. We deserve the break, Andy. This year has been hell" she said and I cocked my head to the side.
"We?" I asked.
"Yeah. We. I refused when he proposed it to me even though I was dying inside. I want to go so bad. But I was overwhelmed with pride and now, I have a valid reason. You" she said and I nodded mockingly.
"Right. So, you want to use me" I said and she shook her head.
"No, no. That's not it. It's a mutually beneficial thing" she said and I almost laughed, very amused about the whole thing.
"No way Bree. I don't see how this helps" I said, and it sounded stupid because staying here helped even less.
"It will! It will keep you relaxed and distracted for a while. You'll realize Peter isn't worth it and Rosalie is just a bitch. It's not your fault they are two faced assholes" she said and I sighed, finding myself actually considering her offer.
"Come on, Andy" she said, coercing me to agree.
I sighed again.
She did have a point. It would most definitely help in taking my mind off of things and we definitely deserved the break. College was a bitch this year.
I groaned as I found myself agreeing and I stared at her eager eyes. I knew it, I knew it! From the moment she mentioned to hear her out, I knew I would end up agreeing to whatever she was going to say.
"Fine!" I finally said and she squealed.
"Yes!" She said as she did a little happy dance, which I cut off with the raise of my finger, and she paused.
"On one condition" I said and she groaned.
"Noooo" she drawled and I chuckled.
"It's not in my place but I really think you should give your dad a chance" I said and she looked at me like I had grown two horns.
"Nope. Absolutely not" she said, while shaking her head profusely and I sighed.
"Come on, Bree. You don't have to be overly enthusiastic about it but just give him a chance" I tried to reason and she groaned in obvious annoyance.
"Listen. I'm saying this because I really care about you and I want you to be happy. If I could go back in time, I would spend more time with my parents. Nobody saw their deaths coming. Neither me or Ryan got to say our goodbyes. I just don't want you to regret anything later on" I explained and she sighed and closed her eyes, and cursed under her breath.
Then, she snapped it open and then sighed again.
"Fine" she said and I smiled brightly, causing her to roll her eyes in response.
I giggled as it dawned on me.
"We're going to Miami!" I squealed before and she laughed along with me.