Okay, so real talk. Mom's new boyfriend creeps me out slightly.
Look, it's nothing against him. I think it's just that...I don't like him, or something.
It's not like he's nasty! Nothing like that. He really, honestly tries, and he's always paying attention to Alexander, and they go walking together. He's a good person, I know.
I guess I feel kind of like he's trying to replace Dad. Like, he's stepping into the father role, like Dad's dead or something. Sure, Dad isn't around 24/7, but he's nearby, and we're always welcome! He's not dead.
And Noah always calls me 'champ', like he's the freaking soccer coach. He doesn't really talk to me much about anything except what he thinks teen girls talk about. Super duper wrong! I don't want to talk about if I've got a crush on someone, or what happened at Mal's party. The whole point of going to a party is not talking about it. Otherwise it's like you didn't go!
And he's always teasing me about any boy I mention. Plumbobs, grow up! I only mentioned Mal because I got invited to his party by his friend Rob, not because I know him.
Mom, of course, doesn't notice. She's happy, flying on a cloud of hormones above everything. She's so chilled, it's freaky - she even went around to see Juliana to tell her all about Noah and the baby. Juliana! Mom used to hate Juliana. I'm pretty sure she'll hate her again once the baby's born.
I tend to spend a lot of time on my Slablet these days. Things have just gotten too much for me, even with Alexander around - he's an elementary school kid, after all, and he's beginning to like Noah, of course.
So that door stays locked most of the time. I'm just not ready to think of Noah as part of the family, I guess. Not when he's like that. I don't want to be teased, and called 'champ'. I don't need a new dad, I've got one already.
I can't say anything to Mom. She's so happy, it just wouldn't be kind. She loves Noah, even if I don't.
And it's not like I'm posting this up for the world to see or anything. Nobody even reads my blog.
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