It Was All Sympathy and Simple Words of Nothingness
Fourteen.
"Josie, wake up!" Lydia yelled at me, smacking my ass.
"What the fuck, Lyd?" I asked and swatted her away.
"You have a whining British boy in your kitchen and your phone is going off," she said and handed the phone to me. "Its mom and dad."
I groaned, but answered. "Hello?"
"Josie! How are you?" My mom smiled into the phone.
"I'm fine, ma. How're you?" I asked and sat up, rubbing my neck.
"Me and your pa are doing fine. We wanted to come see you and Lydia in a few weeks," she said.
"What dates?" I asked.
"The eigteenth through the twenty-second," she said.
"And today is?" I asked.
"Josie! I'm fuckin' hungry! Come make me food!" Ben yelled like a little kid.
"Who was that?" My mom asked, laughing.
"My neighbor's band mate," I grumbled.
"You're not getting into trouble, are you?" She demanded.
"No, ma. He's just a lazy piece of shit," I laughed and walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, then. Where's the girls?" She asked.
"Next door. But, call me later ma. I gotta go, I love you," I said.
"I love you too," and we hung up.
"Finally! Make me food!" Ben yelled and hopped onto the counter.
"Ben, grab a God damn bowl and make cereal or go next door," I said and grabbed the milk for him.
Ben's jaw dropped. "That's so fuckin' mean!"
I smirked.
Mowglie and Jess came home at about one later that day.
"Are you chill now?" Jess asked.
"Yes," I said and swallowed the last drop of my Mt. Dew.
"Good. What crawled up your ass?" Mowglie asked.
"Danny did. He pissed me off beyond belief," I muttered.
"I know. I hit him for you," Jess smiled.
"Good," I smirked.
We sat around all day and talked shit on everything. It was what we did when we were bored.
And its how we spent the night, into the morning.
"What the fuck, Lyd?" I asked and swatted her away.
"You have a whining British boy in your kitchen and your phone is going off," she said and handed the phone to me. "Its mom and dad."
I groaned, but answered. "Hello?"
"Josie! How are you?" My mom smiled into the phone.
"I'm fine, ma. How're you?" I asked and sat up, rubbing my neck.
"Me and your pa are doing fine. We wanted to come see you and Lydia in a few weeks," she said.
"What dates?" I asked.
"The eigteenth through the twenty-second," she said.
"And today is?" I asked.
"Josie! I'm fuckin' hungry! Come make me food!" Ben yelled like a little kid.
"Who was that?" My mom asked, laughing.
"My neighbor's band mate," I grumbled.
"You're not getting into trouble, are you?" She demanded.
"No, ma. He's just a lazy piece of shit," I laughed and walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, then. Where's the girls?" She asked.
"Next door. But, call me later ma. I gotta go, I love you," I said.
"I love you too," and we hung up.
"Finally! Make me food!" Ben yelled and hopped onto the counter.
"Ben, grab a God damn bowl and make cereal or go next door," I said and grabbed the milk for him.
Ben's jaw dropped. "That's so fuckin' mean!"
I smirked.
Mowglie and Jess came home at about one later that day.
"Are you chill now?" Jess asked.
"Yes," I said and swallowed the last drop of my Mt. Dew.
"Good. What crawled up your ass?" Mowglie asked.
"Danny did. He pissed me off beyond belief," I muttered.
"I know. I hit him for you," Jess smiled.
"Good," I smirked.
We sat around all day and talked shit on everything. It was what we did when we were bored.
And its how we spent the night, into the morning.