Life with the Delinquent

Chapter Four - Party Time

As soon as I parked the car Dimitry was out and getting his bags out of the back seat. By the time I got a foot out of my door, he was already in the house.

            “No, I wouldn’t like any help. Thank you for asking.” I mumble to my self pulling all of my two hundred bags out of the back seat.

            After lugging all of my bags up to my room, I took all my clothes out and laid them on my bed. All in all I had seven new pairs of skinny jeans, probably thirty new shirts, a few new bras and panties, 6 new belts, and got knows how many accessories.

            As soon as I finished putting all my new clothes away, my dad called me and Dimitry down stairs. I hurried my way down the stairs to see what he wanted.

            “Kids, I’m going to work all night and probably wont be home until noon tomorrow. Is that going  to be a problem?” Dad asked us.

            I looked straight at Dimitry and said yes. Meanwhile Dimitry said “No, no problem at all.” With that oh so famous smirk of his. 

            I could already see what was going through his head, party party party.

Uh oh, this is going to be bad. “Dad, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” I said trying to reason with the old man before he came home to his house ruined.

            “Don’t be silly Scarlet. You and Dimitry are both 17, you guys are perfectly able to take care of your self for one night. But if you are really uneasy about it, you can stay at Mariah’s for the night.” He said trying to reason with me.

            “Whatever I’ll call her and make sure I can go over.” I said grabbing my cell and sending a text to Mariah.

To: Mimi

            Hey, can I come over tonight? Dad’s going out and I don’t want to stay home with douche face.

                        XxX

            Sent. God help me if she cant let me come over. I’ll probably die. I wont let a party go on in my house. I know that I said I’m not going to be a goodie goodie anymore, but I don’t want my house trashed!

            Buzz Buzz Buzz

From: Mimi

            Yeah, you can come, but make sure you bring chocolate. If you don’t, you aren’t coming inside.

            “Hey Dad!” I scream down the stares to him in the kitchen.

            “Yeah?”

            “Do we have any chocolate?”

            “Mariah cravings?” Dad asked already knowing the answer.

            “Yup!”

            “Yeah, we got a six pack of candy bars and some moose tracks ice cream. Take it with you.”

            “Thanks Dad!” I screamed back.

            Ever since me and Mariah became friends, my family has gotten used to Mariah’s weird food cravings. She’s always hungry, but she’s skinny as a stick. Ever since we were little she would always be craving something, and if she asked you for it, and you didn’t give it to her, you were the devil.

            Texting her that I would be over in like two hours, I put my phone down and started looking for Dimitry. I walked down to the end of the hallway to Dimitry’s room and knocked on his door. When he opened it he didn’t look too happy.