My Enemy

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

The drive to Roman's house is surprisingly quiet. Too quiet. "What's with you? You're all quiet. Where's all your little disgusting innuendos, or the teasing?" I ask. "I can see you're miserable because your mom forced you to give me a ride. I decided to give some peace. I have some innuendos, if you want to hear-" "Nope," I interrupt. "I think I'll pass." "You do remember where my house is, right?" he dumbly asks. "Obviously, genius. You do remember we used to be best friends, right?" I ask in a 'duh' tone, cringing at the thought. "Right..." is all he says.

When we arrive to his house, I unlock the car doors so he can get out. I decide to wait to see if he can get inside, since it looks like his parents still aren't home. No lights are on. He walks up to the house and opens the screen door. He never opens the second door, so I guess it's locked. He comes back to the car. "Awe, you're still here? I guess you missed me already, huh?" I scoff. "No way. I was being decent and waiting to see if you could get in. I guess not, huh?" I ask. "Nope." "I don't see why you can't try the back door..." He starts laughing as I say this. He's hysterical. Then it dawns on me why he's laughing. Wow, he really just made that into an innuendo. "You're disgusting," I comment. "Thanks, Sweets." I make a disgusted face. "So what are you gonna do, since you're still locked out?" I ask, ignoring the pet name he just called me. "I'll just call one of my buddies to see if I can crash at their place. You're dismissed now, Your Highness." He bows. He's so annoying. "Thanks for the ride," he says, smirking. "Yeah, whatever." And with that, I drive back to my house.

The drive back is boring. I turn on the radio to hear Twenty One Pilots' song, Stressed Out. I love this song. I start singing along, and dancing as I drive. "My name is Blurry Face and I... care what you think." I'm not one to sing in front of people, but when I'm alone, it's quite a hobby of mine. I roll down the windows and let the wind massage my face and blow my hair. It feels good.

When I get home, my mom is sitting on the couch watching Breakfast Club, her favorite movie of all time. It's one of my favorites too. I sit down next to her and stretch my feet out, letting them rest on the coffee table. We keep the volume low, since Mikkey is already sleeping. We watch it for a little while. She pauses the movie and turns to me, smiling. "What is it that you need, my dear mother?" I ask, knowing that's her look when she wants something. "Do you think you could go to the store and get some Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?" she asks, in a childish tone. "I guess, but only because I love you," I smile.

I get up and put on my shoes. I grab my jacket, keys, and phone and head towards the door. "Thanks, I love you, Roxie Poxie!!!" "I love you too, mom!" I hate that nickname. She's called me that ever since I was little. "I'll be back soon, okay?" "Okay," is all I hear as I walk out the door. The door closes and I turn around to lock it. When I turn to face my car, I almost jump out of my skin. There, leaning against my car is someone I was not expecting to see... Roman.