Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 8 - You've got Lucy on DVD?

Finaly when I rolled off of my bed I looked at my phone and saw it wasn't morning anymore. It was afternoon and I had been laying on the bed for nearly four hours.

"Hey! Have you seen my hairdryer? I don't know where it is..." Emily rushed in my room. 

I shruged "No it's definately not in this room... Ask Michael. Why do you need a hairdryer anyway?"

"You see... my hair is wet and a hairdryer is that thing which blows hot air and makes my hair dry and fabulous again."

"I know what a hairdryer is, Emily. Why are you washing your hair in the middle of the day?"

"Is it against the law? I can wash my hair whenever I want... and plus I'm going on a date this evening with a really cute guy so I need to do my hair. MICHAEL!" She screamed and I thought my ears will pop out of my head. She runed into his room.

"Hey! Do you ever knock?" I could hear shock in his voice.

"Have you seen my hairdryer? I know you have it. Where is it?" She said. I heard as she searched for her hairdryer in his room on the way knocking down some things from his furniture.

"I didn't take your hairdryer. Now would you get out of my... No! No! No! Don't touch that..."

"Why? Is your stupid action figures more important than your sister?"

"At this moment they are... I said don't touch that!" He said as I heard some things falling to the ground.

"Emily! No! Now look what you've done!" I heard him scream at her.

I stood up from my bed and jumped to his room to look what is wrong.

"Oh... Michael... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I heard her say.

"What's going on? Is everything ok?" I said as I jumped into his room and saw shatered glass on the floor.

They looked at me and I looked at them. For a moment there was silence and awkwardness in the air. Emily runned out of the room. Michael and I were staring at each other when she came back with a broom and started to pick up all the shatered glass pieces. Michael stood up and walked out of the room leaving the two of us.

Ok... that was weird. My inner-self said.

I stared at Emily in cunfusion. She gave me a blank stare. I walked out of the room and went to the living room. The stairs were in my way again and I carefully went down them trying not to fall on my butt which I luckily almost did.

When I got to the living room Michael was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. I could tell he was upset. I sat next to him unsure what to say. I didn't want to upset him even more so I just sat there and didn't say anything. We sat there like that for a while when he looked at me with his big, bright green eyes. There was sadness in them.

"Did you hear it?" He asked.

Of course I heard it. You two were screaming around the house like two angry hyenas, The question is who didn't hear it? I thought. 

"Hear what?" I acted like I didn't know. He noticed my lies but explained anyway.

"You know, the whole shatered glass situation." He looked uncomfortable speaking about it.

"Yeah," I droped the act and saw fear and emberassment in his eyes that wasn't there before. "But we can not talk about it if you want?"

"That would be great." He said and I heard relief in his voice.

"Well... do you want to watch a movie or something to take your mind of of things?"

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe... you know what - why not?" He said and runned across the room to the TV.  "What kind of genres do you like? Romance? Chick flicks? Comedy?" The sadness in his voice was allmost gone, but the sad look on his face hadn't been washed away. Yet.