To Be treated as a Queen

Chapter 10

"I hate to say I told you so Abby- wait, no I don't... I TOLD YOU SO!" Erica smirked as she poked me in the sides. I had just told her about me and Jake, his dad, and the shed... And his dad walking in on us in mid make out, she nearly died laughing. I didn't tell her absolutely everything, trying to keep some things just between Jake and I.

"Wow... Well I gotta give you credit Abby, I didn't know how much longer you where going to put love on hold, since Alec anyway." She sat up, crossing her legs on her mattress.

That name still burnt little holes into my stomach. Since Jake, I'd been trying my best to push Alec fully out of my thoughts so I had nothing holding me back.

"It just kinda happened, it definetly wasn't in my plans. He was driving me crazy and didn't even realize it till he kissed me." I laughed a bit, shrugging my shoulders.

"Funny how plans change, my darling. Funny indeed. For instance, Terry and I had made plans to have me over at his place, then Mom found out we'd be alone and that went out the window." Her face looked slightly stumped, as if she was trying to figure out how the two scenarios were the same.

"Don't hurt yourself, love." I patted her head, before standing up on the floor. I let out a big sigh before turning to Erica. "I'm starved, wanna go get some grub?" I ran my hand over my growling stomach.

"If only Jake could've heard that," She smirked, rolling Off the bed and standing. "Girl, I live here, we always have some grubbage in this house. How do you think I stay sane?" We both had to laugh at that. Erica had one of those metabolisms where you could eat the whole cow, and a gallon of hot fudge ice-cream and gain absolutely nothing, but she was always eating, she loved food.

We walked downstairs and scavenged the kitchen putting whatever we thought sounded appetizing up on the island. Cheetohs, Pixie Stix, a box of Lucky Charms, a jar of peanut butter, half a pack of bologna, and a pack of ramen noodles.

Delicious.

After mixing all of our findings into a bowl-no joke- we decieded to take our bussiness to the living room.

Taking a glob off our grub onto my finger, i licked it off giving the most disgusted look. Erica busted out into laughter .

"And what may your problem be missy?"

I pointed to the bowl, "This-this is crap...Nasty!" I picked it up and put it in Erica's direction on and inch or two from her face. "You try it, slick."

Her hands shot up, pushing the bowl back, "No thank you! Maybe we should call the boys over and force feed it to them."

"That would teach 'em." We stood there laughing till our sides ached, neither of us eating our goo.

I picked up the bowl and got a spoon from the drawer.

"I thought we were going to feed that hunk of gunk to Terry and Jake." She teased as I walked over and began scraoing the mess into the trash.

"Well Erk, sometimes you have to put things in their place and put them where they belong. That is what I'm doing."  A big gooey chunk landed in thebag with a nasty,THUNK, sound.

"YUCK!" Damian walked in an took a glance into the trash. "What  you doin? Tyin to gets sick?" We laughed at him, he soundes way to adorable at the moment.

"Indubedabley." I knelt down and poked his nose lightly, getting him to giggle.

"Whats that?" He asked poking me back.

"She means, yes, Damian." I stood up as Erica walked over to him and patted his head.

"In-doooh-bab-dah-ly" He tried to pronounce the word himself. It was like watching Nemo trying to pronounce anemone, he was always better than TV when we got him going."

Erica patted his head, "Don't hurt yourself kid." She smiled at him looked over to me.

"Speaking of the boys, Terry and I wanted to know if you and Jake wanted to do something, with us? Hang out, double date?" She started to pick at a clean spot on a counter near the trash.

"Um, sure...why not? We all haven't hung out since the first time Jake came here with Terry." I nodded. "Yeah that sounds great, I'm sure Jake won't mind but I'll bring it up later tonight when I call him."

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan, I know the guys have been having there own guy time...FOOTBALL GRRRRR!!!!" She made what I called a bull dog face, sticking her bottom jaw out.

"Gosh, with that face, I almost want to date you!" I teased before flopping down on the couch, Erica followng picking up the remote switching through random channels before stopping on old "I Love Lucy" reruns on TV Land.

"She's Great.' We both laughed, becoming consumed with what I considered 'classic comedy.'