***Skyler's POV***
Another day, another yawn...
I'm too tired for anything. This move has just drained the life out of me.
It feels as though I haven't slept in days. I've just ridden in the passenger's seat of this U-haul for five days, driving from Washington state to Florida.
AND I'M TIRED!
Tired.
This move really is taking its toll. I'm literally going insane. For the past hour, I've been listening to the same song on repeat. It's Happy All The Time by Set It Off.
And it's ironically making me feel depressed.
My dad has had to listen to me humming this song for the past hour, with my head on the center console and my feet basically out the window.
He's the parent I'm moving with. My mom is back in Washington because she and my dad split. She had some drug problems that he couldn't handle, and when she finally got in trouble with the law, he put her in rehab and we moved. They still have a good relationship, just not the marriage type.
So, obviously, I live full-time with my dad now.
It's not bad. I do miss my mom sometimes, but I just remember that she's getting better. That's how I know this is the right thing to do.
I love my mom so much, but her opinions on my life "choices" can be a little...intense. For example, she doesn't agree with the fact that I'm gay. She's coming to terms with it...but it's hard for her. She also isn't very comfortable with me wearing light makeup from time to time.
I've got a very...unique style that you'll see later...
My dad, however, is completely fine with it. He couldn't give a shit about what I do with my time and money, in relation to my sexuality. He's actually very supportive. He took me down to California once on my fourteenth birthday, which also happens to be Gay Pride Day (June 1st), and brought me to my first Pride parade.
California Gay Pride? On my birthday? YES, PLEASE!
It was really fun!
I'm very close with my dad. He's pretty much my best friend, and he acts like it too.
I don't really have any friends my age, though... I'm a very outcast-outsider type of person. I've got a quiet, timid personality and I just generally don't fit in with friends groups or even just people. The last person I was really friends with was my boyfriend, and when he dumped me, the whole school turned on me. I was the loser and the social outcast. Ever since that incident, when I was fifteen, I just kinda distanced myself from others. I became very independent in the high school setting.
Because of this whole bully problem that I've had since about freshmen year, I've developed a very low self esteem, confidence, etc. The way I dress doesn't help at all, but I like dressing like this...
It's a win-lose situation, really.
I try not to let people get under my skin about my look, but that can be a little hard when the people are adamant about it.
But I digress.
"Skye?" Oh, right. Reality. That's a thing.
"Hm?" I pause my music and sit up in the seat. My dad turns down whatever country music he was listening to on the radio, making the U-haul a hell of a lot quieter. "Is there a problem...?"
"No, no, I just wanted to ask a question."
"What question?"
"There's an office in the new house, and I was wondering if you'd like to paint another mural. Just like you did in the old one. It can be of anything you want."
"Wait, seriously? You'd let me paint another mural?" I love painting so much! Murals are really fun and I love graffiti...when it's legal.
(Or not.)
I've done both...
"Of course. I liked the last one."
"Awesome! I'll work on a concept in my sketchbook!" My mood immediately brightens, making my dad smile. I sit up straighter, ideas whirring through my mind.
Okay, I'll need the dimensions of the all first, then I'll he able to thumbnail some ideas in my sketchbook. My eighteenth sketchbook, if you don't mind me bragging. I've got a couple of pages left, which should be enough for this next project.
HELL YEAH!
THIS MURAL IS GONNA BE AWESOME!
"We're here."
"WAIT WHAT!?"
WE'RE HERE ALREADY!?
I hadn't even realized that we were in a neighborhood until he pointed it out. The neighborhood looks really nice...and very different from our old one in Washington. It's a lot more tropical, I'd like to say. And it is hot as fuck, I will say.
Not hot like Derek Theler from Baby Daddy or Chris Hemsworth from the Marvel movies, but hot as in the temperature of the Devil's fucking bed sheets. You know when you wake up in your bed, all tangled and sweaty and stuff? Yeah, that's the vibe this place is giving off.
I'm used to much, much colder temperatures...
Dad pulls into the driveway of a...fairly large house, for just the two of us. It's a nice, craftsman-style house. The colors match the rest of the neighborhood, with desaturated greens and earthy browns. I's a very homey, comfortable feel, which is exactly what I love, Craftsman-style homes are my favorite because I love the aesthetic. The house has a porch that wraps almost all the way around the house and it looks like there are three floors.
"Oh wow... That's a really nice front porch." This is my first time seeing the house. Dad wanted it to be a surprise.
This is a big surprise...
"There are three floors, actually. The third floor is yours."
"You're kidding..."
"Nope. You have your own bathroom, bedroom, living room, kitchenette..."
"I have an entire apartment up there, then!"
"I guess so."
THAT'S AMAZING!
Oh my God, I can't wait to set up my room!!!
This is going to be awesome!
As soon as he parks the U-haul, I grab the box of some of my art supplies from by my feet and dash to the house. The key is under the mat, so I take it and unlock the door.
"OH HELL YEAH!" THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!
And came with the furniture!
I run into the living room, which is the first room I actually come across.
The living room has a cozy feel, not as outdoorsy as the exterior of the house. It has a lot of large windows, but also a homey vibe, with rustic and light colors. The couch is a light brown color with light green and pink throw pillows. The end tables o each side of the couch are wooden, matching the coffee table. There's a floor lamp by a recliner to the right of the couch, which is the furthest from me. The lamp fits in with the aesthetic and the chair is actually a burnt orange color. It oddly fits.
My mind in awe, my feet carry me further into the house. When I get to the kitchen, I just completely freeze.
I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS KITCHEN!
I love it so much! The style in here is the best aesthetic ever! The island is a light wood with a cream-colored tabletop, with rod iron barstools under a little elevated ledge. The cabinets match the island with the light wood color and iron accents. The walls are shiplap wood painted a cream white color, which matches the counter tops of the entire room. The appliances are stainless steel, which is a huge upgrade from the ratty old appliances we had up in Washington.
This whole place is a big change from what we had in Washington...
But I'll give it a shot...
I walk back into the living room to see a few boxes by the couch. Dad must be already starting to bring them in from the truck. Eh, I'll help him later. It takes me a moment to find the stairs, but when I do, I make my way up them. On the second floor, there are two bedrooms (master and normal), an extra room, and a common bathroom. After I finish exploring, I find the almost hidden staircase to the third floor. The stairs are carpeted and come from the extra room, which is carpeted as well. Just one of those normal, yellowish-tan carpets.
Good. My room is hidden.
*does the evil and maniacal supervillain hand clasp thingy*
When I get up to the third floor, it's exactly how Dad described it...AND MORE!
It's all carpeted, except for the bedroom and the bathroom., which are right next to each other. The bedroom is connected to the bathroom, but the bathroom has a second door that leads into what is kind of like a living room. There's a little kitchenette on the side of the living room that is adjacent to the bedroom door and across from the bathroom door. It has a microwave, cabinets, and an actual electric oven. There's even a toaster oven on the counter across from the mini island! This is awesome! And my room is one of those that has the weird-shaped ceiling because of the roof!
This is so much better from that shitty place in Washington... I get that that was my home, but this is my new one and it's fucking awesome!
The box of art supplies just falls from my hands to the floor when I open up the bathroom door.
No way...
This is literally the bathroom of a god...
There's a linen closet, a towel rack, a glass shower, tiled steps leading up to a massive bathtub with jets, a big countertop with two sinks, mirrors, and medicine cabinets, and just everything you could want int a bathroom!
It's surreal!
The beige-colored tiles run up from the floors to halfway up the walls, where they stop and the white color of the walls carry on all the way up. Unlike the downstairs areas, this bathroom is more bohemian, with fake decorative green plants and natural light colors.
I'm definitely going to take a bubble bath in here later...
"SKYE, COME HELP ME WITH THE BOXES!"
"COMING!" I run back down both staircases to find my dad in the living room with tons more boxes. "Yes?"
"These are yours. You can go ahead and take them upstairs."
"Do you need help with the rest of the truck?"
"No, I can get that stuff. It's all heavy anyway. Go ahead and set up your room. I know you're dying to do it." Dad ruffles my hair as I pick up a box with some of my little trinkets and knick-knacks in it.
"I really am."
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