Changes

I laid on the floor of my bedroom, or shall I say 'a' bedroom because it was no longer mine. Thank you dad. Thank you for literally ruining my life. I was literally going to die and they didn't even care.

"Isabella if you don't get of that floor in the next 3 seconds I'm going to make sure your boxes of shoes, purses and clothes are left behind" of course, my mom just loved threatening me with my most prized possessions.

"Mom" I huffed "yes Isabella?" She sarcastically said.

"Please stop calling me Isabella, our summer vacation in Spain is over" I rolled my eyes. My mum was Spanish so was my dad but my dad was born here, my mum was born in Spain however moved here when she was 4. Hence my name being the most Spanish thing ever. Nevertheless, she literally called me my actual name in the most Spanish-y way ever. Don't get me wrong, I don't have an issue with my name but my issue was being called 'Isabella' in the Spanish way my mom likes to. Especially in front of my friends it's the most annoying thing ever because everyone calls me Bella, it's only my mom who likes to be difficult.

"It wasn't a summer vacation. It was home" she argued, not making any sense.

I may sound bratty, or rude, but trust me, I'm not the type of kid to tell my mom to shut up, slam my door and demand my food being brought up to my room, oh hell no. That would not end well for me, however I wouldn't ever do that anyway because I was a good child, just sometimes I acted out. Sometimes.

"Okay and two, please don't threaten me by taking away my children, you understand I have separation anxiety from them" I exaggerated pausing, "I also have separation anxiety from this house so maybe I should stay here and you guys head off, just pay the bills I'll do the rest" I suggested smiling.

"Nice try honey, now get up, don't you want to say goodbye to your friends?"

I instantly face palmed myself. I was not good at goodbyes, especially with people I adored.

I instantly left my room, dragging my feet down the stairs with a frown on my face as I left the house. The sun blazed down as I looked across our drive way to see my 2 best friends stood at the van. The movers walked around them putting the boxes and furniture in the back, a complete movie scene, all I needed now was the wind to flow through my hair and for me to walk in slow motion.

I watch way too much N*****x.

One glance at the girls and they started weeping. We all huddled together making all sorts of over exaggerative sounds of crying.

"Please don't leave us Bella" Rosie begged as Carly nodded rapidly "I don't have a choice" I cried, literally.

That only made us cry even more and by the end of it we were all laid on the grass crying. Yes we were dramatic but can you blame us? I literally had been best friends with them since I was a baby, it wasn't a joke.

"Promise you'll come visit us? And you better not forget about us either because I swear I will hunt and murder all your new friends" Carly warned "Okay but who told you I was going to make new friends"

We started crying again.

"Okay girls, this is sad and all but we really gotta get going" My dad interrupted making me roll my eyes.

"Okay Mr Montano but maybe you could just leave her here, kinda like a long distance relationship, except she's your daughter so it's not that kinda relationship..." I looked at Rosie who clearly regretted what she was saying.

"Yeah..." my dad said followed by a laugh "She isn't gone forever, all she does is be on her phone so I'm pretty sure she'll just be a phone call away, or snapchat away as you teens say"

I gagged. Why does my dad think he's cool I really don't know.

"Okay guys..." I said sadly, "I love you, don't forget about me, don't do anything stupid, Carly don't let Aron bother you and Rosie you better not miss anymore classes," I warned, it was a must.

They nodded, I kissed and hugged each of them before I turned around to walk towards my moms car, you'd catch me dead in that crusty van hell no.

"Bella!" A familiar male voice sounded from behind me making me slowly turn around.

There he stood, Alex, my... ex boyfriend?

It was complicated. Why may you ask? Because we had been together for a year and once he found out I was moving he told me that I should forget about him because he can't long distance.

At the time I hated him for it because duh, he was my first real boyfriend and I had genuinely feelings for him, of course I'd be distraught.

But then as time went on I came to the realisation of how hard it would be to make a long distance relationship work, I knew it was hard work and I knew it would cause a lot of unnecessary stress which obviously we wanted to avoid. I guess he could of said it in a better way. Throughout the whole summer I hadn't seen him and so seeing him now brought back all the feelings I once had. The butterflies as you would say.

He almost jogged towards me, a bunch of roses in his one hand, a smile spread on my lips as just seeing him made me happy.

He was gorgeous. He had tanned skin, dark hair, green eyes and tall muscular body. Well obviously because he was the captain on the football team at school. Typical high school romance. But we were different.

"Alex?" I furrowed my eyebrows but kept my smile.

"Thank god you haven't left yet" he said out of breath, before I knew it his arms wrapped around my small body and he pulled me in to his arms that were always perfect to be in. I of course hugged back letting myself enjoy the moment as his familiar cologne lingered making it 10x better.

"These are for you" he said as we pulled away, handing me the roses.

"I know we left things in the worst way, partly my fault, that's why I can't let you leave without telling you that I'm sorry for how I ended things, just hearing that you were leaving hurt me and I couldn't really express how I felt properly, I hope you forgive me" I looked in to his eyes smiling at how cute he was.

"I forgive you" I grinned as he smiled wide.

"I hope whoever you meet treats you in the best way possible, because you deserve the world and I'm sorry I couldn't give that to you. But please don't let anyone treat you any less than what you are, you're perfect and you should remember that" I was gobsmacked by what he was saying, how could I possibly stay angry at someone as sweet as he was?

I smiled reaching up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek; despite him being 6 ft, I was shorter then literally everyone I was around being on 5"3, it was abnormal but we were cute. 

"Thank you Alex, for everything" I told him.

"Isabella!" My mom called out from her car. Of course she was going to be extra and take the roof down of her car and scream making everyone laugh.

"I have to go, I'll be back soon, so don't forget about me" I grinned. I looked up at Alex who I noticed had a glaze of water shielding his eyes, and the girls who cried even more in the back.

Before I started crying like crazy, I turned around and left.

As my mom drove away, I took a final glance at my best friends who gave me the happiest memories ever, Alex who although was no longer mine, treated me in the best way a girl could ever be treated and my house where all the memories were placed.

Changes were brewing and I was terrified of them.