The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Old Version)

I Want My Momma!

Rewritten is now published! It's better for me as a writer to create something I love then drag on with something I don't.

The Rewritten will
-have similar plot
-same characters
-have smoother transition
-overall better, just saying

It would mean a lot if you would check it out

Love,
Allie

I Want My Momma!

"Are you awake?" The Walkie Talkie blared. Finishing the braid I was doing to my hair, and pressed the white button with the famous Barbie logo.

"Yeah, you can come in, Dad left awhile ago."

"On my way."

I looked down at what I was wearing, A white knit pullover, skinny jeans and tan knee-high boots. Sighing I added an accessory, my sling. My slapping hand had a little bruise but was quickly healing, while the arm that Cara basically karate chopped, still slightly ached with every movement.

My eyes zoomed in on the kickboxing DVDs from Devin. Maybe I should start getting in shape...

Yeah right. I could just imagine it: Me weakly throwing punches, panting and gasping. An obese man would probably have less trouble than I would.

Chuckling softly at my stupid scenario of me working out with a fat guy, I made my way down to the kitchen where I saw Devin with his face in the refrigerator.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Startled, Devin bumped his head on the top shelf and pulled out of the fridge with sandwich condiments and two bags of chips.

"Hey." He replied as if he wasn't just stealing my food. I watched incredulously as he made two salami sandwiches while munching on the potato chips. I took a seat on a stool and I waited as he finished his sandwich making, expecting him to offer me one; because when you take someone's food, the least you could do is at least offer them some.

I reached for a sandwich but my hand was swatted away.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing?" Devin put his hands on his hips, "Did you make this sandwich?"

I opened my mouth to say something when he interrupted. "Exactly, No you did not." Devin took a sandwich and started eating obnoxiously at me while I gaped at him.

"Is it that time of the month, yeah?" I walked past him to the fridge and picked up a mandarin fruit cup.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me," Dropping some chips in his mouth, "I am just so hungry! Like all the fuckingtime!" Pieces of his already chewed food fell out of his mouth and I scrunched up my nose in disgust when he put them back in.

"Ew! Gross, Dev!"

"What?"

I shook my head and shuddered.

"Alright," Devin grabbed his other sandwich, a bag of chips in his hand, and on the way, drank the fruit juice of my finished fruit cup before giving it back. "Let's go!"

Driving in Devin's truck, a thought hit me.

Cara. Cara the Karate Ninja.

"The judoka." Devin said.

"What?"

"You said Cara the karate ninja. She does judo."

"Do you want to get slapped again?"

"No."

"Then stop talking."

"Yes Master."

I chuckled and looked out the window as we pulled into the parking lot next to the school.