JanTom: Complete Opposites

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Chapter Two : Friend

"What the hell are you doing here, Marco?" I crossed my arms while I look at the kid casually watching television at my own home.

He even feels like he's comfortable here to put up his feet on our glass table---which I absolutely looked with abhorrence, but knowing his attitude, chose to hold it in.

He turns to give me a glance, then reverts his gaze back to the television. He mutters, uninterested. "I'm basically family, Janna."

"We're not blood related," I pointed out with nonchalance.

"Just shut up, Janna. I'm watching an important episode here and you're distracting me," he murmurs, aggravation laced in his tone whilst he stares ahead on the screen. "---just be glad I pitied you then became your friend and came---knowing that you're a loner."

My eyes twitch because he struck a nerve. I grimaced. "I'm not a loner and you're not as heck my friend. If anything, why don't you just shut that mouth of yours and go back to your mother's womb?"

"Ha! How humorous, Janna," he dryly replied. "---you're joke is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Why don't you just hide in the corner? That's where you belong anyway."

I narrowed my eyes at him, out of insults to throw back at him. It pisses me off, but I'd have to be the bigger person this time. "Shut up, shrimp. What are you here for anyway?"

"Well I'm only here because your mother asked me to help you with greeting the new neighbours," he shrugs casually.

My eyes twitch in exasperation. "And why are you going with me? I can't believe this!"

I scoff out of disdain. "A twelve year old helping me? With greeting the new neighbours? What am I, five?"

This is absurd! I can totally greet people like any normal person. I don't get why my mother was inclined to ask this little brat to help me greet the neighbour out of all things! I'm not some cave woman who doesn't know the basic in greeting others, you know?

"Let me remind you I'm more mature than the average twelve year olds," he commented, giving me a look. "--and the only reason I agreed was because you're anti-social. You might use that sassy tongue of yours and put the new neighbours off."

"I'm not sassy!" I proclaimed, getting all riled up by this kid's accusations.

I'm not sassy, okay? Well, I'm more of blunt---if you ask me.

He ignores me and it makes my blood boil. I fuss but eventually gave up and calmed down as I watched the television with him.

Geez. My mother is really such a pain. Can't she trust me to do something simple like that?

. . .

"Janna, wake up," I groan when I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder. I stirr awake and glance around with my blurry vision. I rub my eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. I looked at Marco who was looking back at me and I realized I fell asleep by his shoulder.

"I swear you're so heavy," he narrowed his eyes at me. "---and I'm grateful your didn't drool at my new shirt."

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off him and yawned, smoothing down my skirt and jacket which was slightly wrinkled. I place my beret on top of my head which had fallen down while I had fallen asleep.