PROJECT: NYNE

Chapter Thirteen: Sky [Finished]

I was walking down the stairs to the main level of my house when I heard the front door spring open. I already knew who it was.

"I came in like a WREEECKING BAAAALLL!" Blaize sang as loudly as possible, then calmly closed the door behind him and put his candy-cane back in his mouth. "Hey, Sky." The "S" was slurred.

"What's up?"

Blaize showed me the newspaper in his hand and threw it to me, which I did not catch. "Check it out, it's all screwed up again."

I finished my descent and walked into the kitchen, setting the newspaper on the kitchen table. "I will, but I have to make lunch first."

"Sweet, whatcha makin'?"

"Don't know yet. Hey could you go get that please?"

Blaize looked at me strangely, then there was knocking on the door. "Sky, don't do that!" he laughed as he walked back to the front door.

"It's probably Xena, I invited her over."

"Hey, Xena!" Blaize greeted her with a grin and stood aside so she could come in.

"Hey guys." she said.

"Blaize, it's too quiet in here. Turn on Netflix or something." I said. I liked a little noise, silence was sometimes just boring.

"We should all watch a horror movie." I heard Blaize say in the living room.

"A horror movie?" Xena echoed.

"Yeah! They have been my pride and joy for as long as I can remember." I could almost see him putting his hand over his heart and pretending to look into the distance.

"Really? My mom wouldn't let me watch scary movies until I was fourteen." Xena said. My jaw dropped. I didn't like horror movies, but fourteen?

"What? No way!" I called.

"Yes way," she replied.

"Did you play soccer when you were little?" asked Blaize suddenly.

"Here we go again," I mumbled, walking into the living room. I had to see this.

"For a while, yeah. Why?"

"OOOH you have a soccer mom!" Blaize sang with a grin. I giggled.

"A what?"

"A soccer mom." Blaize said, his attention back on Xena. "You know, Caucasian middle-class lady who drives an SUV of some sort? Her kids are like her 'little angels' and are far more important than anything else EVER and believes they deserve to do anything more than anyone else, just because? She doesn't let her kids watch shows with the naughty words like crap, pussywillow and pants? Huh. Well usually the kids aren't allowed to go on the internet because all it is supposedly is about sex, pedophiles and useless crap that you can buy. Anything that isn't Christian is Satanic, so since the kids hate her so much they are in as many after-school programs as possible and are at day camp during the summer.

"Soccer moms are also usually seen bragging to people about how genius and amazing their children are, screaming at people, and getting into car accidents." And with that, he nodded his head once and laid down on his back.

"My mom is definitely not a soccer mom." Xena said, probably weighing what her mom did do and didn't do from Blaize's list.

"Denial," he said, very high-pitched.

"Am not!"

"Yep. Suuure." he taunted.

"Whatever." Xena mumbled. "Where did you even get that?"

"Urban Dictionary. Place has everything. And... if your mom really isn't a soccer mom, then you were a sheltered child, and I pity you."

Xena scoffed. "Were?" I laughed.

"IT IS TIME TO WATCH A HORROR MOVIE AND EXPOSE XENA TO THE MOST AMAZING THINGS CREATED! ALL IN FAVOR?"

"I!" I said.

"Good. Let's watch one, then."

Xena looked very unsure about the situation.

"Does your mom have road rage?"

"BLAIZE!"

"Okay, okay," Blaize coughed. "Soccer mom." he mumbled. Xena punched his arm, and he laughed. "Alright, so... what movie? The Conjuring? Yes I agree."

"I never said anything..."

"Hm?"

"He's wanted to see this movie for a long time." I explained to Xena. She nodded in understanding and turned her attention to the TV.

"CAN WE BUY IT ON XFINITY PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?!?" Blaize begged.

"Go ahead," I said. "Wait-how much is it?"

"$5.99..." He said quietly.

"What? We may as well go and buy the movie for keeps."

"REALLY?! YEESSS!"

I sighed and got up. "Okay, let's go..."

"Can I drive?"

"Definitely not."

Blaize hung his head but didn't argue. We got in my car and pulled out of the driveway.