Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp17

It was another normal Friday afternoon in the tree house with Michael, we dragged the beanbags in front of the television and stayed in that same position for god knows how long watching reruns of the Simpsons. My phone buzzed obnoxiously on the wooden floor. We both looked at it, the loud violent vibrations moving it slowly.

"Aren't you going to get it?" Michael asked.

"I don't want to. It's too far away," I outstretched my arm.

"Shut up," he laughed. "Anna, it's two steps away- if that!"

With an exaggerated sigh, I reluctantly stood up and picked the phone up.

"This had better be something important," I muttered to myself when I saw John name displaying.

"Hello?" I heard John's voice on the other end.

"Howdy."

"What's up?"

"You made me move my butt from the beanbag," I mumbled.

"God Anna," John chucked. "You're so damn lazy."

"And you're an idiot. Now that we've done pointing out the obvious, what would you like?" I asked innocently.

I could practically feel John rolling his eyes from here. "Do you want to go shopping with us?"

"Do I really have to answer that?" I moaned.

"On normal circumstances no," he laughed. "But Lizzie and I are going with Alex, Taylor, Syrah and Lauren and we thought that you might want to tag along."

I glanced at Michael who was now watching the television giving me my privacy. "Can I bring Michael?"

Michael snapped his head towards me, bemused. I couldn't leave him behind, if someone did that to me then I'd feel hurt and used- like I always did at school.

Once, Faye and I were walking around school at a ridiculously high speed looking for Danielle, Louise and Emily. We would talk as if we were really close friends but when we found them, she would instantly leave my side and join them and as usual, I would just be plodding along behind them absent-mindedly neither listening nor contributing to their conversations; they never valued my opinion so I didn't feel the need to state it.

Sometimes, I wished that we would never find them and we would just be walking around school the whole of lunch or break because we would have a decent conversation unlike their usual gossip.

"I don't see why not," John voice replied.

"Sweet, I'll see you at home. Au revoire mon frère," I said in a thick accent before hanging up.

"Where am I going?" he asked shaking his dark ginger hair from his brown eyes.

"Shopping!" I squealed and stomped my feet.

"No," he stated and turned his attention back to Homer who was now strangling Bart.

"If I have to go then so do you," I poked his chest. "Someone's been working out," I laughed and poked his hard chest again.

"Anna," he whined.

"Michael," I mocked him and gave him another hard poke.

"Stop poking me," he pushed my hand away.

I tried again but he caught my wrist.

"You're such a loser," he shook his head.

"And you're ugly," I smirked. "Come on, I already told John that you're coming so you have to."