Bad Boys Make Good Boyfriends

Surprised To See Eachother

III
+Emma Griffon+

"What'd you mean tonight?" I argue.

"Well, I got fired and I can't afford things." Liv says, her tone is as sympathetic as humanly possible.

"Then find a new job."

"Do you think it's that easy?" She puts her hands on her hips in a motherly way.

I roll my eyes "Please, there's tons of jobs."

"No there's not." She persists.

"Fine. I'm wrong. You can't hold a job. Good for you, but you're supposed to take care of me AKA the minor." I snap.

"Just finish packing the bags."

"Why? I don't want to move."

Live it's her hands on my shoulders and shakes me "You don't have a choice Emma!"

"Get off of me."

"I promise, once I find a job...everything will be fine." Live says and I comply, much to my dismay.

Once all of our belongings are in boxes, we throw almost everything into a moving truck and we get to the apartment in five minutes.

The street lamps provide the only light, besides the moonlight which is scarce. I lay my head against the car window...that is, until we hit a bump which causes my head to bang against the glass. I groan and Liv laughs, contrary to our exhausted states.

We move all the boxes from the truck into the living room, with the help of the movers, only having enough energy left to set up our beds in our bedrooms. My bedroom is a icky mint green on three walls and baby blue on one wall. I have the smallest closet on earth and a mini - bathroom.

I set up my bed in the corner, put my nightstand on the side of the bare mattress and plug in my lamp. We finish at 2:44 AM and I come to the conclusion of skipping school tomorrow, so I can get a goodnight sleep and whatnot.

After we set up our necessities, we say goodnight to each other and head off into our own rooms. It's odd calling a room I've never seen before mine.

I wake up at eleven thirty. I walk to the kitchen and make myself a plain old bagel. After I'm finished eating, Liv finally wakes up and trudged into our box-filled living room.

"Hey Liv." I say.

"Hi." She grumbles. She's not really a morning person, if you know what I mean. I think you do.

"I was thinking...how about you unpack and I'll look around the complex." I say.

"Sure, whatever." She responds, still too tired to have common sense.

I get up off the stool I was sitting on and take a shower. I put on a tank top with skinny jeans, a leather jacket and some combat boots. Very cliché. Very me.

I walk outside and take my skateboard with me. I weave around cars in the parking lot and then I find this awesome skate park at the end of the complex. I ride over to it and start shredding.

When my dad was still alive, about six years ago, he taught me how to ride. After about fifty thousand attempts to pull of tricks, I've finally managed to miraculously do at least an Ollie. Of course I've gotten better, but I'm not exactly Tony Hawk.

After about a half an hour laer, I decide to head back, so I start walking to my complex.

The sun beats down on me, causing perspiration to trickle down the back of my neck.

I crash into a stone-hard mass and fall backward. I land on my butt and frown "Watch where your going."

I look up to see its Chase and Eric and Cameron. Eric has a bike, Chase has a skateboard and Cameron has what looks like a two wheeled skateboard.

Chase holds out his hand with a smirk plastered on his face "Fancy seeing you here."

I push his hand away and get up,"Yeah. I moved here."

He nods his head and says "Why don't you come to the skate park with us?"

"I just went there." I say back.

"Why don't you extend your visit there?" He says, a bit forceful. I knew Chase wouldn't give up, so I just nod my head and walk back there.

I skate around the park, knowing well that they're watching. A few tricks here. A few there. It'll be enough to prove I'm not a failure.

I gesture for Chase to go and he copies my moves exactly. I mean right to the point. When he's done copying what I did, he nods his head meaning it's my turn again.

I shred on the pipe and do everything I know that looks remotely cool.

He goes after me and follows what I did again. When he finishes, I start and he does too. We ride together doing tricks simultaneously waiting and hoping that one another will crash. When I stop, he stops and kicks up his board. I kick mine up too, but he catches it before I do.

It's like something that could be straight out of Highschool Musical and we all know how much that movie bites.

"Nice moves, love." He smirks.

I roll my eyes and walk away, praying they'll follow because he still has my skateboard in hand.

"Hey love! Where are you going?" Chase says running after me followed by his boys.

"Please don't call me love." I growl and keep walking.

"You didn't answer my question love."

"Home." I answer.

"Well, home is where the heart is." Cam butts in. Eric laughs.

"Why don't you come with us?", Chase asks.

At this I turn around "Because I don't wanna do marijuana or vandalize some poor guys car."

Chase's eyes turn cold "I don't do illegal drugs...or any drugs for that matter. I meant we could go to the beach and hang out or something."

I look at my watch: 12:34.

"You have an hour." I say bluntly.

He smirks evilly "Well then there's no time to waste."