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CHAPTER 2
As I was pulling into my driveway, I made sure everything was the same as when I left. Cruiser: nope, still at work I see. Door: closed and locked, as it should be. House next door: still empty, no inhabitants, no neighbors. "Well, this is the house of my lonely father, so, most likely, there won't be any neighbors," I sighed. For all the time that I've been here(all my life) there has never been a neighbor. Yes, some would come and go, but never for more than a few months. You'd think I'd get used to it by now, but I think the fact that my mom left us when I was 10 ears old, may have left an effect of eternal loneliness. Charlie, on the other hand, preferred being alone. But even if he likes being alone, I think he still misses my mom. And I think it's funny because every Valentine's Day, she sends us a cactus from Arizona. And I'm like, "Thanks a heap, Cyote Ugly. This cactus gram stinks more than your abandonment." But, ya know, like, whatever.
I unlocked the door, hung up my jacket, and went to start dinner. "Hmm… what should I make?" AHH! I'm talking to myself again.
"I should really stop that." DANG IT!
"Oh! I got it!" grrr...
Charlie's favorite: steak and potatoes.
"I knew there was a reason for me talking to myself."
Sighing, I went to get the steak out of the freezer. I put the potatoes in the oven, and the steaks in the marinade. Well, I have about 10 minutes until I have to broil the steaks. As I put in my Eminem CD, my cell started ringing.
No worries, Papa's got a new bag of toys What else can I do to make noise I done touched on everything but little boys That's not a sad, bad Michael, that's just a metaphor I'm just psycho-
"Um, hey Mike, what's up?" truly curious 'cause he hasn't called me since Jake and I got together.
"Hey Bells," he slurred. Great, I'm being drunk dialed!
"What the hell Mike?!"
"Calm down sexy-" click.
AHH! Just perfect!
No worries, Papa's got-
"What do you want now?!"
"I need to tell you something important."
"I'm waiting then," I sighed impatiently.
"In a few days, my uncle and his family are moving into town."
"So…"
"Well, they're moving next door to you."
"Ha, they won't be there for long," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"
"Never mind. I still don't see the importance of all this."
"Well, it's just a heads up for Jake, 'cause he has sons…"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, we all know about your record-"
"Fuck you."
"Gladly."
"AHH!" Click. I'll show them all. Jake and I are different. I would never. Not to him.
*Sniff*Ew. What the heck's that smell? CRAP! The potatoes!
I rushed into the kitchen, and sure enough, smoke was seeping out of the oven. "Great, I guess we just have to eat steaks." I walked over to the refrigerator to grab the bag the steaks were marinating in. I pulled out one of the pieces, but I guess I left them in the marinade too long, 'cause it looked like an overgrown raisin. Guess that means pizza for dinner.
"Hey Bells, I'm home."
"Oh, hi Dad. How was work?"
"Same as always. Dinner ready?" of course…
"No, actually. I was going to order pizza."
"Oh perfect. Pizza goes great with baseball."
"My thoughts exactly." Not.
"Um, Dad, do you mind if Jake spends the night?"
"As long as you keep your hands to yourselves until I'm asleep. Then, I don't care."
"Really?"
"Bells, you're almost 18. I need to let you live your own life, and I know you're having sex."
*Cough* "What?! How long have you known?! Who told you?!" I asked in horror.
"Jake," he said casually.
