Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 12: Shut Down

I had a plan. It's kinda simple but I think it'll work, of course if you're going to play with 3 dickheads that would be very fine.

I, I mean, we plan to buy toy guns in the nearest toy store and rattle the boys’ souls out of their cages. Is it good? Anyways,  that’s just about enough to get their attention away from that stupid video game.

Connor and I hurriedly exited the house to the toy store and searched for the best ones. When you're planning to prank someone you better make it good dear.

I picked out a big one and showed it to Connor. “Perfect,” he mumbled. “I know!” I exclaimed and giddily chuckled while examining the toy. “No, not that, you,” he smiled. “Do you wanna live or die?” I huffed, “anyways choose the latter!” I whispered. “Whoa calm down there Kitty,” he laughed.

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(Connor's POV)

After buying the toys and a few snacks, we went back to the car. And just when I was about to start it, she yanked my arm. “I’m sorry but I think, that I’m forgetting something.” “Well what is it?” “Can we go back to the hotel I’ve checked in? I left a few of my stuff there.” “Sure sweetheart.”

When we arrived at the hotel, she went to the front desk and said that she was going check out. “Are you coming with me, Connor?” “No I think I’ll just wait for you here, besides, I gotta pee,” I whisper-yelled to her.

So she ran off, while I get to pee, and after that I just sat on the couch at the lobby.

“Connor?! Concon is that you?!” I heard a screech, yelling out my name. I think it was just a fan, until I turned around.

Yes. I remember her all too well; it was Alaina. We were bestfriends since we were young. She was always my companion; and always there when I need to, like, always. We laughed and played and did pretty much  everything. When we left my old home we kept in touch, but after a few months, we lost contact.

“Alaina! Holy mother of— how are you? You look... new!” She did. I mean, she was that simple and sweet girl. But now? She looked like a bitch. Like the bully, cake face, super tall heels and such revealing clothes; my god she’s out and about the town half-naked! Doesn’t she ever feel cold?

“Hey hey what’s shakin’ baby?” She nudged me at my shoulders, with a voice trying to be sweet. “Uhhh, hey Alaina, I’m real fine,” I tried smiling as she hugged me, and  while trying to avoid contact with her coloring book— I mean, face— to stick on my clothes. She was digging her face on my shirt! (Oh I pity the laundry maid.) Of course she was my best friend. But right now I seemed like she’s just somebody that I used to know. Maybe I need to shake that off. This is not any way to treat a best friend. After all, she still has the old Alaina in her, right?

“Connor?” I turned around and saw Penny. I quickly got out of the hug and introduced Alaina to my girlfriend. I know it’s not really official but, I know that that is where we’re heading.

“Oh hey babe! Meet Alaina, she’s my best friend.” “Oh hello, and your name is?”

(Penelope’s POV)

Just as I exited the elevator and gave the money to the assistant on the front desk, I went straight to the lobby, only to find Connor hugging some random bitch. And she was seriously digging her face into Connor’s shirt. I walked up to them and called Connor.

“Oh hey babe! Meet Alaina,” he said, “she’s my best friend.” Then she looked at me in disgust and scanned me from head to toe, like I was a rascal or garbage, with her matching shifty eyebrow. And when Connor faced her back again she tried to smile like a sweet little angel. You sneaky devil. So I was the one who looked untrustworthy? Excusez-moi miss, will you still have that sluggy eyebrows of yours when I hurl your face with water? I bet you look a lot worse than my birthday cake when I turned 5.