Cries Of Tomorrow ( under Major Construction!)

Chapter 2

xXMadnessXx Copyright © 2013

Chapter 2 

You say Conversations I say Headache Starting.

This very moment would have been beyond confusing and weird in the eyes of a stranger. But for me it was beyond hilarious. Seeing Nikki with Cookie Dough ice cream on her face was beyond funny- plus the pissed face. Lance was on the ground with chocolate fudge on his head, a banana smeared in one nose nostril and whipped cream on his face, had me on the floor crying so much my stomach had cramps. these two were freaking hilarious.

After I woke up and my dad left I did all my homework and found Lance and Nikki in the kitchen the way they were. To be honest I didn't know what happened but most likely Lance took the first initiation in this- what looks like- ice cream fight.

Finally seeming to escape their death glare match, both of them gave me a glance and took menacing steps towards me. When I stopped from my little moment, it was too late. Lance smashed a banana in my face.

Letting out a surprised scream, I immediately took cover while Nikki was spraying me with whip cream. OH, it’s so on.

 I grabbed the closest thing on the kitchen counter-which ended up being a bottle of caramel syrup and squeezed it in Nikki's face. Lance got a kick out of it because he just roared with laughter. When he was really enjoying his laugh I squeezed it all over him too.

When they were going to get me again I dashed for it. Only to slip on a damn banana peel, my best friends came over and instead of helping me they started using me as a human bowl. Throwing sprinkle, chocolate, fudge syrup and ice cream on me.

I, myself, started laughing with the immature teens. We all ended up laughing about the situation. They sure know how to lighten the mood.

"What is going on here?!" Screamed an angry, irritated male voice. I'm dying early.

"Bloody hell, you think we can run?" Lance whispered to Nikki. I was too busy thinking of the ways I can escape out of this. Believe my options are to face the wrath of my dad, or blame it all on Lance and cry because he was being stupid. I think the latter option may work, then again I haven't used that in a long time. Damn!

"Not a chance in hell." Nikki whispered back to him. I make the choice of getting up and looking at my dad. Maybe the puppy dog face will work?

"Hay, dad. How was work?" I made it sound sort of casual, but really there was nothing casual in the situation I was in.

"How was work? How was work?! I come home thinking I will have a calm relaxing dinner with my daughter, because of the imbeciles I work with. AND I SEE THIS! HOW CAN YOU BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE AND IMMATURE?!" Yeah, there goes my option on blaming Lance.

"Hi Xavier what's up, man!" Lance said acting as if they were the best of friends. Can he be anymore stupider! This is not the time to make conversation!

One glare from my dad shut him up. And I swear I think Lance crapped his pants.

Taking deep breathes to calm himself," I expect this entire kitchen to be spotless. And you"- pointing at Lance-" are never to call me by my first name. Now once this place is clean Alexis you escort them out my house. Oh, Alexis you better hope I let them in my home after this." He said over his shoulder before going upstairs to his room most likely.

"Damn, uptight dad." I muttered under my breath. Both Nikki and Lance chuckled behind me.

"Darling I don't know about you but your dad almost made me piss myself" Lance commented as he got the cleaning supplies from under the cabinet.