CHAPTER 2
My mom Lucy was a high profile psychologist for the wealthy in New York City, and the wealthy would also include the occasional celebrity, which would (depending on the celebrity) make her in the spotlight a lot. Drew, my dad on the other hand was in the spotlight for a different reason. He was well known as the publicist for A-list celebrities such as Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Matt Damon and many other people. You would think he would try to keep a good image because of is clients, but he didn’t. He would do things such as go to a movie premiere with Matt Damon and his wife, and he would arrive piss drunk, unable to be controlled, which made word around New York City and Hollywood. Several situations like that led to him losing his job, and my mom divorcing from him to get me to a healthy home environment, and because he was ruining my mom’s career too. He would talk bad about her to the press, which was the reason the number of clients she had went down.
Then the great day came when my mom met Luke Hunter. He was visiting his son’s wife in New York City who happened to be my mom’s intern, and the rest is history. Luke used to work as a publicist in LA, but got tired of it all and decided to move to Mystic and open his own authentic Mexican restaurant, “Cazador” which is his last name in spanish. This was weird because New England was all seafood. He now owns every seafood restaurant in Mystic and tries to add a little Mexican twist to all the dishes. Luke proposed to my mom on his friends boat in the middle of Mystic River, while the sun was setting. It was beautiful. I should know, I photographed the whole thing. They then got married and have been married happily ever after ever since, but there was the issue of my biological father not wanting to stop living in the same state as him. I haven’t spoken to my father in over a year, though I was sad about it, I’m glad I got out of there thanks to my mom.
As I was thinking about everything that I’ve gone through in my life I looked through my bedroom window after I heard cheerful screaming. I gently put some of the pictures of my friends and I on my dresser and realized it was my mom and Luke. Luke had surprised her with a homemade batch of rice crispy treats which are my mom’s kryptonite, and based on her facial expression she definitely enjoyed them. As I saw them through my window smiling, laughing, and looking like a two teenagers in love, I realized something. I don’t think that I had ever seen my mom as happy as she was now, with a man (well that I know of). Whenever she was around Luke she couldn’t stop smiling, and I was more than glad that she found a man that would take care of us and make both of us happy, and protect us no matter what. I have always hoped to someday fall in love with someone like they have.
After looking at their cute PG (luckily) love fest, I decided to decorate my room with all my pictures and such. Box after box was with the hundreds of photos I’ve taken that I thought were “artistic looking” that my mom still wanted to keep in case I become famous one day and she can embaress me. Looking at some of these, they weren’t that bad for a 10 year old with a digital camera. I’ve always had a thing with taking photos, it didn’t matter of what, just taking photos. I loved pulling them up on my computer and editing them and hanging them up around my room.
After only a couple of hours I had my bathroom, and bedroom all set up with all of my stuff, but just has I was about open my macbook to check Facebook my phone starting ringing. *Your stare was holdin’ Ripped jeans, skin was showin’ Hot night win was blown’ Where you think you’re going baby? Hey I just met you, And this is crazy, But here’s my number, So call me maybe* Carly Rae Jepson's hit single was ringing. I’d love to listen to the rest, but I have to see who is calling. It was a number I’ve never seen, but I still answered. “Hello?” I said a little scared, I never got numbers like this, maybe it was a wrong dial. “Heey! Is this Chuckee Cheese?” a very familiar male voice said to me. This voice sounded so familiar to me, and I knew who it was, their name was on the top of my tongue. “Helllloooooo?” the guy said. Thankfully this guy couldn’t see my face because I was making the same creepy smile that the Grinch made in a Grinch stole Christmas. I knew who it was.
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