Boston, Mass. Welcomes you

Girl Talk?

Em's P.O.V.

So Nicolai went home with his brother Michael ,who I will never admit got blessed with the better jawline. The ride home was event less, unless you call riding home while drinking a coffee, and singing to The Killers as eventful.

The guy at the counter keep giving M the evil but seductive boy smirk. I was torn because Michael keep secretly smiling every time she'd say something cocky or so Intellectual that everyone who didn't get it just laughed awkwardly. I understood, but what makes me torn between the Clerk Boy and Michael. Clerk Boy was listening even though no one around us ,I'm sure, knew his name. He looked fishy possibly a trouble maker. I saw A glance every now and then. I mean Clerk Boy was good looking just he wasn't nice nor my type looking.

So now we're home. I'm back in my sweater. The one I changed out of because honestly I felt naked. I mean it's long sleeve and went down further than my own arms, but -call me a prude- I can't stand to much skin. Like the thing that happened after with the shirt. I legitimately wanted him to keep his shirt off. I mean I hate when I wear shorts above the knees. I hate when other people do it. I was raised with a mother who made herself look appealing to males for her drugs when she sent dad away. I would stare at her hatefully as my slut of a mother got ready for her buyers. She would keep me at home and away from work if I didn't give her money to buy those disgusting outfits. On her breakdowns shed lash out and try to hit my sisters. I could kick her out, and I couldn't kill her. Dad loved her, he would just breakdown if he saw I'd gotten rid of her. He'd never be able to move on. So yes I have a reason to hate sex and nudity, I grew up submerged in a life where that's all I saw. So no I don't act. I just hate it.

"Em, get out of your thinking stance", M wakes me up from the horrible memory.

"Sorry, just thinking", I smile.

"Emergency, I REPEAT THIER IS AN EMERGENCY", M pauses," pssssst Em what's it called when females vent out all their stress to each other"?

"Girl Talk"? I ask.

"No sound dumb, how about Venting In Secret About Stress"?

"Visas"? I ask," isn't that a credit card"?

"Fine it's called intermediate venting", she sighs

"I.V."? A adds.

" I quit", she sighs," America uses all the good names".

"I.V. it is", I say," I'll go get ice cream, blankets, and Mountain Dew. A put on some comedy. M go pee".

   "Why do I have to pee", she asks.

  "So you can have a good idea", I say going to the kitchen. I grab three quarts of ice cream. Napoleon, Green Shurbert, and Vanilla. I personally want the Green Shurbert. I grab my fluffy blue blanket. I run to my room and throw on my heart-broken bear onesie. I do love it. I love that it's black and red. M has one like it. I also invested in a Jack Skeleton, Panda, Stitch, and Sully onesies. To say I didn't take advantage of being a millionaire for a few weeks is an understatement. I bought stuff I've always wanted. Posters, Books, I practically chunked most of closet back home. I mean I tried I fought of the roaches, spiders, and lice. I moved my sisters and brother. I got them a four bedroom house and let mom stay in the roach Infested house. She didn't find out we even left her their until I finally got the babies beds  out of the house. She demanded to have her babies back, and that they needed her. I laughed and put the beds in the back of my truck. I payed a year in advance for her. I filled the fridge, and filled her closest full of her outfits. I left. I bombed and washed everything that went in the new house at least three times. I bleached and washed the kitchen floor. I painted again. I had bought the house. I redid the lawn. I payed someone to inspect the house. I have the pipping and roofing redone. I left the wiring. I brought my sisters after I throughly washed them and combed their hair. I pretty much gave them a new life. I had spent months burning and recreating their rooms. I bought new toys, new clothes, and bed covers. I was broke when I was done. Just enough to ensure I could remake more. Dad was do home in three days. I'd have to pay someone to take me to go get him. I couldn't let him go home and think the Child Takers got us. I got a friend of mind who had a dad good with covering until my dad got out. My mom found where we lived.

    I hate even recalling it. I walk down stairs. To see M and A sitting on the circle couch.

  "About time Em", M says.

  "Sorry I just miss my sisters", I sigh.

"We could go visit them", A suggests the most normal thing ever. I felt like info went back this early I would cave. I wouldn't wanna leave. I'd want to. Stay.

  "You can, but I can't", I sigh.

"Why not"? A asks, M nods her head understandingly.

  "I'd want to stay", I sigh," I have a job here, but right now it's more like a vacation. Not even a week here, and I like a guy. No sighs of any of the gangs. I've only seen one Italian in the open. He was fascinated with M. I don't even know the cultural base of the other one. The only thing I've seen bar related is the one that A got drunk in", I plop down in the circle.

  "Like you said it hasn't even been a week", A smiles.

   "The guy at Starbucks? Sebastian"? M furrows her eyebrows.

  "Clerk Boys name is Sebastian", I laugh.

  "I like it", M frowns.

  "I know boo", I smile at her, she fancies him.

  "So, not even a week and Em has a crush on Bookstore Guy. M likes a Starbucks Counter Boy, and Michael likes M. I got hopelessly drunk. We should've went to Chicago", A sighs and then stuffs her face with the Napoleon Ice Cream.

  "It's been a lot", I smile and grab the Green Shurbert.

   "I don't like Sebastian", M growls while she inhales the vanilla.

  " Of course not, it's just like Melton", I grin.

  "Yep.  . . . WAIT. No. No its not. I don't like him. I don't even loathe him. I don't even know him. Bam", M smiles as she throws the facts at A and Me.

  "That's how Melton started", A spoke up, for once she was right. I was glad she remembered that detail.

  "No Melton was, was, uggggggggggghhhh", she practically throws her Ice Cream at the round
Table.

  "Their has been a dispute at the Intermediate Venting Table. I demand we bring forth the discussion a later date. For today we talk of the boys, future, and past mistakes held about the Intermediate Venting Table", I stand up and act with authority.

"We represent the countries of Emapolis, Annoplois, and Mtopia. All part of Bad Bitchica", I finish.

  "What"? A adds.

  "OMG, you remembered", M screams.

  "I am the Vice President", I smile.

  "Huh"? A looks confused.

   "Puke, why must you forget important things that happened in the history of Le Broken Bandits cascade into the selcouth adventures of high school. Because lotion", I smile and fall over laughing.

  "I'll never know why I'm puke", A pouts.

  "Wanna trade names", I ask.

  "No Penis, no I don't", A smiles

   "Ahhhhh, can you believe her she doesn't like her name but she won't take mine", I look at M.

   "Shhhhhh, the soapy opera is on", M wishers.

   "You're not my sister Myra . . .

    .......(Myra begins the sene of the fake tears of fear knowing her sister has put together the families horrible secrect, Lisa crys knowing it's the truth). . . . . .

You're my brother Myron".( the back ground noise is gasping the camera closes up on the now Myron.

    "It's true, don't tell my husband, please".

     We all laugh at the fake gasp, dramatic timing, and the weird story plot. I've never liked soap operas. I never enjoyed their pathetic story plots. So unrealistic. Then again I probably live in a soap opera. Maybe I even live in a fanfic hold some sorts. I do truly despise the plot of it.

   "We now commence Intermediate Venting", M jumps up and smiles.