City Gurl

Chapter Twenty-Two

"We're home!!" yells my mom as she and Dad barge through the apartment door. I quickly shut off my iPod and shove it in my pocket.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." I say.

"Look what we brought for dinner!" Dad cries, holding up a plastic bag. "Chinese!"

"Yumm!!" I squeal. We never get Chinese.

"Yup, very 'yum,'" Mom sighs. "But this is the only time for a long, long time."

"Ugh, Mom!"

Keith comes charging in and falls on the couch behind me.

"HI!!" he screams. "DO I SMELL CHINESE FOOD????!!!"

"Yes, yes you do," Dad says, looking pleased. "But don't scream. You're gonna bust my eardrums."

"AHHHHHH!!!" Keith screams.

My Dad puts the bag in the kitchen and goes to take off his coat. "You guys can eat now."

I run to the kitchen and tear open the bag. Lo mein! YESSSS!!! I snag the plastic container with the delicious-smelling noodles and shrimp. (A/N: shrimp lo mein is the BEST!!)

Keith saunters in and shoves his head in the bag. He lets out a sound of surprise and withdraws a giant container of 30 pieces of California Rolls.

"Awesome!!" Keith yells.

"You're not really gonna eat all that, right?" I ask, making a disgusted face.

"Um, DUH!! Of course I am!!"

"Keith!" Mom shouts. "You're not eating all that. I'm eating some, mind you."

"Aww, mom!" Keith moans. "But I'm HUNGRY!!!!!!" I then see a flash of something in his eyes. What is it? I don't give a shit about Keith, so I ignore it.

"So starve! What would we care?" I sneer. Ha.

"Evelyn, stay out of this."

I shrug and grab a fork and napkin. Then I carefully open the container and a billow of steam comes out. I dig in hungrily.

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After dinner, I wander down to the lobby pointlessly. Bernie is reading another Teen Vogue. Why does he choose such, er, FEMININE magazines?

"Hi," I greet, waving. "How's everything?"

"Good," he answers absently.

I nod and head over to the bar door and peek in.

It is shabby, as I expected, with a young bartender at about 25 years old with shoulder-length auburn hair making out with some blonde-haired dude who has, like, seven beer bottles in front of him. He's obviously drunk.

I roll my eyes. I hate drunk people. They deserve to rot in hell. Why would you just LOSE it like that? I mean, really.

I watch as the dude and the bartender lady make out some more and gasp in surprise as they fall over the counter and onto the floor, but they somehow don't notice. Drunk. Blah.

The guy grinds himself onto the lady and wraps his hands around her head. Talk about EWWWW. She tangles her legs with his and hugs his neck.

I try to break my gaze away and go back to my room, but I can't. Why can't I? I don't want to watch this; it is sick.

But somehow I can't go away. Instead, I do something far worse. I go into the fucking bar. I GO IN.

When I open the door and take a step into the dirty place, the couple breaks apart and turns to look at me. Then I realize two horrible things.

1) The bartender is not a girl. He's a guy.

2) The other guy is Keith.

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Ewwww. Gay people freak me out. Yo, gay people aren't EVIL or anything, they just, uhh, disturb me. No offense, gay and lesbian people in the world.

And Keith! Ooh, he's in trouble!!!! Hehehe. Ok, I have no idea WHY THE FUCK I wrote this stupid chapter, but c'mon!! I WAS FUCKING BORED.

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