Hey everyone! I've updated a bit. But...I left out chap 4...dont ask why lmao
J'adore;
Paris
Chapter 1
Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter Woman!
Tuesday June 13th 2:21 PM
I'm sitting here watching someone streak across the halls with London (as in London is sitting next to me not as in that kid is streaking with London) Every year on the last day of school there is always a freshman that decides to streak through the halls as a final farewell. Our school is set up weird so we have 8th and 9th graders in the Jr. High and then 10th-12th at the high school. So I guess they figure that they can't get in any trouble on the last day at this school…Only 9 minutes left of the school year!!! …And that kid has a very white butt…
I know, didn't he?
I know, it practically hurt to look at!
It was sort of like looking into the sun…
Ya, like looking into the sun…Okay back to the ranch now…
"Bye John!!!" I yelled at the streaker. Isn't it sad that I know people even when they’re heads are covered in bags and they’re streaking through the halls?
And then just as John turned around to wave, he smacked into a pole and off went the bell!!!!!! Free at last!!! SUMMER HERE WE ARE!!!
We stepped out the doors into freedom with the sun shining and the angels singing the Alleluia Chorus-
Don't lie to them London, it was raining and we had to walk home. London just moved into a new duplex a couple of blocks from school. Our plan was to walk to Starbucks and then go to her new place to paint flower stencils in her room. We walked home in silence, but only for a moment because London rarely stops talking.
“Paris?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re high schoolers.”
“Yup, we’re high schoolers.”
“I'm a sophomore."
“Yup you're a sophomore.”
“You're a loser freshman.”
“Yup, I'm a- Hey!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yup…I'm a freshman.”
Then after we let it soak in for a moment, we both started screaming and jumping up and down like two idiots until London jumped too high, fell off the curb, and a car honked at her.
2:46PM At Starbucks
As we walked into Starbucks Mr. Caffeine Personality Man promptly greeted us. He is always smiling and if you didn't know any better you would think he was either gay or hitting on you. But I know it's just the coffee. I know. I get that way. You would to if you worked at Starbucks, but I don't work there so I just go there all the time.
“Hi girls! Enjoying summer yet?!?!” Mr. CPM asked beaming at us.
“Pretty well, you?” I asked as London drooled at the muffins.
“It's goin pretty good, you ladies want your usual?” he asked flipping his brown hair out of his eyes.
“Sure thanks. And umm, throw in a muffin too.” he's kinda hottish…brown long hair and amber eyes…very tan too.
“PARIS!!!!” I shouted at her. She gets all spaced out when she's thinking about how cute a guy is. In other word she is pretty much always a space cadet.
“WHAT???” I shouted back at her.
“You need to step away now. The next person needs to order honey.” I said sweetly to her.
“Shut up London.”
2:49PM Sitting in our chairs.
Paris and I took a seat in our favorite chairs. “Paris, do you realize that we have been coming to this Starbucks for 3 years now?”
“Ya, I remember that you got me hooked on coffee in 7th grade and that's why I'm still short.”
“Okay, I am six foot and I have been drinking coffee since 3rd grade! I am living proof!”
“Okay, Okay, Okay, I won't blame my shortness on you. Ya, we have a lot of memories in these chairs. They still have our initials on them from that sharpie of yours…”
“Yup, Paris Owens and London Elliot, PO and LE.” I said fondly remembering that fateful day when Paris and I scratched our initials into the big plaid green chairs…
“London, do you realize that our initials spell pole…”
“Ya, is that bad?”
“Well it just kinda makes me think of us as pole dancers…”
“Get your mind out of the gutter woman!”
3:28PM Walking into London's house.
Walking in to a jungle of moving boxes, we had to fight our way into the kitchen to find my mom Donna, (although Paris calls her mom now) forcing some "German" dish down my little brother Ben’s throat. Poor Ben is this tall, scrawny, little skater kid who hasn't quite grown into his teeth yet. He's got long blond hair that falls into his eyes, and cuts and scrapes all up his knobby knees from crashing so much on his skateboard. Paris is convinced that he will grow up to be a hottie…sure…whatever. I pushed another box aside. We haven't completely unpacked yet; my room at the moment consists of a mattress and a lamp…and various Twinkie wrappers scattered around…I heard some yelling coming from the bathroom and yup here comes my Nana storming down the hall yelling about some national epidemic. Don't care.
“Hi Nana, hi mom, hi Ben.” I said without enthusiasm as we walked through.
“Hello London, hi Paris, I laid out some sheets in your room for the paint. Please be careful not to spill it everywhere.” said mom still trying to force food into Ben's mouth.
“And make sure not to inhale too many fumes from the paint! There's this disease that you can catch from it that turns your brains into mush and makes people go cra…”we are forever hearing about diseases, epidemics, and Rush Limbaugh from Nana. Don't get me wrong Rush Limbaugh is a great guy, but I think I know about 1 million quotes from him. Everyone calls London's grandma Nana. Nana is just everybody's grandma. She has the grandma look, the poofed dyed chestnut brown hairdo, laugh lines and smile creases around her eyes that get magnified 50X their size when she puts on her glasses, and of course the signature grandma sweaters that are always draped around her plump figure, but most of all the lectures about how in "her day" young ladies didn't wear that short of skirts.
As we walked into London's room, which was oddly enough the exact, same green as my room with the exact same pink bedding from Seventeen magazine, we were greeted by Bob putting child proofs on the light sockets…
Haha, it's a funny story…
Yes London so why don't you tell them…
Well I decided when I was little to stick a key in the socket. End of story, the end.
She's lying. She thought there were birds in the socket and she was trying to get them out with a key, only instead of birds she got thousands of watts of electricity. The legend goes that her hair is frizzy because of that fateful day. But back to the ranch…
“Oh hi Bob.” I said as I entered my room to find him bent over my light socket. (Bob is my grandpa, but when I was little I heard my grandma yelling, "Bob what are you doing" so many times I thought his name was Bobwhatareyoudoing, so over the years we shrunk it down to Bob.)
“Oh, hi London, hi Paris, what are you girls up to?” said Bob momentarily looking up from his work.
“A sleepover.” I replied.
“Who's all coming?” he asked in his muffled deep grandfather voice.
“Just me Paris, Mandy, and Karisa.”
“Well I'm all done here, have fun girls.” he said standing and leaving the room.
“So…what's the plan for tonight?” I asked plopping down on her bed.
“Um the same as every sleep over…get launched and wake up and ask what the hell I did.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yep.”
“Don't we have to paint your room first?”
“Ya, lets start it.”
3:45 PM starting to paint
Now that we've got all the paint, stencils, and brushes out it's time to start painting. We're painting little flowers on London's walls.
“So what are we gonna do this summer?” I asked thoughtfully.
“Well I'm going to Florida for two weeks on the 15th and then I get back on the 30th…Will you survive a whole 16 days without me??” I said dipping my brush into the pink.
“I'll find a way.” I retorted sarcastically.
“Just think of it this way, while you're in Yakima, Washington, I'll be in San Destin, Florida soaking up the sun and hot shirtless guys…does that make you feel better?” I said painting on my flower as “Dani California” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers (the best band ever) started to play in the background.
“Shut up.” I said dipping my brush in the blue and smacking her in the nose with it so that it left a blue splatter across her face.
I shrieked and dipped my brush in the yellow and painted a stripe down her face. And soon little splatters of pink, blue and orange were flying everywhere. Before we knew it the sheets of plastic we had laid out had paint all over them, and so did my jeans and pretty much everywhere else on me.
“Hmm…those are good colors on you Paris.”
“Yup, you too!” I said laughing.
“Come on let's go hose off in the front.” I said as I opened the door to my room. We entered the kitchen attempting to be very quiet to avoid the horrified reaction that was sure to come from mom, but she of course was standing right there in the doorway mixing a batch of brownies that she promptly dropped when she saw us.
“London Amy Elliot! What on earth happened to you!?” she asked in horror staring at my paint splattered face, clothes, and hair.
“Ummm…er…we uhh…we well we…uhhh…fell…we fell mom, bye!” I stammered and rushed out the door dragging Paris behind me.
Once we finally got outside I went behind the bush and twisted the knob to the hose. Only, seeing as we just moved in I wasn't aware that the water didn't come out right away. So I kept turning it and turning it and nothing happened. But when something finally did happen it was on full blast and began coming out of the hose full force spraying everywhere.
“LONDON YOU IDIOT!!!!!!” I screamed at her as the hose was waving wildly over my head spraying water full force everywhere. She rushed around from the bush and we stood there hopping around like idiots trying to catch the hose. Then all of a sudden the water stopped. I looked over by the bush and there was this Mexican guy about our age standing there with the hose kinked in his hand. Then he reached over and turned off the hose. Duh. Why hadn't I thought of that? He was tall, a little bit taller than London. He had deep hazel eyes kind of like coffee and brown long curly hair that fell across his eyes. He also had a birthmark on his right cheek…kinda sexy…He had nice arms too; I always like a guy with nice arms… “OW!!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?” I shrieked as London slapped me in the back of the head.
“You got spaced out again hon.” I said to her. Lord will she ever learn?
The Mexican God was still looking at us, and we-
Do you know why he's so good looking?
You're interrupting me Pa-
It's because he's Mexican. We get all the good looks.
You're only half! You're white too! You don't coun-
So! That just means I get the good genes from both sides.
Paris?
What?
Shut up. So like I was saying. The Mexican god was still looking at us. We just looked at each other. Looking and gaping. Like three gaping…things that gape…and then he said to me with a very serious look on his face:
“Are you a virgin?”
What the hell.
“Um yes.”
“You're a liar.”
“What…ok goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I just looked at him one more time and then we went inside. And that was the last time we saw the Mexican kid…Okay, I'm just trying to be dramatic. The truth is that Mexican kid had an impact on this story…But you’re just gonna have to read on to find out about that.
5:32PM Waiting for Mandy
That Mexican God decided to walk right in to my house with us. He didn't even ask if he could even come in, no, he just waltzed right in to my house and I didn't know it! I didn't even know this kid's name. So imagine my surprise when my mom saw him and asked who's your friend. I stood there and gaped, again like a retarded goldfish. I had no clue who he was.
“Oh, sorry, I'm Charlie, I live just up the street.” the Mexican god said.
Then my mom screamed at us for being soaked and spilling paint. Just then Mandy saved our lives and rang the doorbell stopping mom’s yelling only temporarily though. We retreated quickly to my room. Charlie followed. We all crashed on my bed. “So who are you?” Mandy asked looking at us like thanks for introducing me guys.
“Hey, I'm Charlie.” he said to Mandy grinning at her.
“Charlie??? Charlie Fernandez! Oh my god! Charlie!!!! Remember me?” shrieked Mandy. “We used to be neighbors back in the Cornerstone Apartments!” she said squealing with delight at remembering him.
“Mandy!!!!!!!!!!! Ya wow hi!” he said shaking his hair out of his eyes.
“Me and this kid were like best friends when we here little.” Mandy said turning back to Paris and me.
So Paris and I were just at a total loss and still didn't even know this kid, but Mandy and he were sitting, talking a mile a minute, and hugging on MY bed when my mom walked in the door. Uh oh, busted. She took one look at him on MY bed hugging MY friend in HER house and immediately thought we were all sleeping together. Nice, eh?
“London, you know what I've said about you sitting on that bed.” Mom said with a tiny little frown on her thin face. The frown lines and worry lines were permanently glued on her face. Every night she watches America's Most Wanted and then looks for those faces in all the cars when we go anywhere.
“Sorry mom, we'll go outside.” I said pulling Paris, Mandy and now Charlie behind me to avoid the lecture.
“So, Charlie, I think we should have a proper introduction here.” I said smiling at him. “I'm Paris.” I said brushing a strand of my dark brown hair out of my matching deep brown eyes.
“I'm Charlie.” he said smiling sexily down at me and reaching out to grab my hand. I took it and shook it. His skin is so much darker than mine. Goshdangit I'm white for a Mexican. I would have held it for longer but London had to introduce herself too…
Hey come on, he's not just yours you whore.
I never said he was.
Back to the ranch here. “Hey, I'm London.” I said flipping my blonde curly hair over my shoulder.
“Hey London.” he said smiling and shaking my hand.
“And you know me!” Mandy said beaming.
“Yup, you look so different. Of course I haven't seen you since you wore pigtails…” he said with a laugh.
“Those pigtails were hot!” Mandy said shoving him playfully.
“So Charlie," I said sitting down on the steps to London's back porch, "What grade are you going into?”
“I'm going to be a sophomore at West Valley.” he said sitting down between London and me.
“Did you go there last year?” I said cutting Paris off. Hey, she can share!
“Nah, this is gonna be my first year going there. I went to a different district for a while but it didn't work out, so now I'm going to West Valley.” he said turning to look at me now.
“Awesome. Maybe we'll have classes together!” I said excitedly.
“GIRLS!!!!!! DINNER!!” Mom screamed at us from the front.
“Well Charlie," I said smiling at him one last time, “It was nice meeting you, but we have to go now before we're murdered.”
“Yeah, later.” I said in agreement.
He smiled, waved goodbye and then picked up his skateboard he had left on the side of the house and rode off up to his house.
5:53 PM at the dinner table.
As the awkward silence hung over the table like a nasty peanut butter fog between me, mom, Paris, Mandy, and Ben (Bob and Nana had left) all that could be heard was the clunk and clatter of forks and knives trying to tear apart the "German Dish" that had been test driven by Ben only hours before this. He didn't look pleased to see it a second time.
“London, who was that boy in your room?” Mom asked me glancing up from her dish with an accusing look on her face.
“He lives up the street, and he used to live by Mandy.” I said truthfully for once.
“Does he go to your school?” she asked quizzically.
“Umm, yeah he's going to this year.” Why is it that she has to know every detail about everyone I bring over? I always get the whole spiel about what-do-his-parents-do-and-is-he-safe-to-hang-around-you thing. I swear. Do I look like the type to hang out with drug dealers??? Don't answer that one.
“Yeah mom, we thought it would be a good idea to kinda show him around town since he's new and all.” I said trying to put on my best fake Pageant-Girl type smile. I've done pageants for 3 years now. The fake “Pageant-Girl” smile really comes in handy sometimes…
“Yes, I suppose that's a good idea.” she said not sounding convinced.
Meanwhile, Mandy was sitting there very quietly. I couldn't figure out why until I saw her sneaking bits of the “German Dish” into her napkin in her lap. I think London noticed to because she shot me a look that looked like she was keeping in the laughter. But I think mom was starting to notice so London quickly diverted her attention by changing the subject.
“So, umm mom. Have you seen my room yet?” she asked.
“Oh, yes I saw it…its nice.” she said unenthusiastically.
“Just nice?” I asked still trying to divert her eyes from Mandy's steadily growing pile of food.
“Well, the flowers are nice but I think it would have been better to leave it just green. The flowers make it look more cluttered”-
While London and mom argued about her walls, Mandy quickly shoved the rest of the food into her napkin and quickly and quietly excused herself to the kitchen where she could force it down the disposal. I took this as an opportunity to follow her while the bickering heated up at the table. Soon after London followed cleaning off her dish as well. Just then the doorbell rang and in came Karisa. Karisa is kinda like the sister that you're forced to hang out with, but deep down you love her. She's just so different from us! She's very Christian. She's like a mini mother. It's depressing really. But London and me are working on her. Were desperately trying to make her into a normal teenage girl. You know the kind that stay out late, lie, make out with guys, go to parties, and have fun! We are such good influences.
Yes, regular guardian angels. Anyhow for the second time in this monumental night the doorbell rang, saving my life. Once again.
“Hey! What's up?” I asked opening the door to see Karisa standing there with her sleeping bag and bible tucked under her arm.
“Hmm…not too much, oh my goodness, I have to tell you about what happened last night at Youth Group, well I was sitting in the front row…”
Ya, and from there my mind went blank. I tuned her out and heard pretty much the same thing Charlie Brown hears when he is talking on the phone to an adult, that famous “blah wa waaaa wa balbla bla wa,” so you get the picture.
“So what do you think London?” asked Paris awakening me from my little space cadet moment.
“That's nice.” I replied. Having no clue what they are talking about.
“Okay…” I said looking at her. She zoned off again. I can tell. I've known her way too long. We headed outside and climbed up on the car. We stayed there for a moment, lying across the hood of the old red pickup.
There are so many fond memories in that car. It's been through so much. It's been beaten, and broken, but for some reason still manages to find the strength from somewhere inside it's little metal heart to take Paris and me to the mall every week or so. Gotta love that car… Even though for some reason you can't play the radio and have the windows rolled down at the same time… and not to mention that the air conditioning doesn't work, and it smells like Ben's feet… but we love it anyways.
Somewhere in the distance “Dani California” was playing. Drifting across the street by a slight breeze overhead. Rare for this hot of a summer. Soon we heard the sound of skateboard wheels. And there came the Charlie. Riding down the street toward us. He is gorgeous…
Snap back into it.
But he is.
Paris. Focus.
“So, are all of you spending the night? Where are you sleeping?” he asked coming to a halt in front of us.
“Why do you want to know?” I asked skeptically.
“Do you want to borrow our tent?” he asked.
“Yeah sure!” I said, I half way expect him to go home and bring back a drawing of a tent or something stupid…That sounds like a guyish thing to do. Or maybe just a Charlie thing to do. He turned and rode off to his house. When he came out he had a little bundle perched on his shoulder. He rode down and handed it to me. No way could this be a tent! It was the size of a pillowcase!
“How many does it hold?” I asked looking at him.
“Um…one.” he said.
“And you expect all four of us to sleep in here?” I asked sarcastically.
“No, all five.” he said grinning like the smart ass he is.
“Huh?” I asked lost.
“Well, you don't expect me to sleep outside do you?” he asked still grinning.
“Okay,” I said laughing. “We’ll all be cozy.” When did we decide he was staying? Soon we heard the thunder of more skateboard wheels and Ben came riding down the street with his friend Travis. Travis is a creepy kid. In my opinion.
“Hey come on let's go set it up!” I said, pulling Charlie after me to the backyard. We walked behind London's house and laid out the tent. It was only about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide. No way all of us could fit in that. Charlie, trying to be all manly, decided to set up the tent himself. When he finally got it set up it was only 3 feet high. He climbed in the tent and the rest of us followed. It was boiling inside! The sun was beating down on it, and the already 97 degrees was turning into about 105. I climbed inside and Mandy followed after me; she sat down on my foot and I shrieked. She adjusted but just ended up crushing London's hand. London moved and fell on top of Charlie. Outside Karisa was just watching us like we were idiots. Which we are. After the four of us got comfortable, Ben and Travis came running around the back and threw themselves inside on top of all of us. There was a lot more shoving with the added elbow to the face here and there and we finally all got comfortable. With Karisa still watching, shaking her head in disagreement.
Yes, watching us like a foreign horror movie. With Arnold Swchwartzenager in tights. It doesn't paint a lovely picture. I pulled my hand out from underneath someone's butt and took Mandy's camera out of her pocket.
“Okay everybody get together!” I said starting to randomly snap pictures every which way. But instead I just ended up getting a really great picture of Mandy's eye instead. She has the bluest Barbie eyes. So I started trying to take pictures of my eye. But instead I ended up poking myself in the eye. My eye started gushing water and my mascara ran all over my face. I exited the tent and attempting to jump with the grace of a flamingo through my window, but instead tripped, fell, and flopped like a fish on the bricks beneath my window. It hurt. I think I've broken my butt bone.
You don't have a butt bone. It's a tailbone.
I don't have a tail.
I know that, but that's the name for it.
Since when? Did we have tails at the beginning of time or something? Did Adam and Eve have tails? Why don't I have a tail? Did they swing through trees and eat with their toes too? Is that why some people are super hairy? No I think not…
Okay…So a couple of minute's later London emerged, her eye still red but much better, with some purple and black eyeliner in her hand.
“Hey Charlie,” I said re-entering the tent which is really more like a sleeping bag with a roof, but I can't complain. “Can I put eyeliner on you?” I asked with my best imitation of Paris' Pageant Smile.
“No.” he said flatly.
“Please!!!” I said trying my best to kneel in front of him begging, but there wasn't really enough room to so I just kinda hunched over in a strange position in what I hope was a pleading kind of way…
“No.” he said not budging.
“Why not Charlie?” I asked. I personally think it would be funny to watch London put eyeliner on him.
"Because I said so." he said. As though that was the end of the argument. He doesn't know us well yet.
“Come on you loser do it!” Mandy said nudging him.
This went on for about 10 minutes before he finally cracked. But he didn't look happy.
7:36 PM In the tent
I'm sitting here watching London put eyeliner on Charlie. Weird. I'm waiting for her to poke him in the eye.
“Don't mess up London.” Mandy said. “Don't mess up. Just don't mess up, don't poke him in the eye. You might give him a disease like that. Just don't mess up. Did you hear me London? DON'T SCREW UP!”
“SHUT UP!” I finally yelled.
“Okay, geez just reminding you!” she said acting innocent. I know she was trying to annoy me. When I finally finished, half of my eyeliner was gone, but it looked amazingly good.
Well, the eyeliner was good. But I just don't think it was very him.
Why?
He's not Emo.
So, it looked cool. If you didn't know him you would think he was!
No not really.
Whatever. You're hopeless.
I ran back inside to grab some gel. I had the sudden urge to be a beautician for the night. Karisa was still on the porch reading her book.
I looked at Charlie. I REALLY wanted to wipe that eyeliner off of him. He looked creepy. Ben and Travis were somewhere off in the front skateboarding. Mandy had followed Kate inside. I was alone in the tent with Charlie. Slightly awkward. I don't know why.
“You so owe me for this.” he said shaking his head and smiling.
“Why me?” I asked up at his coffee colored eyes.
“Because you're letting her do this to me.” he said as if this was my fault.
“You're not resisting!” I retorted back.
“Yeah I know, I just want you to owe me that's all.” he stated bluntly.
“Gee thanks.” I said shoving him playfully.
London came back into the tent with Mandy. They had gel in their hands and began rubbing it all over his hair. Ruining it.
Well I think it looked awesome and Emo guys are FREAKING GEORGOUS so… yep…
I smothered his long curls in to what sort of looked like a Mohawk. I think it looked really cool but I could tell Paris was fuming. She was resisting her urge to attack his face and wipe off my wonderful work of art. He was warming up to it, I could tell he thought it looked good and he was enjoying being the center of attention. It all worked out.
I wanted to kill London. It was killing me, I hated it. He looked like one of those crazy rock stars with all the eyeliner that just scream in the microphone, but for some weird reason London loves those sort of people. Sometimes I wonder about her.
“Cool.” he said looking at himself in my compact mirror.
I wanted to jump up and down in excitement on how great it looked. But there was no room in the tent/sleeping bag with a roof.
But I had to have my way so we went into the bathroom and washed it all off.
Paris just washed away my art. I want to cry.
8:08 at Rosauers
We all seem to love running through the isles of Rosauers. They all know us there. I just moved into the duplex a week ago but I'm already a part of the Rosauers family. We mindlessly walked down our favorite isle, the energy-drink/beer isle. We bought about ten of our favorite drinks in the whole world, Rockstars. They are a magical drink. I drink one and its like I'm drunk. I dance. I sing. It's amazing. The only catch is I have no memory of that night. Sometimes that can be a little frightening.
When London is “launched”(our code for being energy drink buzzed) she is so funny, it's like she is a different person, and she's the entertainment.
We paid and left. We walked down the road to London's house. Her casa. Mom was up the road with the creepy neighbor Terry. He invited her to dinner at his house. But they’re just “friends”. Right. But, the up is that Terry has two very hot sons…hmmm…I think I shall have to investigate…
Karisa had stayed home during our trip. As we were walking in, Charlie asked,
“Who is that girl who's sitting in the corner reading?”
“Oh, that's Karisa.” I explained. “I've known her since I was little.”
“Oh. Is she like Jesus happy?” he asked.
“Uhh, if you mean really Christianish yes.” I stated.
“Yeah, but be nice to her you'll creep her out if you start acting perverted around her.” I looked over at London. She had a mischievous look on her face. She whispered something in his ear. He grinned and walked off to London's room. I followed. I looked at her quizzically. She just shook her said and said:
“Trust me.”
I didn't say anything and walked in and plopped down in my spot on the end of the bed. Charlie climbed onto the bed. Karisa was leaned up against it reading.
“Hey beautiful.” he whispered is a soap opera sexy tone.
I was trying my best not to burst out laughing.
He was practically up on her lap; he stretched his arm around her and placed it on her shoulder. He bent his head down and sniffed her hair.
“Hmm yummy, strawberry.” he whispered. He would make a great actor because he was so serious. Or maybe a stripper. Hmmm…
Then he put his head on her shoulder and stuck his tongue in her ear!!!
SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She freaking bitch slapped him across the face.
Wow.
He was in shock.
She was in rage.
It was incredible.
Paris watched helplessly in horror.
Karisa got up and stormed out of the room. We all stared at each other. Uh-oh. We’re in trouble. I followed her out there. I hoped she wasn't mad.
“Karisa, come back in. Charlie will leave you alone, I promise.” I pleaded.
“No.” she said not looking up from mom's Bible.
“Please, I'm sorry. He's a jerk. But he was just playing around, he didn't mean to make you mad.”
“I'm not mad. I just need to read the Bible for a while.” she stated, still not looking up.
“Why?” I asked.
“I need encouragement.” she said flatly.
“Oh. Okay. Well, umm, I'll be in the room when you want to come back. Uh, have fun.” I stammered and went back to the room.
“How's Karisa?” Mandy asked.
“Reading the bible.” I stated sitting back down next to Charlie.
“Why?” she asked.
“For encouragement.” I replied.
“Oh.” Silence.
“Shit.” Charlie said. “I'm in trouble.”
Chapter 2
Twenty Minutes and 5 Energy Drinks Later.
9:13 PM On the bed.
So I pretty much have no clue how I got here. I'm sitting on my bed playing spin the bottle using my hippie, sticker plastered guitar case and a bottle of hot sauce. It's me, Pairs, Mandy, Travis, (Ben's little skater buddy remember?) Amy (the neighbor), and Charlie. Karisa eventually came back in followed by Ben and Travis. But both Ben and Karisa refuse to play and are sitting on the sidelines watching. I'm so freaking launched. While we were sitting on the bed Amy came by and knocked on the window. We opened it and let her in. Charlie doesn't look happy to see her. She's an ex girlfriend and he still is mad at her. I think it's sad.
I think it's funny. Amy's a slut.
Hey! She could be a very nice person for all you know! Let's not judge.
I've heard stories. She's a slut.
You are going to hell woman.
Don't talk.
So we decided to play spin the bottle. Random eh? The last time we tried to do this, London was so launched that she tried to break a plastic Gatorade bottle over this guy's head. Very funny. But now she's convinced that she's going to “redeem” herself. To bad she won't remember it in the morning.
Yep.
With the Red Hot Chili Peppers playing softly in the background I reached my shaking hand and spun the sacred bottle of “Slap Yo Mamma” hot sauce. The room fell silent as the bottle spun. Just my luck it landed on Charlie. We just sat there for a moment. Then it was kinda like huh? What? Sure? Uh, okay? Only we didn't exactly say that it was more like nod head, shrug shoulders, smooch you get the picture.
My turn now. I reached out and spun the bottle. Not nearly as shaky as London, I don't know if it was the energy drinks and adrenaline or nerves. I don't get nervous over stuff like this. I spun. I got Travis. Great. Wonderful. Happy, Happy Day. He looked happy. I wanted to throw up and wipe the smile off of his face. I leaned across London's hippie guitar and kissed him.
It was more like he attacked her with his lips.
Ew!!! He tastes like shit! Tooth brush please. Amy spun next. She landed on Charlie. Haha!!!! She leaned over and kissed him. You could tell he would rather cut his own toe off.
And eat it too.
Okay London…As soon as Amy turned away he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
Poor guy.
We went a couple of rounds and I decided to put a spin on this! I went to the kitchen and got some ice. I had once played a game where you had to melt ice in the person's mouth that you landed on. That was much harder than a simple peck on the lips. This was getting dull. I brought the ice in on the cup. I set it down on the sacred guitar case next to the sacred “Slap Yo Mama”. I explained the new rule and London spun again.
I spun. It landed. Travis. Please someone give me a toe to eat. But no it didn't work like that. He eagerly grabbed a piece of ice and stuck it his mouth. He leaned over to me. Ewww Ewww Ewww icky I think I puked a little when he stuck the ice in my mouth. Poor kid. So that must have tasted great. My mouth was halfway open and he shoved it in. He started to slobber, it was a living hell. Then the ice started to melt and he was trying to suck up the water so he was making these snorting sounds. It sort of reminded me of like a duck having an asthma attack. The good thing is my mouth went numb half way through. It got worse as the ice got smaller and smaller…use your imagination.
After London was finished, I spun the bottle and it landed on Charlie. Thank you god. Travis snorted the whole time he was doing it to London I felt so bad for her. The whole time this was going on, no one noticed that Ben had the cup of ice and was one by one sucking on the ice and putting them back in the cup. I reached over for the ice and he handed me a piece. I couldn't figure out why it was slimy. I forgot about it and Charlie put it in his mouth. He wasn't completely bad. He didn't snort. That's a good sign. Then all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I shoved the rest of the ice into his mouth. He gagged on it but swallowed it. London shoved the hot sauce under the bed and laid on the guitar case. Mom opened the door. Perfect timing.
“Hi London, I just wanted you to know I was home.” she said looking around at us.
“Okay mom.” I said to quickly.
“I want everyone in bed by 11:00 okay?”
“Okay.” I said still way to quickly.
She looked around at us one more time and then shut the door slowly. We played a couple more rounds. The second time London got Travis again and asked him politely not to snort or slobber so much. I got him one more time too and as soon as he stuck the ice in my mouth I quickly pulled it out, chewed it up, and ate it before anyone realized what I was doing. And the whole time Ben was still sucking on them one by one and putting them in the cup. Very discreetly.
Ok, so after the two times with Travis I spun and landed twice with Charlie. Big difference. Weird. No slobber no snorting. And I wasn't praying for my mouth to go numb. And Travis really tasted like shit. Charlie wasn't painful either.
After our mouths were too numb to feel anymore we decided to play dress up with Charlie and Travis. London got out her suit jacket and Travis put it on. Charlie wore a dog collar and a hot pink Elvis shirt from London's closet. We put eyeliner on them both again and Mandy got out her Camera for the photo opportunity. Karisa was still sitting on the bed looking appalled. They were just changing right in front of us. Do guys feel no shame? Karisa made an excuse about having to baby-sit in the morning and had her dad come get her early. I feel kinda bad. Were so used to it. But she looked like she was going to go to church first chance she got. Then mom yelled at us for letting them dress up in London's nice clothes. She told us to go to bed so we got changed, got some blankets and headed outside. With some awesome pictures.
1:25 AM Outside by the tent
“Catch Paris!” London yelled at me tossing a blanket my way. I caught it and it and laid it on top of my pile. It was freezing and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Brrr! Ben and Travis decided to sleep out with us. Ben lay down at the end, then Travis, Charlie, Me, London, and then Mandy. We all set up our beds. Settled down were quiet for a moment then Mandy said:
“Let's do something guys.” she hopped out of bed and ran out to the front. London followed. I could tell her energy drinks were really kicked in now. She had like five. That's a lot of energy for London. A lot of energy. I followed them out to the front. They were running up and down the street flapping their wings and trying to fly. As London came back down the street she picked up the basketball and shot it. Missing by a mile. She's usually really good at basketball so for her to miss she must be very launched. She just giggled and chased after it. She caught up with it, picked it up and started dancing with it. Then mom came out and yelled for us to shut up and go to sleep. We went back to our bags, settled into them and were quiet for a moment. But as soon as London got the idea that mom was asleep she jumped out of her sleeping bag and said,
“Paris! Were going to get egg rolls! Wanna come?” she asked slightly slurring her words.
“No, I'm okay.” I said perfectly fine in my bed.
“Okaaayyy!!!” she slurred and started doing very wobble kart-wheels with Mandy down the side of the house. I stayed in bed.
“Wow, if you didn't know her any better you really would think she was drunk.” Charlie said to Travis. Travis just nodded
I listened to them talk to each other. I could hear them saying things about me as if I wasn't there. I asked him what they where talking about, Charlie just rolled his eyes. In the distance, London was rolling by behind me down the street in a sleeping bag.
“Travis keeps telling me to ask you out.” he said sounding exasperated.
“Why?” I asked lost.
“Because he likes you.” he stated as though this was simple.
“But…that doesn't make any sense.” I said still lost. “Why would he want that if he likes me? That doesn't make sense…”
“I know.” he said simply.
“You do realize that you guys are going to be sophomores and your still acting like 6th graders right?”
“Ya I know.”
“Why?”
“Because were guys.”
“Right…” I could hear London screaming “DONUTS!” in the distance at the cars. I heard a couple of honks and looked over my shoulder to see her mooning the cars with Mandy. Good God.
“Maybe someday I'll have the balls to ask you out.” Charlie said. Waiting for me to reply back.
I said nothing.
“Ya, but you'll probably just blow me off and tell me your too good for me.” he said still waiting for me to say something.
I was quiet still. Then as if the lord was hearing my silent prayers I heard London scream bloody murder. I looked over my shoulder again and saw her and Mandy running down the street with their pants around their ankles. What goes on in their minds when they're like this?
“Look, I gotta go take care of London.” I said getting up from my sleeping bag. I jogged off toward her leaving Charlie alone in the dark.
3:02 AM Dragging London toward the car.
After I finally got her to the car and got her to put her pants back on I explained to them about my little drama. Mandy settled down enough to listen and give me a little bit of her famous words of wisdom. London just sat there snapping her fingers and singing show tunes. I smacked her and told her to be serious. She started fake crying loudly and slumped against the car like I had killer her. I ignored her.
“Look, just don't stay with him alone so he can't ask you out. Maybe he'll forget about it. He's a guy. He'll probably move on by tomorrow morning.” Mandy said wisely.
“True.” I said over London's moans of agony.
“Don't worry about it. But you could try to flirt less, you'll give him the wrong idea.” Mandy said pulling her blond black tipped hair into a ponytail at the top of her head.
“Ya, you're right.” I agreed and we pulled London back toward the sleeping bags.
3:24 AM laying in our sleeping bags.
We're finally all snuggled up in our sleeping bags. Ben's asleep. Out like a light. All the excitement has worn him out. We just kinda lay there looking up at the stars debating over whether the blinking light moving across the sky was a satellite or a shooting star when we eventually all started to doze off. Travis went first, then Mandy, and then (finally what seemed like eternity) London. Until it was only me and Charlie laying awake. He could tell I was still awake. I didn't look at him. I closed my eyes and pretended to start to doze off.
“Paris, are you awake?” he asked me softly. I didn't respond and he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Hmm?” I said acting drowsy. Although I was wide awake.
“I have to tell you something.” he said while my back was turned to him.
“Hmmm???” I asked sounding sleepy.
“I like you.” he stated waiting for a response. I said nothing. What was I supposed to say? I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't like him.
“I know you're still awake.” he said. Damn he was good. “I know we've just met, but your one of the prettiest, most amazing girls I've ever met. I feel stupid saying that,” he said pausing lik