Points system

The resturaunt

"Brianna, Clarissa this is my boyfriend John. John these are my sisters, Brianna and Clarissa." I say, he nods and shakes both of their hands. "And thats Josh and thats Zack." I say, pointing to the respective person. We sit down and the waiter places the napkins on our laps. We grab our menus.

"There better be fancy tuna written at the top in big flashing lights with an arrow that says 'eat this one'" John whispered to me. I ignored it and opened the menu.

French. Who the fuck writes the whole menu in French in a fucking western country. Who the fuck. Wait no what the fuck came up with this idea?

"Who the fuck writes the whole menu in French in a fucking western country. What fucker came up with this idea?" I hear John mumble under his breath and I laugh lightly.

"I just asked myself that very same question." I say and he smiles small.

"So John what do you?" Josh asks politely. I take a sharp breath and turn to John as he answers.

"I'm a comedian." He says and continues the conversation. Brianna and Clarrisa give me a pointed look and I sigh, preparing myself for what's to come.

"May I take your order?" I hear the waiter ask and I go wide eyed. I was supposed to do that wasn't I? I look back down to my menu as I hear the others order, pronouncing the orders correctly. Even John. I face John and he gives me a small smirk and I huff, fed up with this already.

"Fuck it." I say quietly and the waiter gives me a pointed look telling me he heard it. I give him a plastic smile and order the first thing on the menu.

//

"Bye guys." I say, waving to my family and driving off, not for a minute wanting to turn back.

"You get 10 girlfriend points." John says out of the blue, breaking the silence that had steeled between us.

"Why?"

"Josh and Zack are nice." He says.

"The rest of the family lose all their points. I remember why I haven't spoken to them in years." I say, slamming the door to my car and walking towards the door quickly.

"I'm ready for bed." John says, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"I'll add up tonight's points, you go straight up." I say and he does just that. I watch him walk up the stairs and turn towards our bedroom. I shrug my blazer off and kick off my boots. God it's hot. You know what? Fuck wearing clothes. I unzip my dress and step out of it. I walk toward the kitchen and straight to the score board.

Okay so John has 45 and I have 53. John got 10 points for the penguin tux. 55. I lost 50 for the in laws. That's 3. I frown slightly at my score and remember the addition of 10 earlier, leaving John on 56 and Me on 13. Looks like I'm on wash up tomorrow along with house work on Sunday.

I check the time quickly. 10:30. Eric should be here in an hour. I run upstairs quickly and quietly, my outfit in hand. I walk into our shared bathroom and brush through my hair before quickly throwing it up in a messy bun. I slip jeans and a t-shirt on quickly along with a hoodie. I grab my converse and walk outside with them, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Eric pulls up and I hop in quickly. "Can we have a slight change of plans." I say as soon as I'm buckled in.

"Sure what do you have in mind?"

"Can you just get me really, really drunk." I say, turning to him.

"Okay." He agrees.

//

"My mother is like a superhero bad bad."

"You mean a villain." Eric days and I turn to him.

"No. She's a super hero that's bad." I say.

"What's her power?" He asks.

"She has the power that no matter who, what, when, where or why to make me feel like shit." I stutter out and Eric just shakes his head.

"Get some sleep Gianna." He says, walking away.

"No!" I yell and I do the puppy dog face "Come cuddle me." I says and he huffs before getting in the bed and in fact cuddling me.

"Now get some sleep." He says and my brain responds almost immediately.

//

I feel the blanket suddenly get removed, leaving my body cold. I sit up slowly, the alcohol from last night catching up to me. I open my groggy eyes and see John standing over me.

"John what are you doing here?" I ask, getting out of the bed and ignoring the searing pain in my head.

"What am I doing at my best friends house? Oh I don't know not fucking him!" He yells and I wince. I put my head down and shuffle closer to the door.