It' a whole new story! WOW! I wasn't even sure if I would be able to think of another story. I really don't know what I want this to be about, but I'm at least hoping that it will be different than Band and Love. Here is to hoping... I hope you like it!
Yelling.
It is something that comes natural to some people. It is something that makes me want to rip out my own fucking hair.
My parents are the king and queen of yelling. They don't even talk to each other anymore. In fact I never knew a life without them yelling at each other. I have heard rumors that they used to love each other, but that seems like a fairy tale to me.
I like my parents don't get me wrong, but just in separate rooms.
My mother is sweet and kind and is a big shower of love.
My father is a bit cold, but that is because of his parents. He is really funny though.
My mother just finds his humor annoying now. I still find him hilarious.
He will try and joke with him and she just getting so pissed off. I think it's because she doesn't understand his humor. I share DNA with him so I understand it perfectly.
Lately I have been their target of anger. This is because the found out about my "after school activities" as they called it. Which is code for that I sleep with a lot of girls.
I used to spend my time at this place called Hodge's Training. Its a self defense/ fighting gym type place. I was the best, but I stopped about 2 years ago. I don't know why I stopped, but I just lost interest I guess.
The owner, Hodge, was so disappointed that I stopped because he wanted me to teach some of his classes for him.
My parents however have started this thing where the are arguing, and then all the sudden they say a snide comment about what I do when I'm not here.
Sometimes it's my mom's fault, and then it's my dad's. It just depends on who starts the fight. Either way I am a bad child.
It has gotten so bad that I just stay in my room when both of my parents are home. Hell now it's like I live in a cave.
I can sometimes even hear them yelling from down in my room. I live in the damn basement! Like what the hell!
My mom will ask me why I don't want to "spend time" with her, but all I can think is "REALLY" like why the fuck do you think.
It baffles me how clueless people can be. The best thing that could happen to this family is a divorce, but my mom says that it would "cost to much".
It has gotten so bad that I don't even have my friends come over anymore. My friend Sebastian once said that they yell so much that he was surprised they haven't killed each other yet. I agreed.
I had a lot of friends, but my best friends were Jon Fairchild, Alec Lightwood, and I suppose Sebastian Verlac. I got into a lot of fights with Sebastian, but we somehow were really good friends.
He could be a tool sometimes, but we have been friends and neighbors since I can remember. Our parents were best friends so we were always expected to be friends as well.
Sometimes that sucked, but he was sometimes a decent guy.
Alec and Jon however were the best guys I knew. Jon gets around just as much as I do so there is no judgment there, and Alec is a bruiting softy.
His boyfriend says he has a heart made of ice with lava in the middle. I haven't seen much of that "lava" but I can tell that it is there.
Right now I'm at Jon's house with Alec and Seb should be here any minute. The summer had just begun and we were getting ready to watch everything that had ever been on television.
When we were trying to pick out what to watch Jon's little sister came in.
Clary Fairchild.
We were in the same grade together, but that definitely didn't mean we got along. We didn't get along at all. She was pretty and everything, but her attitude made her so annoying that appreciating her looks was almost impossible.
It wasn't like I haven't tried to be nice to her before. I mean we could share a laugh or two every once in awhile, but she usually ended up getting angry at me or vice versa.
When she got mad though, it got funny. Her face would turn as red as her hair. It was really entertaining to watch.
I like seeing her face like that so much that I would sometimes make her mad on purpose. The easiest way to do that was to call her "Red". By the angel did she hate that.
I tried to call her "Short stack" once, but she threw a plate at me so I decided that I would just stick to Red.
Jon always got a kick out of our little squabbles that he encouraged me to come over a lot. I didn't mind. Anything to not hear my parents fighting all the damn time.
"Hey there Red" I said with a smirk.
Her face turned red right on cue.
"Nothing Golden bitch" she said trying to get her face to turn it's normal color.
"Alright you two! We have the whole summer to bicker, but right now we need to figure out which movie series to watch to kick off the summer" Jon said flopping his giant body on his couch.
"Fine" Clary said sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
I decided to make matters a bit more interesting and sat in the middle of them.
"What do you think you are doing" Clary said crossing her arms.
"Sitting" I said keeping a straight face
"Umm, No." she said
"What you weren't sitting here" I said smiling sweetly at her.
"No. but neither are you" she said as she kicked me off the couch.
She didn't even have trouble getting me off the couch. Damn.
"The hell Red" I said sitting uncomfortably on the floor
"Oh, I'm sorry that's where my feet are resting. Go somewhere else" She said calmly
"Well then" I said sitting on the chair next to Alec.
Alec and Jon just snickered at the fact that this girl just kicked ME off the couch. This girl had a inner strength that I didn't know about.
I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that said "You will soon find out"
Please let me know what you think so I know if I should continue it. And ideas are most welcome. I don't know where this story is going, but I will find out as I write it. XOXO~~AS