EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Oi, Lukey, get yer ass over here I got the original Poltergeist and the messengers prequel. I hear there's gonna be tons of nudity so viewers beware! lol
ANALDESTROYER: I can't today, gotta date with Jennifer, sorry :P
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: UUUUUGGGGHHHHH fine, how about tomorrow?
ANALDESTROYER: I'll try, although I doubt my mom would be cool with driving me into town just to see some movies.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: But Im your best fraaannd
ANALDESTROYER: oldest friend*
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Ouch, savage
ANALDESTROYER: thats what she said ;3
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: omfg, just come over, k?
ANALDESTROYER: mmmmmmmaybe.
ANALDESTROYER: gtg, Jenn's here.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: fuck her good for me kay? ;) lol
ANALDESTROYER: I will, but not for you. Ttyl Em
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I log off my computer and close the lid. The clock on my bedside table reads 11:34, but it feels like 2pm. Well, that's what you get for staying up all night to watch the Basket Case trilogy. I think to myself
The sun is just peaking through the curtains, showing it's hideous face to my abnormally messy room. I groan and reluctantly get out of bed. Crazy, how cold everything seems when you haven't moved from your bed for 12 hours. I shiver, and pull on a hoodie over my tank top. Oh god, it didn't help.
Coollldddnnneessss I think to myself. I can hear my family is already up, the pew-pews of my brother's video game and gurgle of the coffee maker drag me out into the living room.
"Good morning sleeping ugly." my dad winks at me from behind his newspaper.
"morning," I grumble back to him. My throat is still thoroughly coated with that nasty phlem stuff that makes speaking impossible when you first wake up. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take it black. The bitter hot caffeine slides down my throat, instantly waking me up.
"Stay up late again huh?" My mother sashays into the kitchen, literally sashays. Her perfectly curled blond hair flowing around her shoulders and perfect nose make me sick with envy.
In my family, looks was a blessing, one I was obviously not blessed with. Everyone in my small family, was probably a model at some point, or will be, in my younger brother's case. Big dark eyes and eyelashes I'd kill for, with flawless skin and perfect blond hair. Me, oh I'm exactly 5'6 and three quarters, with a blunt, curved body. If I didn't know any better you'd think I was adopted.
"Ehh, early is a more appropriate term." I grin at my mother. She rolls her eyes and pulls out a frying pan.
"I'm making pancakes, want some? Emily?" She looks at me expectantly.
"Um, no thanks, I'll stick to my coffee. Black, like my soul!" I make a face and my little brother giggles. I muss his hair as I walk past him back to my room.
Movie cases and CDs litter my floor, while books of various sizes and covers pile high on every flat surface. I move the bowl of popcorn off the end of my bed and lay back down, snuggling deep into the covers. I could easily use another hour of sleep, or five hours.
A short knock on my door, and my little brother Peter's voice mumbles through my door.
"Mummy says not to go back to bed, and that that's what you get for staying up all night!" He bounces away, and I groan. I was really looking forward to those extra five hours.
I take a long swing of my coffee, swallowing nearly all of it, and shake my head awake. Long brown waves fall over my eyes, and I push my tangled hair behind my ear.
I groggily pull on some jeans and tie my hair back in a ponytail. Looking in the mirror, the black eyeliner from the night before smears down my cheeks. I rub it away with the back of my hand, but a smudge of the charcoal lingers under my eyes.
The clubhouse should be open, seeings how it's nearly noon, and Saturday.
The Clubhouse, as its called by mostly everyone, is the spot to hang out for teenagers and kids. Not only do they have a game room complete with ping pong and dozens of X-Box games, they are also the cheapest place to get a ton of candy. I, am a regular for the moon pies, those marshmallow cookies dipped in chocolate get me every time. Also, my best friend James works there.
I pull out my bike, a light green cruiser that my dad got me for my thirteenth birthday and pedal the two blocks to the old building. The smell of chlorine and licorice floods my nose as I step inside the dimly lit building. Mostly, the place is empty, furniture as well as people. One wall looking out over the lake is covered in windows, and dusty light streams in.
I crouch low to the glass display case teeming with candies of all sorts. I can see through the glass my friend James lounging lazily reading a comic. I tap on the glass. He glances over and smiles to me. He already knows what I want, he's come in with me before countless times before he got the job.
"Moonpie, Nerds Rope and peanut MnM's?" He asks me, but he's already layer out the candy for me. I nod and hand him a wad of dollar bills.
"I don't understand your weird fetish with these things," James says, holding up a moon pie, "They're seriously gross."
"No way, the cookie to marshmallow ratio is perfect, and just the fact it's dipped in chocolate makes it even better." I reply, popping an MnM into my mouth.
James gags and puts the money in the cash register. "But they're so...crumbly." As if to prove it he opens my cookie package and pokes it. The moon pie practically dissolves.
"Hey! Why're you abusing my poor cookie friend?" I ask, putting the pieces back together.
"If a barely-edible cookie from the eighties is your "Friend" then you're even more of a loser than I thought."
I glare at him and take another bite.
"Whatever, so did you hear Luke lost his V-card?" I asked James, he nodded and grinned.
"Yeah, he actually just texted it to me, seems really proud." He says.
"Well wouldn't you be if you finally did it?" I inquire my best friend, who sheepishly looks at the ground.
"Yeah i suppose, but I definitely do NOT need the gruesome details." I laugh and throw away my empty moon pie wrapper.
James' boss, Mr. Garcia, suddenly appears, and I see james stiffen.
"If you have time to lean, you've got time to clean. Get to it Moore." The overweight man shuffles off, grumbling about ungrateful employees. James sighs, "I wasn't even leaning on the counter.." He murmurs.
I stuff the rest of my candy into my pockets and wave goodbye to James, promising to hang out later once he's off work. Pedaling home, I laugh thinking about Luke having sex. Tall, lanky awkward-as-all-hell Luke, having sex. I wonder to myself when I'll do-it for the first time. I haven't had a boyfriend in months, almost a year now since I dumped Alex.
Nah, it's not gonna happen. I think to myself, I'll just die alone with a gazillion cats and moon pie wrappers.
