And We Became Silhouettes

Chapter Two | Scary Spice And Everything Nice

This chapter is dedicated to @impermanent_ for being an amazing writer! Guys, she's new to wattpad and she writes better than most people. Ugh it's unfair. You should go and check out her stories. You could win the Wattys one day, seriously. And I have this special connection with people who have cat backgrounds.

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CHAPTER TWO | SCARY SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE (Well, Almost)

"I would have never imagined the drunkard to be an awkward teenage girl."

I glare at him. "Excuse me?" He definitely didn't refrain from jumping right in the deep end of concocted rumors. "Nevermind. What ever you heard, it's not true."

"I don't care." He has a stern look on his face now.

"Then why would you believe such crap. Look, i'm not here to blame anyone. I just came to check on you and to say sorry."

"Okay, you said it. Bye" Toby pushes his sister out of the way and starts to shut the door.

I stick one of my crutches in between the door and the door jamb. "That's it? You don't want an explanation or I don't know, gum?" I get a pack of gum out from my pocket.

"Gum?" He opens the door and stares at me with a questioning look. He steps out of the door frame this time.

"You know, chewable breath refresheners. Have you been living under a rock?" He does not look amused at all. Huh, tough crowd. "Okay. Well take it, as a peace offering." He continues to stare at me. "It's the only peace offering within my price range okay." A muffled argument comes from inside.

"Aaaand that's my cue." He hesitates for a second. "Fine i'll take your stupid 'peace offering'. Partly because it's impossible to eat anything in this house without dinnerware." A huge smile crosses my face as he takes the pack of gum. "You don't have to get all emotional about it. I'm sorry about earlier, I just have a lot on my plate right now."

"You probably shouldn't have ordered it then."

"What?"

"Get it? Plate- nevermind. You were saying?"

"I'm sorry and I guess I wouldn't mind talking a little. Just refrain from the jokes next time, okay." I nod in agreement. He steps back into the house and returns, with a pad of sticky notes and a pen. "Here's my number." He proceeds to write it down on a sticky note, with much struggle, then hands it to me. "Write yours down."

I take the pad and pen. "Smooth." I scribble my digits and hand it back to him.

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

I hear the crashing of what seems to be plates. "Sounds like you need to go."

"Yeah. Bye."

I back away. "Bye." And the door shuts.

I'm already halfway across the front yard, only to hear it open again.

"I didn't catch your name!" Toby shouts, his head peeking out of the door frame.

"Oh. It's um, Patrice."

"It was moderately nice meeting you, um-Patrice." He smiles and then closes the door. So he does have a sense of humor.

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I go through my refrigerator in hopes of finding some chocolate to go with my bacon. You may think it's weird but you'll never know. It's life changing. The more calories, the better, right?

I should get my priorities straight; I probably shouldn't leave the bacon frying unattended. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Even if that measure is burning the house down. Especially if five hundred people from school completely hate you, and thought it was funny to extend that hatred to your profile page. How and why did they ever add me.