Touch of Hellfire (Pocket's Version)

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I held my pillow over my ears, blocking out the constant banging outside. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I grumbled.

I looked over at my clock and groaned. Six thirty! In the god damn morning.

I put on my slippers and stormed downstairs. I nearly ripped the door off the hinges. I saw Luke on the porch, fixing the porch rail. "Luke?"

"Heather."

"What are you doing? It's six thirty in the morning," I sighed. "My caffeine levels are dangerously low, I might have to murder you."

Mom stormed outside. "Or she will."

"Go back to bed," Mom patted my head. I went back towards the door and wrestled with the door knob. "Shit," I grumbled. "We're locked out."

"Blame Luke," Mom pointed at him. "I am," I muttered.

I snuck around the side of the house and stopped at Rory's window. I hammered on the glass loudly, scaring the crap out of her.

"EVIL! SATANIC TWIN!"

I walked back around the house and Rory opened the door, pissed. "I hate you."

"Love you too," I smiled at her.

***

"You know what dream I hate?" I asked my family at the table. "The dream where you have lots of money and you start planning stuff, like going on holiday, booking Disney tickets and buying so much stuff...then you wake up to the cruel cold bitch that is reality."

"You were living the New York dream?" Mom asked me. "Yeah and for some reason we were all eating a bucket of KFC after," I frowned, confused.

"I had a dream our house was a KFC," Mom told me. "You're doing the thing where the thing where one person is talking about their dream and it reminds the other of their dream then they talk about their dream, let Hezzy finish," Rory told Mom.

"It felt like a really dumb episode of Friends," I said. Once I finished my story, Mom went to check on Luke.

Rory and I got ready to go out with Lane and Tessa. "That sucks," Tessa commented on the story. "It must've been disappointing to wake up to no money."

"Yep," I sighed sadly. Rory stopped outside the market and took a deep breath. "I'm going in."

"You can't, Dean's working," Lane reminded her. "I know," Rory nodded. "But it's Thursday afternoon," Tessa pointed out. "He works Thursday afternoons."

"You don't need to remind her," I muttered. "Oh, my God!" Lane suddenly squealed. "You're getting back together with Dean!"

"Stop causing a scene," I muttered under my breath. "Nothing is happening, I don't even know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, I miss the old you, I'm not the biggest fan of the new mopey depressed pain in the ass you," Tessa told her, bluntly.

"I have not been a pain in the ass," Rory muttered. "Well..."

Rory turned to me, offended. "Fine, the old me's coming back, wish me luck!"

Rory walked into the market and all of us peered in, to see what was happening. "Okay, either Dean had an....everything transplant or Rory's just an idiot," Tessa pointed inside.

Rory came back outside and Tessa shook her head at her. "Forgot what Dean looked like?"

"He's not working Thursday afternoons," Rory panicked. "That means he's met some Thursday afternoon girl, a slutty Thursday afternoon girl. Tessa? Lane? Have you seen him with..."