The Girl with the Parrot Shorts (A Louis Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter 2: SUCK IT HARRY

HELLO EVERYONE! How's life?

Mine is uninteresting at the moment so I'm on here!:P

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ENJOY CHAPTER 2!!! It's not as funny as chapter 1 and honestly a bit of a filler but... IT'S IMPORTANT SO READ;D

Chapter 2

I figured that my Dad would let me stay at Carla's, no problem. But... As usual... I was wrong.

"Daddy?" I called, opening the cream door to our apartment quietly and carefully treading on the beige carpet. I hope I haven't caught him at a bad time...

I didn't hear him respond with the depressed 'Hello Alex' like he normaly did but that didn't phase me. I let William loose in the hardwood floor, watching him scurry off down the hall.

I decided not to follow him.

I hummed some song I'd heard on the radio about some girl staring at the ground and walking through doors and then a bunch of guys told her she was pretty. At least that's what I remember about it. I took a few steps into the light blue kitchen that was in the same room as the living room. I opened the fridge, pulling out the carton of apple juice and drinking it... Without. Getting. A. Glass.

I know, I know, we've got a badbutt over here!

CALL THE COPS!

 AUTHORITIES MUST BE NOTIFIED!

I realized that I had been standing there with the apple juice for awhile but nothing was coming out...

CURSE THE WORLD!

I groaned, throwing the carton in the garbage.  Or at least the direction of the garbage can.  Not really sure I hit it. 

I left the kitchen, walking down the narrow, bright orange hallway to my dad's room.  The first door on the left.  I knocked cautiously and when no one said anything, I opened the door. 

My dad was sitting at his desk, feet propped up against the open window sill, looking the same as he did yesterday.  His salt and pepper hair was greasy and seemed to be attracted to only the right side of his head.  He had the straight 'Korn's Nose' as he used to call it but it drooped from the amounts of stress he probably had from supporting his teenage daughter as well as himself.  Mulitple papers were strewn all over the place, he had probably had a grading urge.  And he's probably the only teacher to EVER get "grading urges". (ALEXA'S DAD ON THE SIDE---->)

Thank God I wasn't there, Dad's snoring is one bit of torture you don't want to go through.

"Dad?" I asked.  He turned around, his grey eyes wary.

"Yes?" I took a deep breath and explained the situation, watching his facial expression.  Damn you poker face.

"So Carla asked me to come over tomorrow."  I finished, a bit out of breath.  What?!? Talking can take a LOT out of you!

"For how long again?" He asked and I could feel my nerves choking me to death and ramming my head into the wall.

"2 weeeeeeeeeekkkkksss...." I mumbled, drawing out 'weeks' nervously.

Dad stared at me skeptically "Alexa do you really think I can allow you to stay by yourself in a stranger's house for two weeks?"

My jaw dropped " Are you kidding me?!" I asked, "I babysit ALONE all the time and you don't have a problem with that!"