Thrifty

6

 Loud K-Pop music jolted me awake. I groaned as my head started aching with a hangover. "Do you mind?! Some people are trying to sleep here!" I yelled and banged on the wall, but got no response and the music continued loudly.

After failing to go back to sleep, I got up and wobbled my way to the bathroom where I puke my guts out in the toilet. When I thought I was finished, I heaved into it a second time before nature called. Am I being punished for being a killer? It's a good thing I am off today. I can just imagine working with a hangover.

When I finally released myself from both ends, I turned on the water and hopped into the shower. Before washing myself, I opened my mouth to hydrate. My cell phone rang when I stepped out. I answered it, and it was my mom. She wants me to meet her at my grandparent's house in a couple hours. My head began pounding again when I thought about what awaits me when I get there. I finished getting ready, took some Tylenol, and ate a bowl of cereal before heading out.

"Daisy and I are just co-workers." I just knew my grandmother would hound me about Daisy. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Dang it Jeremy. How are you supposed to give me grand-babies if you don't go out and meet someone? I would like to live long enough to see that happen." I plopped my head on the kitchen table and groaned. "Don't give me that attitude young man."

"Hello. Grandma." I blew a sigh of relief and look up to see cousin Jody with a big cake in his hands. He is working part-time at a restaurant at night, and going to baking classes to become a baker.

"Thank you sweetie." Grandma happily took the cake. "See? Why can't you be more like your cousin here?" my reply is an eye roll. Jody blushed shyly and diverted his eyes.

That's one thing about my younger cousin. Ever since we were children, he's never gloated or tried picking fights with others. He likes to play it safe and be humble. I wasn't rebellious or anything, but I wasn't a total saint neither.

When grandma went to place the cake down, he took a seat across from me at the table. "Hey." He greeted.

"Hey." I greeted back.

"How's it going?" he asked.

I sighed. "Things are good. Just wish they would get off my back already. Why can't they bug you about dating?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Probably because I've got classes as well as work, so they figure you might have more time to meet someone than I."

I plopped my head on the table again. "Doesn't mean I want to date right now." Yeah cause killing would be tougher with someone else around.

Before he could speak, grandma came back. "Jeremy Donald. Stop being so dramatic. Sit up straight, and look at me." this is going to be a long visit.

When I returned home, I am viewing the map of the city to choose another location to kill. I may have gotten lucky killing the custodian, but I will not risk bumping into Daisy again. For all I know, we'll crash a Chucky Cheese and I'll end up killing one of the mascots. Not that it wouldn't be a colorful story to add, however, I have chosen to try the countryside of town. It's secluded, and should be easy to kill someone sitting on their porch contently. With determination and my blood pumping, I grabbed what is needed and headed out.