Linz made me sit by Treyton on the way back to her house. She really knows how to really make me mad, I hate the middle and she is making me sit by someone I will never have a chance with. Linz's dad was playing his music the whole way home and when he plays his music, he turns it up so loud u can barely hear the person next to you say hi, it is a miracle if you can.
As I was getting out of the truck Treyton's hand swept against mine. I was kind of startled and shocked me, because I like him and so I kind of get paranoid, I am not sure why. I walked up the steps to Linz's house and walked into the living room and saw her little brother playing a videos game with the oldest sibling, Austin. He was about 6' 3" black hair, brown eyes, and very pailish skin w/ freckles. I sit on the couch like I own the place and put my feet on the coffee table.
"Get your feet off the table," Linz said. I did as told but then went to her room to hang out w/ her when Grant and Treyton came in.
"You guys wanna play spoons and then watch movies later?" Her brother asks. Linz asks if I want to and of course I say 'Yeah, sure."
After watching TV for an hour and talking about guys on instagram, we go to find her brother and Treyton. When we do ask them if they still wanna play spoons and watch movies. They said yes, yay! . . . . We all head out to the living room and see that Austin and the youngest have gone to bed so we have to kitchen and living room to ourselves. Linz got the cards and Grant got the spoons, 3 were only needed cause there was four and yeah. (If you don't know how to play look it up! . . .) Treyton and I just sat awkwardly across from each other waiting for Linz and Grant to come with all the supplies needed.
When they sat down Linz passed out the cards she hands out 4 to each person counting, in a whisper, " 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, etc. ,"
At the end of the first round everyone but Grant had a spoon, so we all want to the kitchen to choose what he had to drink. We put random things in the shot glass we found and had him go outside to drink it.
"What's in it?" he says sniffing it.
"Stuff. . ." I say. He just glances at me like 'No duh'. I swear he hates me.
~Authors Note~
Hey guys, thanks so so much for reading this. I am very sorry I don't update often I am busy with my life that does not exist. . . . don't be mad at me. o.o Anyways, I suck at writing things, as you can tell, but I love to tell story's (sorry if not correct spelling) and to read them, mainly read. I will try to update more, but no promises because like I am a very forgetful person. . . ~Sarah
