Chapter 4

I Meet Two New Friends

*Kaitlyn*

Finally! Dinner was over. Mom and Dad stood up to say their goodbyes, and I knew it wouldn't be fun. I gave them a little half wave, thinking They just want to leave ASAP so they don't have to deal with us any longer. Jamie broke down and I left for my room, her cries still audible. The room needed serious redecorating, but that would soon be the least of my problems. I sat on the floor and stared at the pale blue walls. You can go comfort her. You can make her stop crying. I knew I could, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. She needed to realize that are parents were always going to leave. Eventually Macie brought Jamie in. I gave her a steely look as she hugged her goodnight. I said goodnight to Mathew who said nothing, and then I tucked Jamie in. Her dirty blonde hair was sprawled across the pillow and her light blue eyes fluttered shut.

"Goodnight Jamie," I whispered.

"Night Kaitlyn," she murmured, already half asleep. I put on my old worn out Coca-Cola T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts. I stumbled into wondering if I'd be able to sleep. It turned out that falling asleep wasn't the problem, it was staying asleep.

Around midnight I heard a weird noise that I thought was Mathew getting up. I wanted to talk to him and make sure he went back to sleep. I threw my covers off and snuck out of the room to the top of the stairs. To my surprise, Macie was also there.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at me.

"I could ask you the same question, couldn't I?"

"Well with your big attitude, I don't think you care about what I'm doing," she commented. Well, someone's feeling snarky!

"Whatever," I said dismissively. "It doesn't matter."

"Why are you so angry all the time? Your sister was crying and you didn't do anything!" I rolled my eyes but the comment still stung.

"Shut up! You don't know me anymore Macie," I snapped. I did not want to hear her complaints about me.

CRASH!

We both jumped at the sound. We crept downstairs and into the living room. There were two figures, a boy and a girl. The only light was dim and from the windows. The couch was turned over and was blocking their view of us. Who would tip somebody's couch over? Their backs were turned and they were whispering about something. We moved up to where we were right behind the overturned couch.

"Can I borrow your shoe?" I asked Macie, my voice barely above a whisper. She looked at me quizzically and reluctantly gave me her shoe. It was just slipper but it didn't matter. I had a plan. Now that were closer I could make out their conversation.

". . . accident!" the boy said apologetically.

"You always mess everything up!" the girl said angrily, her voice rising.

"Oh, just shut up!" the boy said, this time with anger, adding an Irish accent to his voice.

"Felix! You're going to wake someone up! Let's get out of here."

Without warning I popped up behind the couch holding Macie's slipper like a shot put. "Looks like we beat you to the punch!" I yelled. I chucked the shoe at them and it hit the boy square in the face. He stumbled backwards from mostly shock, hit the coffee table, and fell on his butt.

"Ow!" he said. Macie and I walked out from behind the couch.

"What are you doing in my house?" Macie demanded, her arms crossed at her chest.

"None of your business!" the boy said as his partner shook her head, obviously displeased. His response must've been the wrong one.

"It is our business! You're in our house!" I told the boy defiantly, putting my hands on my hips. I decided it would be too much of a hassle to explain that it wasn't my house at all and I was here against my will.

"I'm really sorry," the girl said, trying to make amends. "My name's Emma and this idiot is Felix. It was an accident-," she tried to continue but Macie cut her off.

"Accident? How do you accidentally break into someone's house? And why did you flip my couch over?" Macie was beside herself. I had to admit I'd never seen her like that before.

"That is classified," said Felix, smirking like he was better than me. Nobody does that to me.

"Okay, you know what?" I said stepping closer, so I was right in front of him. Then Emma jumped in.

"Alright let's not fight. Listen, I'm really sorry, but our reasons are confidential. All I can say is that it really was an accident." She sounded genuine, but I wanted a real answer. They're both getting shoes in the face if that's all they can give me.