Chapter 7
"Mom...where's my doughnut?" I'd spent the last fifteen minutes searching my room.
"Sweetie, you probably ate it." Something was up with her. Like, legit dopeyness. She was totally out of it, running around the place fixing all our furniture and rearranging everything.
"No mom...my doughnut, not doughnut...jeez." You'd think she'd learn. She then came parading through my bedroom door.
"Well maybe you ate that to." She says this then starts chortling like some deranged crazy person.
"MOM!" Ever since my lovely brothers disappeared, the only emotion I've felt towards my mother was aggravation and exasperation. Well maybe not, but right now they were."fine, fine. It's on the couch." That one simple question took way longer than necessary to answer.
"Oh and by the way, I'm going over to the Clearwaters." What I thought when she said this was 'by all means, please do.' but in reality I said
"Okay, say hi for me." See I'm nice. The advantage to this was that I got the house to my self. To bad thing was that I'd be bored. And after yesterday's little get-together with Brady I didn't have the guts to go over to his place...I doubt he'd come anyways. I was a little lost in thought for a minute that I wasn't if mom had left the house yet.
"Are you still here, mom?"
"NO!"...oh god.
Right after mom left to Sue's I attempted to call Cat. She didn't answer as expected. She's probably still sick or whatever. Every one's either sick or incognito nowadays. Most people would be upset about it. Especially mom, but no she's crazy now. I guess I shouldn't blame her though- it's her way of getting through things...
"Alright. So yesterday lets just forget all that awkward nonsense." I could have sworn that it heard Brady just then. I turn around to see that he's there. Lurking it up in my kitchen.
"Where the hell did you come from?." I have no memory of opening the door and letting him in!
"Next door. So, yesterday?" he's such an idiot, none the less, a very cute one... I can't believe I just thought that.
"Oh, umm, I agree?" Some part of me wanted to forget about yesterday, while the other wanted to grab him by his shirt collar and shake him like crazy,yelling 'what did yesterday mean?tell me now or I will kill you!'. But I didn't want to get arrested.
"Now that's all cleared up." He's smiling down at me. Why is he smiling at me? Is he playing some sick game were the guy that's always been the asshole tries to get the girl, in which his asshole injustices were directed, to like him or some explanation along those lines? Call me paranoid, but this kid has to have an ulterior motive.
"Are you hungry or anything?" Don't get mad. I didn't know what else to say. I'm glad that I didn't say anything like 'whats up' though...
"Nah, I'm good."
"Yeah me to..." Wow, I'm such a loser.
"So. Um, your- uh your hair looks nice today." What was he playing at? Did he really mean it? I bet he didn't.
"I haven't even brushed it-" I tell him all suspicious like. At that moment Cat burst into the room. Thank god.
"I'm annoyed with life!" Lately it seems so.
"Hey it's great to see you to Cat."
"Of course it is. I'm me. What are you doing here, loser?" I thought that once she got here it wouldn't be as awkward. I guess i was wrong...
"I was around the neighborhood-" Brady makes this really adorable face.
"'I was around the neighborhood', what kind of a shit excuse is that? You fuckin' live next door."
"Whatever, Caitlyn."
"I don't think you understood. Let me phrase it differently. Go and live next door!"
"What if I don't want to."
"Then I'll...I'll scream! Yeah-yeah I'm committed to it."
"All you're committed to is Owl City."
"His music is cute."
"Cute? I've never heard of it."
"Well yeah no duh. You're a guy."
"So? What's that got to do with it?"
"Ay, help me out here."
"What Cat means is that you're male. The only things a male finds 'cute' are girls."
"Huh, maybe. I'll see you girls later."
"Wait. Aylen, what was that?"
"You're not making any sense Cat."
"Like hell I'm not. Seriously though, what the hell was that?"
"What was what?"
"That!"
"Oh that?"
"Yes that."
"That right then?"
"Yes!"
"Oh that was nothing."
"Oh, but it was something. A pretty damn big something." I really didn't feel it necessary to go and tell Cat that I just might be starting to like her cousin...but then again she was my best friend.
"Oh yeah. Take your damn sweet time making up your mind on whether you should tell your best friend the truth. I'm going home!" Oh damn...she was giving me the eye. The twitchy one-you know? She's only given it to me twice before. That time that I 'accidentally' forgot that she was outside, and I ended up locking her out of the house during a storm, and then there was the time I gave her new lap top so many viruses from reading manga fox that it crashed.
"I'm mad at you." She repeats, but it's not like it's a pressing concept that needed to be voiced. I mean the 'Take your damn sweet time making up your mind on whether you should tell your best friend the truth' kind of implied that she was pissed. And I'm also absolutely positive that she knew what I was thinking, because she scoffed and made a really annoying face.
I watched her stomp through the front door, and I'm guessing she went next door. She's not really the type of person that you confront right then and there. She needs her time to cool off and such. Otherwise she really does start to throw tantrums (she's an only child). It's actually pretty hilarious to watch, just not when it's directed to you...
The next two days passed with little agenda. Collin wasn't the only one missing anymore. It was weird. Brady's mom came over a total convulsing, distraught mess.
"MY BABY! HE'S GONE!"
"It's okay Mrs. Brady's mom-"
"NO! IT' NOT OKAY! GET AWAY, YOU SIMPLE GIRL!" My mouth pretty much hit the floor right then. Who was she calling stupid? I'm not the one who's crying over an eager, lunatic, hormone crazed man-child!
She turned to look at my mom. Her eyes wild with emotion. Oh god...I can't get over the fact that I just said 'wild with emotion'...
"HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS WOO-WEE!" And in my head I say What the fuck is a woo-wee, but I'm to scared to actually ask. She'd probably gag me. It's weird not asking though- I usually always speak my mind.
"HE SLEEPS WITH IT EVERY NIGHT! WHAT IF HE GETS SCARED?" Haa he sleeps with a woo-wee? That's kind of really adorable.
"It's okay Diana. He'll be back soon." Mom said this then motioned me to leave them alone. I did without hesitation. I didn't want to listen to someone pleading for Brady anyways.
Later on I called Cat. It was a little ritual that developed since that one day with the 'pretty damn big something' that she was so paranoid about. Every time she answered she'd go 'I don't want to talk to you, crazy.' or sometimes she'd feel really extraordinarily nice and she'd tell me to 'fuck the hell off. You stupid bitch. So jump off a cliff.' and then she'd hang up on me, and about five minutes after hanging up on me she'd call back and say 'okay your not a stupid bitch so you better not jump of a damn cliff!' and then she'd hang up on me again. So it was getting boring. School was just a pain in the ass. Some how it got around that I broke my butt, and people made a point at asking why I carried a doughnut around. Some others thought they'd be original and they even tried to come up with different scenarios of how it happened. And that's how the birth of La Push's latest pass time came to be.
"I heard Jacob Black was involved."
"Oh shit really? I bet you a million bucks that they were hooking up, and he pounded in so har-" EWE! I DIDN'T WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS ANYMORE! Just...NO! Those were how the perverted guys thought it fun to believe...
According to the gut wrenching feeling I got every time I heard one of the nasty rumors, I was really starting to miss the guys...
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