Sunshine and City lights

CHAPTER 7 ---inside joke. Part 2---

"Get your hands of my face." I said, attempting to pull the hands of a raving lunatic off my face. He gives a low chuckle before letting go.

"Sure miss little perv." I narrow my eyes at him as he sets his behind beside me. Call me mean or insulting but his big hippo butt made the whole couch shake. I'm the perv now, am I? Sucks to be me then because I am positively sure my mind isn't that infected with green stuff, unlike my friend, Keanne.

"Your calling me a perv when you're the perverted asshole? How stupid!" I remarked not facing at the side. I focus my eyes on the large screen before us, trying to watch the damn movie.

"What's stupid?" another voice asked from behind. Kurt sat beside me with a smirk plastered on his face. He turns his gaze to Carter but Carter has his eyes focused, too, on the screen. Then I felt a poke on my waist. Maybe its just because I'm uncomfortable with two guys sitting beside me and I'm in between them. Two guys that has never been inside my house after ten years. Poke. I scratch my waist with irritation filling my mood. I look at Carter just to see him reading a magazine about lingerie's. Ha, I sure am the perv huh.

Kurt on the other hand, was looking at me like I'm some freak show. I raise my brow at him and return my gaze to the screen. The show was about to be finished cause right now it's at the part when the Johnny gives Michael a leather jacket with the T-bird sign behind. Then Michael kisses Stephanie, passionately, I think. Gosh, I want to be in Stephanie's shoes now.

Poke.

That's it! That poking has got to stop. I raise both my hands and slap the shoulders of the ones beside me.

"What the fuck was that for?" Carter exclaimed.

"I second that. That was unexpected." Kurt said I glare at screen and thinking is it possible that I could incinerate it at this second. This day is far by the worst Saturday of my life. I snap my head to face Kurt.

"Say that to my butt." I hissed. "Woah, why all of the sudden you became miss sour puss eh?" Kurt said, a matter-of-factly. Not even noticing what I said earlier.

So I grab my dirty apple from the floor and threw it at the nearest solid wall I see. (Yeah, that's how I roll when I'm pissed. I throw stuff and chizz.) And the freaking wall was near Carter so I threw like I'm some pro baseball player I am. The apple flew past Carter's face, approximately 2 inches away, and crashed landed not on the wall or his face but at the window. Shit. My mother ran to the den like a freaking cheetah with her mouth wide open and her eyes filled with rage.

"Who the fuck is responsible for that!" she yelled, no more like demanded as she searches our eyes if any guilty expression is present. Ha, so much for no cussing in the house. Carter stood up, smirking and looked at me with annoyance.

"Aunt Mary, if I told you who the culprit was for breaking the window, what's in it for me?" Is he bribing my mom? Like hell my mom who give in to his useless trade.

I tried that once in seventh grade and I asked her if I can go to Sue's slumber party but she just told me to wash the dishes and sleep. So I set down my price, she let me go to the party and I will potty train Mark. To cut the story short, I did go to the party which was only one night, and about the potty train, well, that's better left untold. Or even not mentioned. Only one word could describe my brother when he was young, he was a Dog.

Mom let out an exasperated sigh before replying to Carter. "Are you really going to try that trick with me young man? Just tell who it was or I will throw you at the window myself."

"She would do that with out hesitation you know." Dad interjected. Since when did he approve of Mom's violent ways? Oh right, the day they said 'I do'.