Miss Me ?

Well, Ain't This Just Lovely?

Waking up to a screaming 19-year-old is probably worse than waking up to a screaming mother. Not really, probably not at all. Shit, it's like he's using a fucken air horn specially made with his annoyingly low ass voice.

I leap out of bed and tackle him with a warrior cry. "Stupid shit eater!" I scream. "What is it with people and yelling in this house?!" All I hear from him is painful grunts and him trying to stop my movements. But in the words of Beyonce. I'm a survivor. I will continue until I have reached my high. It's sort of like getting my frustration out. Or whatever.

I finally finish my abuse and stand up to see him in khaki shorts and a blue polo. I swear! I'm going to kill him. I told him to make sure he doesn't look like his normal surfer look. If the police ask about a Charles Jamerson. You don't know me. "What the fuck are you wearing Charles?" I ask calmly. But he knows I'm not calm if I call him Charles. The little bigger shit than me better run for his hardly-there-in-a-few-minutes life. "What? It's what I usually wear!" he screeches. "Where are we going today Charles?" I say with a bit of anger in my voice. "Scho- Oh shit. Sorry, Addy! I swear ill go change right now" he says in an apologetic voice. Little bigger-than-me shit. "I'm choosing your clothes. You can't be trusted"

I run down the hall and to his room to pick his clothes. I go simple with a white v-neck and dark jeans with black high top converses. Not forgetting the signature black leather jacket. He with me. He with the jacket too. I think ill make us match today. I run back into my room and tell charlie to change into what I chose for him. I grab my white v-neck, black studded high waisted ripped shorts and low cut black converses. Not forgetting my leather jacket too. I grab a bra and underwear before heading to my bathroom, to shower. I don't think I'm going to explain how I showered. If you don't know then, I don't know. Learn? I don't know.

I jump out of the shower and wrap myself in my favourite maroon towel before heading into my room. I turn around only to be met by Charlie-Boy lying on my bed. "Do you plan to just annoy me today?" I ask through gritted teeth. He looks up at me and sees I'm only in a towel. "Nope, too weird. Even for me. You in only a towel. You're pretty much my little sister. Don't feel like staying, and you seem pissed off. Goodbye," he runs out the door. Good boy. I get changed before heading downstairs to grab a granola bar for breakfast and heading to the garage with Charlie-Boy in tow.

"How about, I take the Lamborghini and you take the Mercedes Benz?" I ask. "Why can't we just take the same car?" he whines. "Stop being a little pussy and just take the damn car. You're lucky I'm letting you drive after you wrecked my other car, you dipshit." I say rolling my eyes. "The stupid cat wasn't there when I changed the radio!" He yells while flaring his arms all over the place. "Whatever just get in. Before I start slapping you again." I say, walking over to the white Lambo.

I head out of my driveway and head to school. Five minutes later and I've pulled up with Charlie-Boy right behind me. Everyone's still looking. Shit, don't they have other shit to do than coming and snooping into mine? Fuck I know I'm amazing but why are they so obsessed with me? Or maybe it's the Mercedes behind me? Ehh. I don't give a fuck. I like attention. But it can get annoying as hell too.

I park close to a security camera and hop out and lean on my car waiting for Charlie-Boy to come park next to me. He pulls up in front of me and smirks at me through the window. I smirk back and wait for him to step out. When he does I'm pretty sure half of the girls in the parking lot just mentally fainted. I grab my bags from the back and we make our way to the office again.

"Okay look, I got some strings pulled to make us have the same classes all day. I need you 24/7 if we want to get out of this hell-hole without being sued or taken to prison because you hid the body and I killed it." I say pushing open the door to the office. He chuckles lightly while talking to the secretary that I called out yesterday. Good times. She looks at me and I smirk while waving my fingers at her. Charlie-Boy looks at me and I smile innocently. Yeah, I may be badass but I'm scared shitless of my parents, and if Charlie-Boy finds out I may or may not have probably and secretly threatened her. He may or may not have probably yelled at me and called my parents. Just because I have the 'cool' parents doesn't mean they don't know how to discipline me.