“Get your lazy asses over here and HELP me.”
I heard the bang of the front door, and shot up in bed. Registering what was happening, my mind caught up rapidly; People in the house...Lexy...Asleep...Indie...
Touching Indie's arm, I leaned over and whispered, “Someone's here.”
“Mmm?” He opened one eye, looking at me.
“Someone's in the house.” I hissed, hearing the sound of something land against the wooden floor of the entryway. Indie's hand reached for mine, and I listened again:
A male voice groaned loudly, “We were only in the car with you for two fucking hours. How the hell does Indie put up with you?” I heard laughter, and turned to Indie.
He smiled, “It's...” He was cut off by the thundering of feet up the stairs, and his door burst open. The intruder stood, her eyes shifting between myself and Indie.
“Independence Kennedy Adams, I will fucking skin you alive.” She warned, staring at me “Does your girlfriend know you're home? Does she know you're sleeping with some groupie bitch?”
I, thankful to be wearing Indie's t-shirt and my shorts, threw back the comforter “That's it.” Walking up to her, I stared “I am done being spoken to like I'm some kind of slutty teenage girl who can't control herself. I am not going to be treated like this by you, or anyone else in this damn town who can't pull their heads out of their asses. So if you're ready to call me, Dawson Bennet, a groupie for sleeping in the same bed as my boyfriend, then you're about as ready for a slap across the face.”
Her eyes went wide, and her hand shot to her mouth before she asked, “Dawson? The Dawson?”
“Um...Yes.” I replied, my voice wavering just barely. She covered her face, and I heard a muffled scream between her fingers.
She groaned, “I am such a fucking asshole.”
“Yeah, you are.” Indie chimed in, his feet padding across the floor, stopping just beside me “Dawson, this is my sister, Amerricka Justice Adams. Or as I like to call her, the overbearring pain in my ass.”
“Hi, we spoke on the phone. I'm AJ.” She reached out her hand, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for ripping her a new one.
I shook, and tried to smile, but after my tyraid, it felt wrong “Nice to meet you, AJ. I can finally put a face to the voice.”
“I'm sorry I lost it; not to be rude, but you're not at all how I pictured you.” She admitted, and looked up at me anxiously while she headed out the door. The more I studied her, the more I saw the resemblance; their hair was similar in color, but her eyes were not blue as Indie's were. She was a bit taller than me, and rail-thin, like a model out of a style magazine. I followed her, thinking now would be as good a time as any to check on Lexy.
I shook my head, “No worries, and that's probably because I'm adopted. Also, sorry I went off on you like that. It's all just...”
“Living in Waldport.” She finished, nodding “I get it. That's why we got out.”
I looked down, seeing four boys hauling bags away from the front door.
One looked up, and yelled at AJ “Are you gonna stay up there all day, or stare at us some more?”
Down AJ trounced, rolling her eyes “Sorry, Dev. I was busy.”
“Being a bitch?” He asked, glancing at me and waving before turning to get another bag.
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Hometown Hero
Teen FictionDawson Bennet never had a permanent home. Traveling from restaurant to restaurant with her dads, no town held her in one place long enough to get comfortable with anyone. And signs don't look good, now that she's become acquainted with Indie, the to...
