Ace's POV
Chapter 3
Tears
"Stop dropping Kirby bricks on me!" I giggle to Litzy, we're playing Super Smash Bros Brawl and she was kicking my ass. With a pink glob of cuteness named Kirby. Why the Hell did I choose Link? He doesn't affect Kirby at all!
"Never!" She giggles harder and drops Kirby on Link once again, of course I ended up losing, that girl has some skills with Kirby. "I'm hungry, lets go get cupcakes!" Litzy said as she laid her controller on the ottoman.
"Psh, aren't you always?" She eats all the fucking time, but never gets fat. It's only because she goes to the gym all the time. But quite frankly I wanted a cupcake too, whenever my mom comes over to the Wellz she always bakes and is oh so happy. Did I mention that Mr. Wellz and my mom were dating? Well, they are, I sort of have mixed feelings about it, it would mean being able to see Litzy everyday, morning and night, endless sleepovers. The smell of cupcakes wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered.
"Yeah, basically," She smiled and took two chocolate iced, confetti cupcakes, one for me, one for her. At that exact moment my asshole of a little sister came through chasing Molly, Litzy's not-so-much-of-an-asshole little sister almost knocking my cupcake right out of my hands.
"Molly, Zaire! Go die!" I screeched at them, I don't think it really affected them, considering they just kept running and giggling, Jesus! They're in ninth fucking grade and they can't even do something besides play tag! I silently scoffed, considering I lost my virginity in eighth grade to someone I barely knew. I just sort of wanted to get it over with, really. Oh, good times... I shall name that dude Bob because I never got his name.
Litzy giggled as we sat down in front of the T.V watching old-ass re-runs of Terrence and Phillip, we could barely enjoy our cupcakes because of how much we laughed to the point we went into a coughing fit, but after about an hour of that we heard my moms voice from the other room.
"Kids, come here!" My mom shouted as if we were two miles away. Litzy and I looked at eachother in question and just shrugged, we walked into the kitchen to see my mom in Mr. Wellz's arms. Egh, romance of the old people makes me sick. Anyways, they smiled creepily at us, the smile they only get when they have a surprise, or trying not to make us upset. Which one they were using it for, I didn't know.
"Alright, I'm just going to say it!" Mr. Wellz seemed like he was trying to convince himself, what was going on? "Me and Catherine are getting married!" Woah, woah, woah, am I daydreaming? Did that cupcake have cocaine in it? It's not like I would mind having Litzy as a sister, she was an amazing best friend, listener (surprisingly), gymnast, and stress reliever, she always made me forget my problems with her silliness. Molly's just the package deal, but she's cool too.
"Yay!" Molly and Zaire squealed, I wasn't exactly sure just how to react, pissed, happy, both? God dammit, I don't know. Litzy looked happy though, so I guess I should at the very least act glad.
"Awesome! But the wedding won't interfere with Nationals, right?" Litzy asked, I can't believe thats the only thing she cares about. I finally collected my thoughts and decided it won't be that bad.
"Of course not, sweetie," Mr. Wellz told Litzy, kissing the top of her head. She smiled up at him, after that whole ordeal, Litzy and I went up to he- I guess, 'our' room now. We just sat there looking at eachother, I guess I was frowning because Litzy ended up looking at my face with a concerned look.
"Dude, isn't this great?" She asked me excitedly, I shrugged, still pretty unsure of how exactly I felt. "Dude," She sighed and sat back, opening her laptop up. Dammit, I wish I had a personal computer, all I have is a shitty cell phone. Speaking of which, I have someone I need to call.
"I'll be right back, Litz," I sighed and got up, walking out of the room and into the guest room, also known as my dumb-ass brother James' room now. I sat down on the bed and took out my cell phone. Sighing, I dialed Craigs number, thinking that maybe I could open up to him for once. I pressed the call button, heard the ring three times and then his deep voice.
"Hey Acehole," he answered, sounding a bit tired.
"Hey whore," I sighed back into the phone, "Hey listen, asshole, I really need someone to talk to and I just..." The tears began forming and I tried to hold them back, but ended up just sniffling.
"What's wrong?" He sounded worried, but like he was trying to cover it up.
"I just wanted somebody to talk to," I mumbled, trying not to show the pain in my voice, "of course, I forgot you we're an ass for a second there," I tried to keep the tears from coming, but a single one rolled down my cheek and the salty taste sqeezed in between my lips, "If it's that much trouble, then I'll just hang up," The pain was definetly evident now.
"I wouldn't be talking to you if it we're trouble, nor would I be your best friend," he sighed, "just tell me what's wrong," he did genuinely sound like he cared...
"Well... It's just... Craig, Litzys dad and my mom are getting married and I just... I just feel undecided about how I feel about it and I just..." A couple tears streamed down my pale freckled face and into my mouth.
"Shit Ace, it can't be that horrible," he had a tint of sorrow in his voice now.
"Nobody asked me my opinion about it... Plus, I hate my family," yep, the tears were definetly coming now, dripping all over me.
There was silence from the other line and I thought maybe he was thinking, or hung up on me, but I heard a sigh, "Ace, Litzy's there for you and you know that your family means well," was that Craig Tucker... Worrying about someone? Me, even?
"I know... How do you always know how to cheer me up?" The crying in my voice was clearly heard.
"Because I'm just that amazing, it's getting late Acehole, good night," he didn't sound like his old pissy self... I kind of liked it.
"Good night, and Craig?" Shit. What did I just do?
"Yeah?"
"I uh... Nevermind, good night," I pressed the end button and sighed, the tears we're gone out of my eyes and the remainder were dried on my cheeks.
This was the night I decided that I was undoubtally in love with Craig Tucker.
