The ride to Miami, Florida was really long. Longer than I had remembered. After the divorce was final, Dad said he was moving out and going to get a home in Miami with Miranda because she "truly makes him happy."
I sighed again, wondering why Dad had to ruin such a happy life. "Hey, Dad?"
"Yeah, pumpkin?" He replied, not glancing at me.
I made a face. "Why did you move so far away?"
"I moved because I didn't want to live in Jacksonville anymore."
"Well, no duh, Dad. But why so far?"
"Some things are better left unsaid."
I 'hmphed' at that and sighed. Turning the volume of my phone, I decided to text Sophie. She lives in Miami and we were kind of friends. I mean, we kind of met via Tumblr. We were both ranting about haters and then we because Tumblr buddies. I know, weird. I had texted her and told her that I would be in Miami for a week or two and had asked if she wanted to hang out. She agreed to hang out and then said she had to go because her stepbrother, Robert, was bringing some friends over for the Summer.
6 hours later, Dad and I had arrived at his house in Miami. It was...well, a house. Nothing spectacular about a beach house. "It's...nice," I said.
"Yeah," Dad agreed. "Our neighbors to the left had just moved in not too long ago, and we haven't formally met them. Just a little block thing when they movied in. Tonight, though, they're coming to dinner. That's okay?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I guess."
I walked into the house and greeted Miranda with forced smile and walked into my room. It's the same as it was the last time I was here. The walls were a baby blue and my bedspread was a mixture of lavender and baby blue. The floor was hardwood but I had about 3 different rugs on it: baby blue, lavender, and orange. It was cute...In a way.
"Hey, Aniston. Dinner will be ready in 15, okay?" Miranda peeped her head in.