I Know What Rhymes With Orange

Chapter 2 | The French Flame

I Know What Rhymes With Orange

Chapter 2

The French Flame

“Make sure you call, and text, and email, and chat, and webcam, and Facebook, and-”

“Rooney!” She looks up at me from her finger countdown with a surprised face.

“Yeah?”

“Chill,” I chuckle, “We already discussed this. See, you even gave me a list of ways I could contact you.” I reach in my back pocket for the list Rue had handed me this morning at our lockers. Once it’s in my hand I raise it up to her view.

Realization crosses her face, “I did,” she pointed at the paper knowingly with a smile, “Gee, Rooney you are one smart cookie.” She shakes her head and looks off in the distance in admiration. Seriously? Why is she always so in awe about the ideas she comes up with. Trust me this is not the first time she’s done this.

I hear someone laughing from beside me before saying, “I love when she does that!” Sam of course. Sigh…

A car’s horn beeps and all three of us jump in surprise. “Emery!” Me and Rooney exclaim annoyed. Emery; Rooney’s sexy, long lost, French brother, laughs his strong, healthy laugh as he jumps out of the car almost falling to the ground. We’re standing right in front of the light blue, over chewed car as he decided to feed his obsession. For some reason Emery is obsesses with scaring me. He loves seeing me mad, and in pain. I truly dislike him. I wish he could go back to France or something.

“What’s your problem? You stupid cow!” I exclaim while doing some funky hand gestures.

Emery Slayton; twin of Jael Slayton, but I like referring to him as ‘my worst enemy.’ Me and Em don’t get along at all. I actually used to have a crush on him when I was younger, and once he figured out he used it against me. He was able to use me, because back then I could easily be taken advantage of, but now I wouldn’t even let the thought come into your mind if you even thought it.

“Oh, lighten up Silver,” Emery starts as he swaggers over to me to put his arm around my shoulder, “I was just messing with you guys.” I’m not gonna lie and I must confess, but having Emery’s arm around my shoulder was a comfortable feeling, but I didn’t let myself over think it until he kissed my cheek causing me to blush. Trying to hide my flushed cheeks wasn’t easy, but he didn’t seem to notice, thank God for that.

“Ugh, don’t touch me Emery! I don't want to get herpes or the other deseases you carry around with you.” I say annoyed even though I’m in a bubble of bliss. And even though I didn’t want to, I push him away from me and head towards the front door of Rooney’s house. “Bye Rue!” I call over my shoulder, “Have fun in Canada, and try not to get eaten by moose!”

“Not possible, Silver.” I slow down and turn towards her as I walk backwards carefully. “I’ll be in the city there’ll be no moose around.”

I shake my head. Rooney; my dear Rooney, how naive you are my dear friend. “Anything’s possible if you just believe,” I say and run into her house before she can reply. Ha! Sucker. I always get the last word.

“Jael!” I annoyingly yell up the stairs. He probably won’t hear me because he’s probably playing ‘Black Ops’ or something. What can I say? The kid loves video games. He’s always gone in his imaginary video game world.

“Silviana!” J’s voices sounds with the same annoying tone mine had. I could tell that he was in his room by the echo his voice led. Jeal’s room is quite empty, surprisingly. All he has in there is a bed that sits in the corner on the floor, a flat screen television; specially for gamming only, a bunch of game consoles, and one random picture on the wall of his family and me. I don’t understand why he doesn’t put more stuff in there, but hey, that’s all him.