"Get in the car or I'll leave without you!" I yelled through my car window as my brothers hurried towards the car.
"Yeah, yeah…" Will mumbled, throwing his hockey gear in my trunk before slouching into the shotgun seat of my jeep. Tyler was a tad more efficient than Will, but not much.
"Who are you texting?" I asked, turning on the engine and looking over at my brother who was punching texts out at the speed of light.
"Uh, Amber Larch. You don't know her." Hmm… it's a she is it?
"Is she your girlfriend?" He looked up at me and smiled.
"Nah, she's got a huge-ass crush on Ike. I'm like… the middle man or something." I held back a giggle. Sure, that's exactly what he thinks he is, right now at least….
"What about Dylan?" I asked. Dylan Edwards had been pretty good friends with Ike and Will for awhile now, and I didn't mind. She's a sweetie, plus she's got this super exotic Russian accent (she's originally from Russia) that I adore. Will smiled and shook his head.
"She's got a crush on Kenny still," I frowned, and replied:
"Poor thing. But then again, Ike's had a crush on Nikki for…."
"Four years, but it's not like it stops him from playing the field." I laughed at his choice of words. "What? He's a major player."
"Just like his brother," I said with a smile.
"….Only the exact opposite, Livs." I patted my brother on the head as we sped down the street.
I turned the corner towards the Elementary school and there was Kenny, walking down the side of the road. I honked my horn quickly to get his attention and pulled up beside him
"Hey stranger," he said with a smile.
"Your truck broke down again," I replied motioning towards the back seat of my car.
"Hey, it aint my fault I'm too broke to fix it." He said with a shrug pushing Will out of the front seat and hopping right in. "Move Freshy!"
"God damn it…" My brother mumbled under his breath as he took his rightful place in the back.
"This song is stupid," Kenny said, swiftly whipping out my deck of CDs from under the seat. "This'll do." He shoved an old mix CD in the player and turned the volume up.
"I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
Everybody look at me cause I'm sailin on a boat (sailin on a boat)
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the motherfuckin boat (boat, yeah)"
"Oh brother…" I said, turning the volume down as we approached South Part Elementary. "Have a good day Sweetie."
"Yeah, have a good one Ty," Kenny said, waving to my brother as he climbed out of the car. Once Tyler was out, Kenny turned the music up again and began to sing along.
"I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me
Straight flowin on a boat on the deep blue sea
Bustin five knots, wind whippin out my coat
You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat
Take a picture, trick (trick) I'm on a boat, bitch (bitch)
We drinking Santana champ, cause it's so crisp (crisp)
I got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies
I'm flippin burgers, you at Kinko's straight flippin copies"
"Get out of my car before I kick your ass," I threatened as I parked in my usual spot in the High School's parking lot.
"Ok," Kenny replied, grabbing his dirty brown backpack as he jumped out of the jeep.
Will and I weren't too far behind Kenny, who was making his way towards his usual group of friends: the stoners/skaters. I wasn't about to join him. We'd all branched out a little bit. We weren't as close as we'd been when we were kids. But, in this small town, it was hard for us to become strangers, and despite our conflicting activities and preferences. We loved each other.
My group was off standing on the opposite side of the lawn. A group I wasn't all too comfortable associating myself with: the cool kids. I wasn't cool, but I guess the group came along with the title "Cheer Captain" and I wasn't about to question a status quo that'd kept me on top all these years.
Stan smiled over at me from the center. I knew he wasn't too comfortable with the status either. But he was sort of a hybrid. He was a sweetie, and he could fit in with his fellow football players, rockers, and stoners. He had the best of it all.
"Hello!" Wendy, Bebe, Angela, and Christy chimed as I approached. Token and Clyde both nodded.
"Hey guys," I replied. Suddenly a strong arm rapped itself around my shoulder. "Hey Kyle."
"Hey," he replied looking down into my eyes, trying to judge my current mood. He wasn't stupid, he remembers last night. I smiled up him and winked. "Ah! She's happy!"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked innocently, I don't think anyone knew what we were talking about besides Stan and possibly Wendy. Then again, why would they care?"
"Where's your twin?" Kyle asked looking around, referring to Nikki. Hmm… that's a good question. I look around the school yard for her… Oh shit.
"Apparently making a scene," I replied, shaking my head. Here they go again…
Hooray! An update! Term papers went fabulously, thanks for asking. :)
I introduced a few OCs, but the skaters/stoners have yet to be introduced (believe us, they're a large and dynamic bunch). A couple Artsy kids too, who we'll be associating with Nikki.
Wonder what Nikki's doing... I bet you have a pretty good guess, at least if you've been paying attention.
Regular Updates from now on!
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