Chapter 2

That weekend Ciara came over. I'm 15 now, but Darry still thinks that I shouldn't be home alone. He thinks I'll make a mess. So it's not a girls' night, more like her babysitting me.

"HEY RAY!" Ciara barged in my room excitedly, and then started jumping on my bed.

"Hey Ciara," I said, bouncing from her jumping by me.

"So what do you want to do?" Ciara asked.

"Where's Dar?" I asked.

"He just left," Ciara said jumping down.

"So are you supposed to watch me or something, cause I told Darry I don't need a babysitter, I'm 15 for Jesus sake!" I said.

And that was true I did tell Darry that but he still wanted someone to watch me, just because I was the youngest in the gang doesn't mean I'm a kid.

"Don't worry I'll let you be free," Ciara jumped back on the bed, then jumped off yelling, "LIKE A BIRD!"

I smiled at her hyperness, she wasn't acting 18 that was for sure.

"Let's order pizza!" I said.

"Okay! Where's the phone," Ciara ran out of the room.

"In the kitchen," I called after her.

"Found it," she yelled.

(A/N: WARNING THE NEXT SMALL PARAGRAPH WILL SPOIL THE END TO THE MOVIE 'INSTRUTIONS NOT INCLUDED')

We ordered pizza and got a liter of Dr. Pepper. Then watched a Spanish movie with English words, Ciara was crying at the end saying, 'why did the little girl have to die why not the old man?' we were watching 'Instructions not included'.

Then we kind of just hanged out watching movies and eating. Then I got the smart idea to smear chocolate icing all over my face.

"Let's clean you up," Ciara said after she realized what I did.

"Okay," I run to the bathroom.

I cleaned off my face then had to clean the sink because it was now a light brown. Then Ciara spotted Soda and Darry's shaving cream.

She picked it up with this evil, happy, crazy laugh. That meant she had an idea.

"What?" I asked, as I whipped my face with a towel.

She laughed once more and then sprayed the bathroom counter with shaving cream. Then stuck her hand down in the middle smearing it over the whole counter.

I laughed too, then did the same, but I made hand prints on the mirror. And then smeared it all over the mirror, then took a razor and acting like I was shaving the mirror.

Ciara copied me, and then, finally we cleaned everything up with white towels.

"See using white towels was a bright idea," Ciara said happily.

"About when people use them?" I asked.

Ciara frowned, "this is not such a bright idea."

"You think," I turned on the water washing the towels I had, but making a bigger mess.

"Let me, let me, I'll do it," Ciara took the towels and washed them.

I watched then sneaked off to the kitchen and made apples and peanut butter, while I was eating them I got peanut butter on my hands, and then I just kind of rubbed it all over them.

That's when Ciara came in, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said sarcastically.

She took me in the bathroom and made me wash them, while she went in the other room.

I went back in the living room and she wasn't there.

"Oh, Jesus, where is she?" I asked myself.

I heard her in the other room, and followed the noise she was making in my older brothers' room. I entered Soda and Pony's room, and she was on the floor going through a box full of stuff.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She looked up at me and held up the box, "we could use this paint to paint our shirts!"

"Cool!" I said, smiling.

"Do you wanna?"

"Yep," I said, taking the box.

"Do you have a shirt I could borrow?" Ciara asked.

"Yep come on let's go get them from my room."

We run up the stairs and I found a tank top for me and t-shirt for Ciara. Then we went back down stairs and put plastic bags in the shirt and tank top and put them on the table.

We got paper plates out and put the paint on them, I ran back to my room and got a paint brush. Then when I got to the kitchen I started to paint my tank top, with the brush and the painting stamps Ciara found.

When we finished we both did splatter paint on the back so the kitchen was a mess. Ciara and I ran around trying to get everything cleaned up with dawn soap and paper towels….it wasn't working very well.

I splattered paint on the oven, sink, and table….and floor. So I got the mop and mopped the floor while Ciara got the table and sink cleaned up. I then did the oven, and then let Ciara clean the stamps while I put the paint up and hanged up the shirts.

"Whose idea was this anyways?" Ciara asked.

"Yours," I said simply.

"Yeah whatever," she said.

We took a shower together with swim suits on, because we were covered in paint. We switched places every now and then to get under the water.

When we got out and after we got dressed, we threw the trash bag in the can right outside, and that's when we realized that we been up all night, and the sun was coming up.

"Wow we been up all night," I said.

"Oh-no."

"What?" I asked Ciara.

"OH-NO!" she repeated.

"What?" I asked again.

"What time is it?" she ran back in.

"I don't know," I said, running after her.

The clock read 5:30 A.M.

"Darry's going to be here in an hour and a half!" Ciara started to panic, looking around at the mess, in the living room, and kitchen.

"Okay, okay, we can do this," I tried to calm her down.

She rushed to the kitchen, "I'll finish the kitchen and you do the living room."

"Okay," I said, and went to the living room.

I pick up the pizza box, and the empty liter of soda, and threw it away. After that Ciara ran around the house all hyper active, skipping around singing. Can't really picture an 18 year old doing that but I can, if I was thinking of Ciara!

Then I put on 'Stand By Me', she was skipping around the kitchen, but as soon as the music hit in the beginning she ran in the living room, and hopped up on the couch and lightly said, happily, "Oh look, Stand By Me."

Darry then walked through the door, "Hey guys!"

Author's note: Everything that happened in this chapter happened in real life, except Ciara= my cousin Itsjewells. Rayna= me. Soda and Pony= my older sister. Darry= my dad.

Funny story: I locked my self in my room a few days ago and jumped out my window, I just now got feeling in my legs yesterday. Then yesterday I went to a party with 3 of my sisters and my cousin= Ciara! We got into a fight with a group of girls and boys, and almost got into a rumble! They were socs, probably 15 or 16 of them and there was only 4 of us not counting my youngest sister that's 3. But we ended up winning anyways!

Itsjewells (my cousin) was like Dally, I was like Johnny, Melissa (13 year old sister) was like Two-bit, and Megan (11 year old sister) was like Pony.