That's Life, Bud

'I Don't Know What To Put So I Will Just Write Random Crap' by Fall Out Boy

"So . . . spill!" Emma whispered. Jet had picked her up on the way here and Patrick, Michael, and Addi were fast asleep, leaving us three awake.

"Yeah, we have the right to know, being your best friends and all!" Jet whispered-screamed back.

"Ok, ok! Shh!" I whispered and told them the story, from what happened in the 5th grade up until him storming out.

"Ok . . . so do you like him?" Jet asked.

"What! No, no, I just . . . he's not that bad but he isn't all that great either," I said and sighed. "Eighth grade drama is seriously the worst."

"Nah, seventh grade drama is the worst, but eighth grade drama is a close second," Emma said and sighed.

"Let's just go to sleep," Jet said and rolled over in her sleeping bag.

"Ok, goodnight," I said.

I was out like a light.

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"Bye guys! See ya later!" I said and closed the front door. It was 10:00 am and everyone had just left, leaving me alone. So, since I was alone, I decided to do what everyone does whenever they are in an empty house: sing until my lungs give out.

"Maybe were just having too much fun!" I sang loudly and walked into the kitchen. "Maybe you can't handle yourself- !"

"Would you shut up!" someone screamed from upstairs, cutting me off.

"Sorry!" I screamed back. "Wait, who are you?!"

"Take a guess!" Sam yelled back sarcastically. I ran upstairs to my room to see Sam standing there in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Why do you keep on barging into my house?" I asked and raised my eyebrows.

"Why do you keep leaving the door unlocked?" he asked in the same tone.

I sighed. "What do you want?" I asked tiredly and rubbed my eyes.

"I don't know, I'm just bored and I heard you singing so I decided to come over and see what you are up to. And what crawled up your butt and died?"

"I am just tired," I said and flopped down on the couch. Sam flopped down next to me.

"That is the biggest lie I've ever heard," he stated. He is smarter than I thought, I thought and silently cursed.

"Well, you don't have to believe me, but that's the truth," I said.

Awkward silence fill the air.

Sam cleared his throat. "So, um, sorry for storming out and stuff," he said and look at his shoes.

"It's fine. Just forget about it," I replied and stared at my wall, covered in band posters. I usually don't say 'I forgive you' if someone apologizes to me. I can let someone know that whatever they did doesn't effect me on the outside, but if I forgive them, my insides will eat up, knowing that I was trying to lie to myself and whoever I 'forgave'.

"Ok, well . . . " Sam said. "What do you wanna do?"

"I really want pizza," I stated and turned my head to face him. He was already looking at me.

"Papa Johns or Pizza Hut?" he asked.

I knit my eyebrows together. "Are you kidding me? Dominoes, you fool!" I exclaimed. He chuckled.

"Ok, ok, fine. Dominoes it is," Sam said. I smiled and stood up.

I looked out the window again to see it snowing lightly. The snow made me feel grodgy and gross and I was still wearing my pajamas. I need to clean myself up.

"I'm going to take a shower. Can you order the pizza?" I asked Sam and he blushed.

"I, uh-h, y-yes," he stuttered. He was bright red. Then realization hit me like a brick.

"Do all boys have dirty minds!" I exclaimed and threw my hands up.

"Yeah, kind of," he said and looked down, smiling slightly.

"My God . . . " I muttered and ribbed my forehead.

"I'll order the pizza now," Sam jumped up and headed out of my room and downstairs, obviously flustered. I sighed and made my way to the bathroom.

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After a quick shower, I changed into a pair of black ripped jeans, a MCR shirt, cabin socks, and a black hoodie. Next I dried my hair and straightened it. Then put on a little eyeliner and mascara and headed downstairs.

While I was making my way to the kitchen, I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door, expecting to see the pizza delivery person. Except it wasn't the pizza delivery person. It was someone I hadn't seen in 3 years.

It was my 21 year old older brother, Jasper.