Sinematic(Devin Sola)

3

Christopher: Come over

The simple text lights up the cellular device I have sitting beside me on my bed. A small sigh escapes my lips knowing it's going to be a battle to get out of the house. My mom and dad have been fighting all morning.

Alexis: I'll try :/

My reply is simple but i send out the text. I sit the device back onto my bed and push myself off of the bed. As I make my way to my dad's study I think of how I'm going to phrase the question. As I near the room I can hear the loud arguing coming from inside. Another sigh escapes my lips as my hand knocks on the door, blocking my parents from my view.

"What?" My dad snaps at me from inside the room.

"Can I go out?" I ask though the door, knowing never to open the study door. I've made the mistake in the past and I'll never make it again.

The door whips open, my mom holding a glass in her hand, the alcoholic smell radiating off of her. My dad is sat at his desk, his face is like it always is when hes angry.

"Do whatever the hell you want." My dad says from his chair, obviously not caring about it and just wanting me to leave.

"She isn't leaving this fucking house." My mother sneers to turn and look at him.

"Shes almost eighteen let her do what she wants." He bellows back slamming his hands onto the desk, causing me to jump.

"Shes sixteen Raplh, or did you forget that too?" My mom screams back.

I take this as my sign to leave. I'm not sure if my mother said that because she actually cares if I'm here or not, or if she said it because she wanted a reason to argue with dad. I make my way back to their room, the bickering between my parents louder now that the door is open. They've already dropped arguing about me and it's back to some stupid thing they've talked about too many times.

I quickly grab my phone typing out a text so I can quickly get out of here.

Alexis: Be over in abt 20 min.

I shoot the text to him and go to my closet. I strip from the tank top and shorts I'm in and slide a tee shirt over my head. I replace my booty shorts with some skinny jeans. I grab some socks and manage to stand while putting them on my feet. I grab my wallet of my nightstand and slide it in my back pocket.

I make my way out of my room, and down the stairs of our giant house. I slide my vans onto my feet and grab my hoodie off the coat hanger by the door. The hoodie makes its way around me, engulfing me in some warmth. I exit the house to be suprised by seeing Chris's face, well and the rest of his body. Hes leaning on a car.

"I thought I was coming to you. When did you get a car?" I ask walking over to him.

"I wanted to suprise you and I just got her today." He says with a grin.

"You gonna let me drive her?" I grin a bit looking at the sleek car.

"Not yet." He laughs causing me to laugh too.

"Hop on in." He says walking around the car.

I step inside on the passenger side and buckle up.

"So where are we going?" I ask.

"Well, I was thinking Ange's. We're having a before tour party later tonight." He says making me remember in a week they're leaving for tour. I'm proud of them but hell it hurts having all of my friends leave.

"Okay." I reply with.

"Where's the CD'S mister." I say causing him to chuckle.

"They're in the back seat." I nod and reach into the back feeling his CD case.

I pull the giant black case into the front and start flipping through the music. Angelo lives in the middle of no where so it works out that I get to choose the music. I grin and out our favorite CD in. Portrait of an American family by Marilyn Manson.

"Are you excited for tour?" I ask Chris.

"Yes, but I'm also really scared about it." He says.

"Why is that? I figured you'd be so ecstatic to get out of here." I say.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" Chris replies.

"Shut up." I reply causing him to chuckle.

"I'm scared because what if they don't like us or what if we break something?" He asks rhetorically.

"You can't worry about shit like that or it will get the best of you. Trust me, I would know." I reply.

"I know but it's hard." He says as we pull into Angelo's parents drive way.

***

I sigh a bit as we watch TV. I'm laying on Chris and Angelo, my head is on Chris's lap while my legs rest on Angelo.

"I'm bored." I whine to the four boys that are in the room.

"What do you want to do?" Chris asks.

"I don't know." I sigh and sit up, crossing my legs.

"Well that's not much help." Frank says causing me to laugh a bit.

"We could go bowling." I say with a shrug.

"We should definitely do that." TJ says with a wide grin.

"You just want to go because you know you'll win." Chris laughs at TJ.

"Yeah, you don't want to go because you know you'll loose." I sigh at them bickering.

"Mini golf?" I ask.

"No, it's too hot." Angelo says.

"Food?" I say as my last thought.

"I'm down for that." They all say.

"You guys are fat assess."I laugh a bit and stand up.

"And since Chris has his car we don't have to walk." I grin walking to the door.

The car ride to Buffalo Wild Wings is filled with chatter as the boys talk about tour. I lean my head against the window of the car.

"You okay?" Angelo asks me.

"Yeah, I'm just going to miss you guys." I reply looking over to him.

"We're gonna miss you too. But at least its only two weeks unlike other bands that leave for months." He says.

"Yeah, I guess, but it still sucks." I shrug a bit.

"You can Skype us?" Angelo says questioningly.

"You guys won't have time, or the internet." I say.

"Stop arguing." He laughs a bit and gives me a somewhat side hug.