Untouchable

Chapter 17 - I Don't do Feelings

Chapter 17 - I Don't do Feelings

"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."

-Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter series)

It was a Friday night. And for some bizarre twist of fate, I found myself stuck in between Candace and Trevor in one of the town's trendy restaurants. I was actually out with other people my age, something I wouldn't have believed that I would ever do if someone dared me to do this weeks ago.

I still don't know what happened, or what mistakes I made that made me end up here. I vaguely remember being manipulated into joining them with threats. Threats the likes of which were involving a sleepover at my place. My room, my sacred abode, my own sanctum sanctorum. How could I survive if someone desecrated it. That is how antisocial I am; I'd rather sacrifice my Friday night than have outsiders see my bedroom.

There are a lot of reasons why these people going to my place was bad. Predominantly, it was the thought of them meeting my sisters and the would be diabolical results of such encounter and the unsafe fate of one antisocial girl. Aside from that, I had a very unusual next door neighbour. And I had a feeling that their discovery of his Grammy award worthy singing would be blamed all on me.

So here I was on a Friday night. Stuck between two, hyperactive children who were currently arguing between the merits of waffles and pancakes. And right now I just want survive the night without murdering someone.

"The texture is just not right!" Trevor exclaimed passionately, one hand on his waist with the other gesticulating wildly in the air for emphasis. "Light and fluffy pancakes will never compare!"

"But think of all the toppings you can put on top of a waffle?" Candace argued.

"You can put toppings on pancakes!" Trevor shot back, his fist thumping on the able. "You can even stuff it with filling"

"But it just doesn't seem right! Waffles were made for such things!"

I rolled my eyes, groaned, and buried my head in my arms, not wanting to do anything stupid.

"You know, people have different opinions. Not everyone has to like what each one likes," Leanne put in mildly. "Take me, for instance. I'm not even much into waffles or pancakes. I prefer crepes."

From each of my sides I heard Trevor and Candace's exclamations of surprise. I kept my head down, not wanting to be a part of this stupid exchange.

"That is just not right! Crepes are the abominations of people who tried to violate the rules of making pancakes!" Candace almost sounded hysterical.

"They'e just runny pancakes that are flatter! What kind of childhood have you had?" That was Trevor, sounding like his world was falling apart.

"Actually, in the United Kingdom,-"

"We aren't in the United Kingdom!"

"-pancakes look like crepes. And whatever," Leanne chuckled. "I don't even know why both of you are discussing this, when you should be choosing dinner.

"Good point," I sighed and sat up. "Now will you both just shut up, I'm getting a headache."

"Ohhhh," Candace cooed pittyingly at me and started rummaging in her bag. "I might have an advil."

"I don't need an advil, I need silence and rest." I sighed again and ran my hands through my hair and looked around, wanting an escape. "Look, can you guys just order for me, I need some air."