At home, my mom was in the kitchen. She stood at the sink cleaning the dish. Looking over her shoulder she smile at me, "How was your last day hunny?" I propped myself up on the counter while Chris walked to the fridge, "It was okay." She dried her hands off and turned to me, "None of the boys with you." I shook my head, "Nope." She smiled, "I miss them. They don't come here much." Chris tossed me a water, as I jumped off the counter, "Maybe they're all scared." She looked at me, "Scared of what?" I looked back at her, "You and dad. Remember springbreak? They all came over for a movie and you two had that huge argument. You guys threw stuff around and cuss-" She put her hands okay, "Okay, okay. Andrea, go upstairs. I really don't want to talk about this." I rolled my eyes, "Then do something about it." She threw the hand towel down, "Andrea Grace, don't ever back talk me?" I slammed my water down, "Why? Are you going to hit me like you did dad? Are you going to kick me out like you did Chris? Because if you are, I'm more than happy to walk out myself." She sighed and leaned on the counter, rubbing her face in her hands, "I know things are hard hunny, but we all need to stick together." Chris grabbed my wrist and whispered in my ear, "Be nice." I scoffed, "How can you two stand here and tell me to be nice and that we need to stick together? You are just as bad." Grabbing my water bottle I stormed upstairs. I buried my head in my pillow and cried. Not out of sadness, but out of anger. The buzz of my walkie talkie made me pull myself together.
"Hey Joe. What's up?" I buzzed back. There was a moment of silence then he responded, "Nothing just wanted to say hi. Didn't really see you today." I smiled and leaned against my head board, "Yup, today I was invisible," I sighed, "Can't wait for tonight. I really need to get away." Joe took no time replying, "Your parents." I stood up and crawled out my window, sitting on the porch, "Nope, this time it was my mom and me. She told me that we all have to stick together." I closed my eyes against the hot sun, "I don't want to do this anymore Joe. I hate being here, and in this situation." "I know," Joe responded, "Hey, I'm heading over to Charles'. Meet me there?" I looked back at my closed door then nodded, "I'm on my way." Climbing back through the window, I ran down stairs, "Going to hang with Joe and Charles. See you later." I didn't wait for my mom's response as I ran down the street towards the Lamb house.
"Okay, you two sit down and watch this." Charles said to us as he hung a blanket over the window. A zombie clip from his movie played on the projection screen in front of me and Joe. We watched in amusmant. When it ended we turned to Charles. "That was a really good zombie murder." Joe said smirking. I nodded. "Yeah, but it's not a story yet. Older kids are entering this film festival," He removed the sheet from the window, "15 and 16-year-olds, who have better stories and cars and production value. I've got nothing." I stood up and walked over to him, "That's not true. You've got us." He just gave me a look. Mr Kaznyk yelled at him from the kitchen, "Charles, dinner!" He rolled his eyes, "I'm coming!" Walking over to his bed, he looked through the magazine that lay on it, "There's this article I want you to read, Joe. It explains everything about stories." Joe and I walked over to him. "I just don't understand how the wife helps make it a story. And why not Andy?" I shrugged at him. "Jesus, this is what I've been explaining. That scene we're filming tonight, where the wife is telling the detective that she's scared for him, that she loves him." Joe smiled and shook his head, "I can't believe you talked to Alice Dainard." I smirked and rolled my eyes at him before sitting back down on the chair. Mr. Kaznyk yelled for Charles, "Charles, come on. Move it!" Charles once again rolled his eyes and yelled back, "I'm coming!" Mr. Kaznyk yelled back, "And wash you hands this time!" Which made me snicker. "So he investigates the zombie stuff, you feel something. You don't want him to die because they love eachother. That make sense?" Joe still smiled, "Alice Dainard. That's awesome." Charles shook his head, "You're impossible." Mrs. Kaznyk shouted for him one last time. "God, Mom, I'm coming!" Charles shouted before turning back to us, "Midnight okay? Don't forget." We nodded our heads once, "Won't forget." Charles handed Joe a magazine before we walked out, "Read this."
When we got down stairs Mrs. Kaznyk and Jennifer, Charles older sister were arguing. "It's your turn to babysit." Mrs. Kaznyk said stirring mashed potatoes. Jennifer shook her head, "Why can't I switch with Charles?" Charles joined in the conversation, "Maybe cause you crushed Charles' top hat. You ever think of that?" Jennifer turned around and glared at him, "Oh really? Well, guess what? We're switching." Charles walked up to her, leaving me and Joe at the doorway, "Oh really? Well, guess what? No, we're not." Mrs. Kaznyk broke up the fight, "That's enough. Charles, take this to the table. Benji, time for dinner. Hey Joe, Andrea." Joe answered before me, "Night, Mrs. Kazynk." I just waved. She smiled and pointed at the table, "Take a seat. We have lots of food for the both of you." Joe and I shook our head. "No, we're okay. Really. Thank you though. See ya tomorrow Charles." Charles turned back to us, "Later days." A roll was stuffed in his mouth. I clapped my hands together and he tossed me one. Mr. Kaznyk looked at us, "There's always a place for you two here. You know that." We nodded together, "Yes sir. Thank you." Joe grabbed my wrist and drug me out of the house.
"Why do they always do that? Make us feel worse than we already do?" I asked pulling my backpack up onto my back. Joe shrugged, "I don't know. Trying to show support, I guess. I'll see you at midnight." I smiled and nodded, "See ya later." Turning in the other direction, I jogged towards my house, turning around to wave goodbye to Joe. He smiled and waved back. He always made me feel different than the others. Not in that way, just, I felt like I could connect to him. Like we were the same person sometimes. He was my bestfriend. Smiling to myself, I shoved my hands in my back pockets and continued to my house.
Around 11:45 there was a tap at my window. I opened my curtains to see Cary waiting for me. I grabbed my jacket and climbed out the window, following him, Preston and Martin to the curb where we were meeting Joe and Charles. They were already there when we got there. I sat down next to Cary and leaned over Charles and Preston to steal a couple twizzlers from Joe. They all of a sudden broken out into song, "Bum,bum, bum... you, my little pretty one, my pretty one, when you gunna give me some time, Sharona? Make my motor run, my motor run!" I laughed at Cary's guitar solo. "Wait, so, guys, people are turning into zombies because of the chemical factory, right?" Martin asked, making us all groan and roll our eyes. Charles leaned forward to looked at him, "I don't see how the guy playing Detective Hathaway can ask where the zombies are coming from. Jesus." I smirked and rested my head on Preston's shoulder, tried from the day. Martin looked over his script, "Well technically, Hathaway hasn't even..." Before he could finish, Charles threw a twizzler at his face, "Shut up." We all burst in a laughing fit. "Was that a rock?" Martin asked holding his face. Cary and I laughed, "I'm sorry, Smartin." "It was a twizzler." Joe laughed out. We laughed until Joe stopped us, "Hey guys, look. Guys, look!" Headlights appeared down the street and we all stood, gathering our things. Cary patter Martin's back, "It's okay Smartin." I giggle, chewing on a twizzler. Joe and Charles leaned into the car window talking to Alice.
On the way there, I sat halfway on Joe's lap and halfway on Martin's. Sure this wasn't safe, but niether was a 13-year-old driving a car either. "So I wrote a couple new lines. Can I show you?" Charles asked turning to Alice. Martin immediately stiffened, "New lines? Charles, do I have new lines?" Charles just ignored him, "You know what would be great? Is if you could cry during the scene. Can you do that?" Alice glanced at him, "No." Cary turned to her and smiled, "You know the first place I'm gonna drive when I get my license?" Joe leaned forward some and handed Alice a twizzler, "Want one?" She looked at him the rearview mirror and took it. Martin shook his head, "Wait so I have new lines, right? Because I just learned these."
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