Unfortunately Named

Chapter 3

"I hate you."

I rolled my eyes at Stewy. "Yeah, I know."

He had been pouting ever since I brought home Chinese instead of pizza. Even after I explained that Apron Boy was rude to me, Stewy has been telling me that he hates me.

"I wanted pizza!"

I let out an aggravated sigh. "You don't have to be a Dick- oh wait... you have no choice," I say with a sarcastic smile.

Stewy crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and stomped out of the kitchen with his container of orange chicken in hand. I laughed.

After they finished eating, Mom and Dad went out to rent a moving truck to go back to our old house to get the rest of our belongings, which will leave Stewy and I home alone for the weekend.

Normally, I'd throw a party, but there's a slight problem with that idea- I have no friends. Not here, at least, unless you count my brother and Apron Boy. What a fun party that would be.

Since I have nothing better to do after I finish eating my fried dumplings, I go upstairs to watch Netflix. I continue to watch Young And Hungry, my newest obsession. I started watching it because Delilah insisted the main character looked just like me. I just don't see it, though.

Two episodes later, I heard Dad yell for me to come say goodbye. I shut my laptop and make my way to the front door.

"Bye. I'll see you Monday," I say as I hug both of my parents.

Mom kisses Stewy's cheek, and then mine. "I left money for food on top of the counter. Don't lose it, or else you can starve. I don't care either way," she says with a joking smile.

Ten minutes later, Stewy and I are waving at the retreating car from the front door. Once they're out of sight, we go inside and shut the door.

"Yes!" we simultaneously yell. We love our parents, but it's always nice to have an adult-free house for a couple days. Even more so when you have friends to invite over. Sigh...

"Well, sister, I'm gonna put on a clean shirt and go out to find myself a cute girl. Cover for me in case Mom and Dad call?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, whatever. But Stewy?"

He turns around to face me as he walks up the stairs. "Yeah?"

"Put on some clean pants. And deodorant, too. You'll never get a girl smelling like that," I tease him.

Before he can give me a sarcastic remark, he trips and slides down the stairs. I laugh and walk past Stewy as he glares at me.

"I hate you."

"I've heard that song before," I say in a singsong voice.

Back in my room, I sit on my bed and open my laptop. I close the Netflix tab and open Skype.

"Hey!" Delilah smiles next to Lauren and Jemma. "What's up?"

"I miss you guys. I have no friends here to throw a party with- what am I supposed to do all weekend? Fucking stare at a wall?" I pout.

Lauren giggles. "Relax, you've been there for what- a few hours? You'll make plenty of friends with that adorable face of yours soon enough."

I glance at the time. "Five hours, actually."

"Why don't you go swimming then? Your house is right on the beach, isn't it?" Jemma asked.

I nod, satisfied with the idea.

"Go skinny-dipping!" Delilah adds with a smirk.

My face shares the same expression as hers. "Only when you're here," I wink.

Lauren suddenly lets out a loud squeal. "Oh my gosh! Ryan texted me!"

Jemma adds in a squeal of her own as I ask what he said. You see, Ryan is this guy that Lauren has been crushing on since freshman year, but has barely ever spoken to her. I know she deserves better, but I'm not one to rain on anyone's parade.

If he hurts her, though, I will shove a bomb down his throat and light the fuse with a flamethrower.

I listen to Lauren excitedly explain that Ryan wants to go to the movies, and everyone else comment on how happy they are for her. My mind drifts off to another time...

"Hey, we should totally see that new romance film instead of horror," I tease him as we walk into the theater.

He rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around my waist, leading me to the ticket booth. "I'd be quicker to jump off a cliff than watch a chick flick."

I laugh and peck his cheek as he buys our tickets. He tightens his grip on my waist. My breath hitches at the pain of his hand on the bruise beneath my shirt, but I send him a convincing smile. I know he'd be mad if I showed that I was in pain, especially in public with him. He'd only give me another bruise...

"Uranus Star Stewy!"

I snap back into the present at the sound of my full name and look at my friends' worried faces on the screen. "Sorry, what?"

Delilah gives me a concerned look. "You spaced out for, like, fifteen minutes. What were you thinking about?"

I let out a breath, giving my friends my fake smile, which I've perfected by now.
"Just thinking about how sucky it's gonna be to have to unpack all my shit. Speaking of, I should probably get to work on that. I'll text you in the group chat tomorrow."

Hanging up the video chat, I take in a deep breath. He can't hurt you here. Just relax.

Pushing my laptop aside, I stand up and make my way to a stack of boxes in the corner of my room. The first cardboard box I open is full of clothes. I begin to move them into my drawers and closet, careful not to unfold them. (Folding clothes sucks ass, let alone refolding clothes.)

About an hour or so later, around eight, I hear Dick's, ahem, I mean Stewy's voice ring throughout the practically bare house.

"Time to par-tay!"