Bad Boy Detox

::Chapter 1-Barbie's Ken::

Chapter Status: Unedited

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::Chapter 1- Barbie's Ken::

     "Ugh. I hate how you're much more better than me in Call of Duty. I hate it." My older brother groans beside me while laying down awkwardly on the bean bag, barely supporting his body making his shirt go up and letting me see his stomach.

 "Ahh!" I scream in terror. I covered my eyes dramatically with both of my hands and 'collapsed' unto the floor. "I now saw your flabby stomach! Now I have to burn my eyes and migrate to Alaska, and change my name to 'Bubrina'." I cried, still covering my eyes. 

"Ewe, drama queen" Grayson rose from his lying position and pushed me more so that I fell from the bean bag to the floor with a loud thud. "And for your opinion, I get many girls with this 'flabby stomach' you call." He rolls his eyes and flops on my bed.

I got up from the cold floor.

"You're the worst, Gray." I rolled my eyes and flopped next to him. Grayson Maynard is my older brother. He is only two years older than me, but we are often accused as 'twins' just because we have the same hair color and the same eyes, but other than that, we're practically the opposite. I mean, he has tanned skin and curly hair, while I have the 'paled-as-frick' skin and straight hair. 

"Why are you staring at the wall?"

"Cause you're ugly as-"

"Gray! Emily!" Mom calls from downstairs. We both look at the door, as if looking at the door could get us anywhere. 

"Why?" Gray screams back in his thick british accent. We get no response. I groan. "We have no other option now.. thanks a lot birth giver." he mutters and gets up. He lets out a hand for me to take. 

Well,he can be sweet sometimes. I'm quite impressed.

"Well, well, you're too sweet now, aren't you?" I chuckled and took his hand, but unfortunately,before I can even get up fully, he lets go of me, causing me tumbling back on the bed.

"Well aren't you a big ol' donkey?" he exits the room laughing hysterically. 

Well, I take back what I said ladies and gentlemen. My brother is a massive fart.

"You're just jealous that Im better than you in Call of Duty." I mumbled while getting myself up from the bed. 

"Hey donkey! I heard that!" He calls. 

I laugh and exit the room, carefully making effort to not fall down the flight stairs to save me from being further embarrassment to my family. I smile cheekily when I saw mom and Gray sitting on the couch quietly. "Hey, members of the meeting. I am Emily Maynard at your service." I joked and sat down beside Grayson. He was giving me the stink eye with a smirk.

Mum looks at me weirdly-she always does when she sees me with Gray, Im even starting to think that she hates us, hopefully not- she clears her throat and rubs her hands together. "okay, so our new neighbors invited us for a dinner over at their place. I advice you both in your best behavior to get the best possible impression from them. And wear decent clothes!" she exclaims while placing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

Mum was always like this whenever she meets someone. She likes to be 'perfect' in front of them, she's a major perfectionista. 

"Its okay mom, you don't have to be so stressed about this."  I assured her. Her being nervous gives me some nerves, causing me to be painfully clumsy. I decided to head for a walk after slipping on my shoes. A very random thought indeed, I rarely go out of the house, also considering that I was barely wearing any decent clothes. I was in my grey workout shorts-its not like I was working out but I was pretty much comfortable with it and I haven't done laundry in about a month or  two- and then Gray's blackish hoodie, with some grey Nike roshe to top it all off. 

I brought out my phone and my ear buds and played 'Gold by Kiiara' and jammed it from there. 

Might as well eat some ice cream, its pretty hot in here. I headed to the nearest ice cream parlor and stood behind a boy with curly brown hair in the line. 

"Hey, what can I help you with today?" a cheerful teenage red head girl greeted me behind the counter. She actually made my day a little bit, how cute. 

I smiled at her genuinely. "Er, Hi. I'll have some cookies n' cream please" I ordered. 

she smiled at me and placed in the order. "sure, is that all you will get?" she asked, looking up from the machine.

I nodded.  "Fantastic, That'll be 50 cents" she grins. 

I paid and grabbed my ice cream and went for a sit by the window. 

"Fuck" a foreign masculine voice uttered. Its the most angelic voice I've ever heard- I would've complemented him but unfortunately I have already embarrassed myself enough by falling on my butt ungracefully. 

Way to go Emily. May I add that my cheeks definitely knows how to embarrass me by flaring up and immediately transforming me to a tomato.

"My ice cream.." I mumbled. This is the most heartbreaking moment of my life- watching my ice cream upside down kissing the floor instead of my lips. I looked at the figure that was hovering me. He was the one who owned the angelic voice. Although he has ice cream stain on his shirt, he still looks attractive. 

"Watch where you're going next time..." he grumbles and tries to wipe the stain on his white tank top. "You messed up my shirt." he complains.  

I took a grip of myself and stood up. "Er, look-"

He looks up at me and his face staring back at me blankly. "You owe me a shirt" he states firmly, he grabs a hold of his phone in his pocket and hands it out to me.

What am I supposed to do with that? Is he asking me out?

"Er, I can't because I can't really do relationships... I'm on a relationship detox." I mumbled. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered with an apologetic smile. 

His god-tastic face cracks up into a grin and soon he started laughing. My cheeks just went from pink to bright red, Geez. "I don't want to be in a relationship with you either, Barbie" Ouch. "Oh, but I would like to have your number because you owe me a shirt." 

I looked at him in embarrassment. Geez, should've saw that coming. 

My eyes snapped up to him and it narrowed. I placed my hands on my waist intimidatingly. "I was just testing you, Ken" Ken? what the actual frick Emily? was that supposed to be an insult? because it doesn't sound like it. "And its your fault too honestly, I lost my ice cream plus I wasn't the only one who wasn't looking because if I was the only one, we wouldn't bump anyways." I retort proudly. "And you could wash the shirt" I muttered to myself.

He smirked, amused. "Yeah yeah.." he rolls is eyes and retrieved back his phone and placed it back in his pocket. "Alright. I need to go now. Goodbye Barbie. Have fun with your flopped ice cream." He winks and did a salute before strolling away. 

That little.. savage Ken. 

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