Just Another Stupid Love Story

Chapter Six: I Love You?

Brookelle quickly drove in and parked next to the hills hoist that was a few metres away from the house. She easily shut off the car and hoped out as I bit my lip and scrambled out of the car with my bag in my hand. Poison smiled at me as he wandered over to his mother’s car, opening the passenger door to grab out his school bag before closing the door and walking towards the front steps that lead up onto the veranda.

I blinked several times before jogging after Poison who had already left my sight. The red macaw that sat in a metal cage squawked at me as I walked past, as if to tell me I didn’t belong. As I continued to walk forwards I made my way to a sliding glass door where Poison was waiting with an old looking blue heeler at his side.

“This is Monty, she’s a bit feisty and tends to bite people she doesn’t know but otherwise she’s really friendly,” Poison stated as he bit his lip tenderly.

“She’s adorable,” I mumbled, as I nervously extended my arms forwards so I could scratch Monty behind her ears.

“She is indeed,” he replied, as he let go of Monty, realising that she wasn’t going to do anything. “Um do you want a tour?”

“Nah, I’ll figure things out as we go, let’s just get this over with,” I replied with dread in my voice.

“Not yet, I have to go feed the horses, we’ll just put our bags in my room,” Poison replied shyly as he turned on his heel and headed through the kitchen towards a small hallway that seemed to part of four times.

Poison wandered into the first room, the room was clean with everything in order. No mess was on the floor as his bed was pushed up against the wall where a window was. Next to the bed sat a small draw that had a small pile of books on it that couldn’t fit onto the large book shelf that was at the foot of his bed. Next to his bookshelf sat a studying desk, the chair that belonged with the desk was opposite to his closet.

Aiden chucked his bag carelessly onto his bed, watching as it bounced a bit from the springs. I copied his actions, my bag landing next to his. He smiled over at me before walking out of his bedroom as I trailed behind like some lost puppy.

“Aiden Nathaniel Crowling, get your skinny ass here!” I heard a female voice screech as a girl rounded the corner and stomped through the living room.

The girl stood around five foot nine and had her hands placed on her hips as she wore a scowl. She looked a lot like her mother, having the same chocolate coloured eyes and hair along with the dark tan. On her head she had her black sunglasses that seemed to be tinted a purple colour. The glasses held back her fringe as her eyes were thickly coated with make-up, her lips a shiny pink that matched her far too pink outfit.

She wore a velvet pink tube top that matched her plaid pink mini skirt that barely covered her thong. Covering her legs were fishnet stockings as she wore metallic pink shoes, holding her pink purse in her right hand. In her ears dangled pink tassel earrings while around her neck she wore a metallic pink ‘Justin Bieber’ necklace.

I blinked several times before mouthing ‘wow’. This girl was related to Poison? No, I don’t see it. She has to be... but, wow. I never thought this to be possible, sweet little Poison is related to something like... her, well I don’t really know what she’s like but she looks sluttish.

“What?” Aiden asked, speaking for the first time sounding sort of deflated.

“Your friend is a freak, who dyes their hair blue? And not any sort of blue but bright blue,” the girl said, getting distracted.

“Beige, I wouldn’t do that,” Poison warned nervously, his eyes flickering over to me.

“Do what? Insult her? Well if I don’t who else is going to tell her to get a fashion sense. I mean she would be such a cute blonde or maybe even a caramel blonde. Hmm, hey whatever your name is, can I give you a makeover?” ‘Beige’ asked, looking me over while my confused look turned to a scowl.