"Yea, you can come over when ever, i dont see why you bother asking Lou!"
"Are your parents home Sky?"
"No..." i whispered into my iphone to my best fried Louis Tomlinson.
We have knowen eachother since the day i was born and we spend every second of our time together most days. Tonight he wa comming over for the night i assume, because the stubboring boy he is, he wont let e stay home alone at night. My parents are the ones to blame! they are NEVER home, and when they are they dont speak a single word to me.not even a glance at me... Louis has tried to get me to move in ith him at his flat, but when i ask my parents for this ONE thing, there excuse was "I will not let my daughter live with a 21 year old boy alone in his flat!" Ugh! i just Hate my stupide pare-
"Sky! SKYLER!! are you okay? im comming now!" Louis spoke on the line. i must have wondered off into my once lived thoughts.
"Err, yea! sorry. you dont have to come Lou, i okay to sta-"
"NO! i told you, i dont mind anayways! its fun. He cut me off.
"*sighs* well sintce your comming... BRING MEHH FOOD BROTHAA!!" I yelled into the speaking hopeing to damage part of his ear drum. Im not evil at all..
"I know the drill, dont need to tell me twice.."
"OO AND GET ME A-"
"I will not get you a cat Sky... Your prents ould hate me, you know they hate cats"
"but i love da kittys!!! pweaaaaassseee Lou the boo bear"
after that last comment i heard fumbling, laughing and things crashing around and a smack...
"Ill be there in 10" he said as fast as electrisity and cut the line off by ending the call!
What the hell is that boy up to. I have always wanted a cat, but my parnts HATE them with a passion. thats why i always try to get Louis to get me a cat, but he wont because hes the ONLY person my parents like out of all of my friends. I dont have ALOT mroe cause the girls are all prissy fuckin divas, and im more of what you call a tomboy. well, thats what the guys call me. the girls i know ALWAYS where skirts and dresses, while i wear, sweats, or jean shorts with a casual tanktop... But i get along great with the guys which mean less drama for me! not all the ' OMG I BROAK A NAIL! FUCK!! I JUST GOT THEM DONE YESTERDAY!' and all that shit. i could make a book and rant on about how much i HATE when people are like that, but i dont... cause im to lazy.
I look at the clock and its about 7:50 so Louis will be here right away. looking around my BIG room finding my skate bored and used dishes all over, is tempting me to clean up a bit, along with my unmade bed. cause i dont have a maid to do that for me... i thought about it and ditched my room prancing into the kitchen grilling me up some bacon... mmm, bacon.
Placeing the bacon on the heated pan making that annoying cracking and sizzleing noise, i back up and start talking and dancing to my self. IM ALONE DONT JUDGE! " mm mm bacon!! sexy, lovley bacon, gonna be in my tiny tummy in seconds." i sing in a random rder of notes bouncing up and down. i go and flip the bacon, and the greese splattered on my skin. "OLY MOTHER IN CHOCOLATELY FUCK!" I screamed. i heard shuffling around but i assumed it was nothing. after a while of singing and dancing around and cooking about 30 pices of bacon, i look a the clock. 8:15pm. Hmm... Louis should be here by now. Ehh he'll come later! i started munching on some of my sexy bacon, and looked around my empty, quiet house. A little TOO quiet. i go looking around shoving some more bacon in my mouth wandering tinto a hall way. Nothing unusual. I glanced at the pictures hung on the walls and saw a graff painting. "Damn... i wish i saw a graff, be all like ' Hey wanna you things down there!, i have a smocken sexy long neck and can reach the top of trees ... Jelly yet you mofo's''. i grinned at the idea of beig a graff, until i heard an out birst of laughter. Its probably Louis, and e eard me talkig to my self..oops. Ehh hes seen, and heard it all befor.
