Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 11 - 21 Questions

Yael Young Over to the right <3<3 ----->

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"Shopping spree and Car wash. Its done. You two lose, and you both come shopping with me and wash your brother's car, and probably, if the beaches aren't fucked up-" I began.

"Swimming?" asked Dustin. He fist pumped, bumping fist afterwards with Dennis. They both ran back to the kitchen, threw open the pantry and grabbed their weight in junk food, running back into the den.

"Okay. Now, what movie should we watch?" asked Lyle.

"Oh! Paranormal Activity!" Yelled Dustin.

"Hell no. Last time you watched that, you had nightmares. You kept the whole house up with your girly screams. The last Exorcism." Dustin mumbled, opening a pack of girl scout Dulce de Leche cookies. I reached for the pack of cookies, but he pulled them away, giving me a confused look.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a cookie. Why?"

"Don't. touch. My cookies." He growled. I rolled my eyes, looking behind him. "Oh shit! What the hell is that?" I yelled.

They all looked at the door I pointed to, I believed that led to the garage. I quickly grabbed the box and ran. His head snapped in my direction. I took a cookie out and slipped it between my lips.

"Don't you fu... fudging dare." I smiled at his quick change of words. I bit down, eating the cookie and grabbing another. "Try me, Kriss. Your gonna end up stuck here for some days, you might as well stay on my good side. Don't piss me off."

I laughed tossing him the box back and eating the cookie I grabbed out. He glared at me, but sat down on the couch.

"Well, Kriss Lee, what do you want to watch?" I looked over to Lyle, who had himself a bag of Cheetos.

I plopped down to the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest. "Urmmm.... I guess the Last Exorcism. I don't honestly care. I'll probably fall asleep after the first thirty minutes, so..."

"Wait, whats that on your leg?" Dustin asked. I turned my legs over, but quickly laid on my stomach, being that it was too uncomfortable to turn my leg. "Its a pentagram. What the hell? Why'd you get it?"

I shurgged. "Never thought of it as a bad symbol. I go to church, Love Jesus bumper sticker on Jason's car that he hates me for putting on cause its white, and it 'Messes up the throw of the car.' But I thought it was sexy when I got it. I have a key on the back of my neck if you want to see it." I said, pulling my hair up so they can see it.

"The detail is amazing. Who did you go to?" Dennis asked.

"Whats it to you? It's not like I'm going to let you get tatted!" Lyle exclaimed. He slapped Dennis behind his head and lifted my legs and sat down. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I swear. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your heads. Happy me and Lillia aren't like that."

"Hey," I said. "Where is the she-devil by the way?" I sat up. The looks on their faces gave me an uneasy feeling. I glanced, from Lyle then to Dustin, and Dennis after, who all looked at each other.

Lyle groaned. "She's, um, at.... She at-" A loud thundering crash came from outside, cutting all the light in the house out. I stood up, feeling the pockets to my pants.

"Shit! I left my phone in the car!" I ran towards the front door. I grabbed the umbrella and flung open the door. The wind and rain thundered and roared, sweeping to the right. I braced myself, openeing the umbrella and running outside. The umbrella bent backwards, flying out of my hands.