"Dad I'm home! Roxy's here with me too," Derek had taken his shoes and chucked them off in some random direction as usual.
George walked into the living room and greeted us.
"Hey G-man," I smiled.
"Hello there Lillian, come to cause havoc once again?" he smiled.
"Of course! When have I never? Is there really any point on asking?" I smirked when he rolled his eyes but he still gave me a hug.
"Kiki!" the squeal of a little girl called from the stairs.
"M&M's!" I ran over to the tiny girl and gave Marty a hug.
"You going to play dollies with me today?"
"Aw, sweets, I'll come on Saturday and spend the day with you so we give Nora and Gee a day off of chaos, alright?"
"Okay Kiki," with one last hug she settled herself in the living room and started to color on the coffee table.
Derek had made his way upstairs already made himself comfortable in his room. I could already hear his stereo blasting its steady drum beats.
"Casey out on her date with Max?" I grabbed Derek's guitar and lay on his bed strumming a few chords while I look at him upside-down. This wasn't good for my head, with the whole head hanging off the edge, I don't want to loose anymore brain cells then I have already.
"Not that I care, but yeah. Sam and Ralph are coming in a few," he threw his tennis ball against the wall, I was happy that Casey was out or else she would have burst through the door annoyed and voicing her annoyance at Derry.
Now I love the girl like a sister and all, but sometimes she was a little over dramatic. She has a really short fuse, and when she blows up, the whole earth rolls their eyes and ignores them.
"Dude, watch that thing. Still a little scared after that thing in grade eight, you knocked one good in Brad," we laughed at the memory.
In the eighth grade I had been practicing with Brad- ex-boyfriend- the day before the big school baseball tournament. We had been tossing the ball around in the rain. Brad was the jock that all the girls fell for. Blond hair, blue eyes, played every sport offered, and was the polo's and khaki sort of guy.
Well we were at a park's diamond just hanging out with a group of people. At this time Derek and I were inseparable- when you saw one the other wasn't too far off. Brad didn't like this one bit. Derek said a couple of things that started to get to Brad. So Brad got a little distracted and kept adding force to his pitches.
Derek had said something about Brad's hockey form and that was the last straw. Brad didn't quite aim for my glove; the force had also been so hard that it hit my face. It was headed towards my eye but I was thankful that I moved slightly that it narrowly missed my eye and hit my brow. The force was so hard that I was knocked to the ground.
On the ground all I saw was black and could only feel the blood gushing out of my head.
Everything happened so fast. Things are still a little fuzzy, but after that all I could remember was the ambulance and the pain from the stitched. Stupid nurse forgot to put on the numbing cream.
The next day at school I spent the whole day attached to Derek's hip. Brad never showed his face till last period, and I never got the chance to play at the tournament seeing as I am squeamish when it comes to baseballs.
Well at last period PE, Derek walked up to Brad and just punched him right in front of everyone. He got suspended of course for two days, but I skipped those days and climbed in through his window. It was fun for the most part.
"Sorry. I'm hungry, let's go and get some snackage," he stood up and waited for me in his doorway.
I gave him a look and he shook his head in response. It's kind of creepy how we have this psychic language. We don't really have to talk for the other to know what is going on in the other's head. Comes in handy some times, but other times it's just a bother.
Seeing as he shut down my first request I just had to throw the irresistible puppy dog look- which I passed down to Marty, I'm not a good role model to her. He groaned and walked over to the bed with his back facing me. I let out a small squeal and latched onto his back. This wasn't really anything new, happens almost everyday.
I rested my chin on his shoulder and breathed in. He smells alluring; he picked the right day to wear deodorant.
"You smell good," he chuckled and shook his head at my kookiness, but thanked me.
"Billy!" Lizzie shouted from the door. It looked like she just came home from soccer practice.
"Blizzard!" I shouted by Derek's ear which caused him to visibly cringe. "Sorry babe," I kissed his cheek and jumped off his back.
He just walked into the kitchen while I said hello to his younger step-sister.
"You know that people think that it's you two that are dating instead of you and Frank,"
Whoa! That caught me off guard. I wasn't ready for a comment like that.
"Bliz, you know that Der and I are just friends, best friends actually,"
"Whatever you say," she ran up the stairs and left me with my thoughts.
She really was different from most people I know. Truthful and observant, something people tend to lack nowadays- well the truthful bit at least.
I sat down on the stairs and rested my chin on my fist. Never really thought people would see us like that. I treat him like I do any guy- okay maybe not every guy, but it's because I've known him my whole life and can basically read him like a book.
It's not like there was any way that he would like me like that.
"Roxy don't think so hard, you might hurt yourself," Derek walked back into the room with a sandwich in hand.
"Well we need someone here with a brain," I walked in the kitchen and got myself a glass of OJ.
When I walked back I noticed that Sam and Ralph had already arrived and were seated around the living room.
"Ian, why don't you drink something normal like pop?" Ralph asked when I squeezed myself in-between the two blonds.
"Ally, this might come as a shock to you, but normal people actually drink juice," I said in a sarcastic voice.
He pushed my shoulder and we all laughed. When the laughter had died down we got on the topic of video games and music.
"Guitar Hero. We should have a guitar hero marathon seeing as Derek doesn't have rock band," the boys agreed and untangled the guitar controllers.
"Roxy, can you go up and get the games in my room?" I nodded and ran up the stairs.
This was going to take longer than I thought.
Derek's room is a mess!
But with my room in the same fashion, I can try and look for it, but there is no way I am looking under the bed. You really don't want to know what is under there. One time I found a moldy piece of pizza and a moldy apple core merged together and I seriously thought that it was going to chase after me.