I Fake That Smile

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

Me and Logan were still high as fuck when we got to his mother's house. If you have ever been stoned at the supper table with your family, you will understand how difficult it is to pretend you are a normal human being. I kept trying to think of normal things to say at the supper table but it mostly just came out as nonsense.

We sat at the supper table; it was rather large, in fact everything in this house was rather large. The floor tiles were big, the ceiling never ended when you looked up, they had big coffee cups in the kitchen, and a large fridge. The toilet was of normal size though which was good I was kind of worried I would fall in. Also everything was really white, like there was not one black thing in this house which kind of pissed me off. "Is everything in this house white?" I asked. "You guys must be really racist."

I thought Logan's Mom was going to choke on her white wine (told you everything it white). "Excuse me?" she explained flabbergasted I would even say such a thing.

An African-American lady walked by collecting a few plates. "Oh wait never mind," I corrected myself.

Logan's mother glared at Logan and then at my sister. Arianna stared at me from across the table with this disgusted look. Her hair had been pulled back into a slick ponytail and she was dressed like she was fucking on a date with the queen, all prim and proper. What a little bitch. I glared back at her.

"If you don't stop being inappropriate I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Logan's mother explained putting her fork down quite harshly.

"I'm not scared of your fork," I mocked her putting mine down equally as hard.

"Logan," she glared at her son.

We all looked at him, he was just fucking staring at the chicken like he wanted to make babies with it. "I'm so hungry," Logan said," we can't leave yet."

Logan's mother just pouted then and I kind of laughed. Melissa looked like she wanted to smack us both in the head. Logan's youngest sister Clara was finding this rather entertaining while Arianna looked at me as if I were a dirty pig in the zoo.

I reached over and grabbed a piece of chicken and put it on my plate, I thought Logan might cry about it but he seemed to get over it rather quickly.

"Just wait until your father gets home and hears about this!" Logan's mom yelled getting up from the supper table and leaving.

"Like he'll even give a fuck!" Logan screamed back. He grabbed the bucket of chicken and then said, "We're leaving." He kissed Clara on the forehead and then left, me and Melissa both struggling to follow him.

Melissa took a hold of my hand so I could steady myself, while we basically ran out the front door. "Logan, get your ass back in here right now!" his mother screamed from the front door.

"I have some things I need to take care of," Logan explained.

"He's bullshitting you," I yelled over my shoulder. Melissa yanked my arm as if to tell me to shut up. It worked I was now moaning and groaning about how much my arm hurt.

Melissa got in the driver's seat. I hopped in the back and Logan got shot gun because his legs were longer, ass hat. Logan's mom stood in the doorway of her house not even bothering to stop us from leaving.

As we drove back to our shitty apartment I looked at all of the houses, they were all probably worth at least over six hundred thousand and I wouldn't be surprised if the people living in them were worth more. I saw one guy cutting his fertilized grass, who the fuck has time to fertilize anyway? Another man was playing football with his twelve year old son on the front lawn while the mother sat on the front porch with her young daughter playing tea party, they all smiled and laughed when the son dropped the ball on the ground. Further down there was a family walking home from the beach, blow up toys in one hand towels in the other, the mom and dad were holding hands while they pulled their two year old behind them in a wagon, he was fast asleep.