CHAPTER SIX

Alright, so yeah, I'm a tiny bit of a bitch but honestly? How would you feel if someone got you into trouble with your older brother? Yeah, it didn't look like I was in trouble but when he got home, I had a strong feeling I'd be getting lectured and some form of punishment. How can he do this you might ask. Well, he's Satan.

"I said go away," I called in a singsong voice to the irksome knocking.

"Corey, let me in," I heard Gordie sigh and I rolled my eyes, throwing the magazine I was reading to the floor as I stood. Opening the door, I stood with a hand on my hip.

"What could you possibly want? You have a TV out there."

"Yeah but-."

"Just don't run up the bill with your porno crap." (A/N: even tho I'm pretty sure they couldn't, I just couldn't help but throw in that line lol sorry =P)

"Too late!" Teddy yelled and I rolled my eyes.

"Go figure."

"Can I come in?" Gordie asked and I sighed, opening the door further.

"What'd you want?" I muttered, flopping back down on my bed.

"What happened down at the lake?" he inquired, sitting by my feet, "You passed out."

"Wow, genius, really I had no idea," I answered in a bored tone before looking up from my magazine, "I have issues, so what, it's not like I'm the only one. What makes you think I'll tell you?"

"I want to be your friend," he raised an eyebrow at my snappiness. Wrinkling my nose, I sat up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to tell him.

"If I get freaked out, I hyperventilate," I told, crossing my legs.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, we just recently figured out that Root Beer helps somehow. One of the doctors said it's a physiological thing."

"That'd make sense," he nodded, "What'd you mean by freak out?"

"If I get worked up, like, scared or cry to much or even angry sometimes, I guess, I don't know the whole story," I shrugged.

"How can you not know the whole story?" he chuckled

"Doctors know nothing about it, they have ideas as to why it happens but don't know the truth or whatever. I'm basically figuring it out myself as I go along."

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, so I try to remain indifferent, but doesn't work cause I'm-."

"Passionate."

"Passionate," I repeated smiling, "I like that word. You're a pretty cool kid, Gordie."

"So're the rest of the guys-."

"If I got to know them, yeah I know," I sighed, flopping back.

"How can you fight then?"

"You know, I actually don't know," I laughed, "The whole thing doesn't make sense to me but I'll live I guess. I hope."

"I'm sure you will," he smiled, "Unless you get jumped by Ace, which is highly likely."

"Or unlikely, considering I still have his knife."

"This is true," he grinned, "When're you giving it back?"

"Whenever I can and not get into too much trouble."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yup, maybe I'll plant it on Chris," I mused but his stern look only made me smile, "I'm kidding Gordie, lighten up."

"Chris's my friend."

"Yeah, so I noticed." He rolled his eyes at this but stood, nodding to the door.

"Why don't you come watch TV with us?" he offered and I wrinkled my nose, "Oh c'mon they aren't that bad."

"They probably aren't, I just can't seem to be nice around Chris."

"He's a big boy," Gordie laughed, "He can take care of himself."

"All the same-."

"So you're gonna just hide from him?"

"Excuse me?" I demanded but he shook his head, smiling and walked out. My jaw dropped and next thing I knew, I had chased him out of the room and tackled him to the floor but was tickling him. "What'd you say?"

"Jesus!" he screeched, "Stop."

"Not till you take it back," I grinned, he tried to grab my hands but I was too quick for him. Suddenly, someone picked me up off of him and I started thrashing. "Get offa me!" It was too late; Gordie had already run off and was behind the sofa. Turing, I saw Chris smirking and glared at him. "You ruined it."

"Ruined what?" he laughed.

"My fun."

"You aren't supposed to be rough-."

"Oh go screw," I muttered, heading back to my room but someone grabbed my waist and threw me on the couch. I was between Teddy and Chris; neither would let me leave.

"How're we supposed to watch you if you're not in here," Chris laughed and I sighed, folding my arms stubbornly.

"You're both jerks," I grumbled but they only grinned. It's quite sad that I actually became friends with these meatheads.

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A/N: So....I feel like an idiot.....I could have SWORN I posted this chapter!! But i guess i didn't....uhm, I've started writing this one and The Angel of Change again...as of tonight but I don't know how far it'll go...hm...regardless, i hope you this one and maybe i'll post a chapter for each...hopefully....maybe....I dunno.....

And for those of you reading my Newsies stories and wondering why the hell I'm not posting for those...well, I've started one, in the process of editing Storm, and have another one called The Defiant but I don't know how they will go over...I might post them...but I dunno.

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