Lavender

Chapter Two

I want everyone to know that the comebacks down below in part The Show are not mine. I got them from a book by @Ellie202. Enjoy!

Making Blueberry Pancakes

I woke up with a lot of energy. Usually a 16-year old is lazy as fuck and can't get up of their lazy ass. I felt like I could run a marathon though. What did I have for dinner last night? Carrot soup with blueberry pie. That's it. Maybe it was the blueberry pie.

Satisfied with my answer, I climbed, more like fumbled, out of bed and trotted down the stairs. Dad was still asleep so I thought of making breakfast. How about blue berry pancakes and milk?

I poured the batter onto the pan and heated up the stove. Placing the pan onto the burner, I turned and headed outside to water the dying plants.

A few minutes later, the vegetables were soaked, it looked like it had rained 5 minutes ago. I walked back inside to see my beautiful pancakes almost done. I made some coffee for Dad with his morning paper and my chocolate milk with pancakes for both of us. Yummy.

Once the food was all done, I placed the feast on the table to cool down for a few minutes while I went to wake up Dad or he would be late for work. I silently crawled up the stairs to Dad's room. I quietly opened the door to find him snoring. Great.

I silently walked to the side of his bed and shook him slightly. He didn't wake up. I did it a tad bit harder, but he kept sleeping. I shoved him and he sat straight up in bed.

"Why'd you wake me up?" He yawned sleepily.

"One, you're late for work now. Two, I made pancakes." I grinned at his widened eyes. He jumped up and sprinted down. I followed him, laughing to myself.

He made his own plate with a little more syrup than usual dribbled all over his pancakes. He took a bite.

"Mmm! So good..." We finished our pancakes and got dressed fast. Since it was Saturday, I didn't have to go to school. But that also meant cleaning the house while Dad went to work.

"Dad!" I screamed as he walked to his car.

"Yes, Andrea?"

"Don't forget to bring home money." I whispered in his ear.

"That's only once a week on my paycheck." He laughed and he hugged me.

"Be back as soon as possible. I don't want to be here all day."

"Isn't Megan going shopping with you?"

"She had to cancel because she has a family brunch."

"Can't you go with her. I don't want you here all day either." He sighed.

"You know what. You're going to be really late so just go. I'll think of something."

"Okay." He nodded his head in agreement. Kissing the top of my head, he got in his car and drove away sfter waving to me through his window.

I smiled and waved back. Trotting back inside, I ate a granola bar while watching a show.

The Show

A girl with red hair stepped up to the guy with black hair. Their names are Callie and Drew.

"Is it just me or do you have the chest of an eleven year old boy?" Drew said, cocking his head to the side.

Callie screeched! "Why are you looking down there, pervert!"

"Please! It's not like you have anything down there."

She screamed again. She went silent for a minute looking like she wanted to spit out a bunch of shit that involved him being a sexual wierdo.

"No comebacks?" Drew said with an amused smirk on his gorgeous face.

Callie smirked back. "Nah, I've got plenty. I just had a hard time finding one stupid enough for you."

He looked like he could murder someone, but that didn't stop the bitch from smiling innocently at him.

"And guess what? You're fat!" She spat and this was definately no tea party.

He grinned. "Well, Callie. Not as fat as you. You're so fat, you leave footprints in the cement! That would always be your role. No one would dare take it from you."

Callie was beet red, and from the looks of it, she was going to claw his eye out. But yet she threw another treasuring comeback at him. "Are you jealous? Linda would definately be jealous."

"Who's Linda?"

"That toilet no one flushed, she's so full of shit. I met her at the High. She's a bitch." They laughed together...

Back To Reality

I clicked the T.V off. I think Drew and Callie are going to get back together. They were meant to be together. I jumped off the couch and sprinted up the stairs.

I fetched my computer and my fingers flew across the keyboard like lightning.

'Hey Megan! Are you back from the brunch? It's already 1:00.'

I waited and waited and waited. Nothing. I sighed. They must still be out.

Five minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. I skipped down the stairs and flung open the red door, to see a young girl about my age. She had fair skin tone and really dark brown hair with bright arctic blue eyes. She was wearing a pink long-sleeved shirt with an amber colored scarf and blue jeans.

"Megan!"

I hugged her and allowed her to come inside. She sat on one of the old chipped wooden stool right across from me and bit into a banana that was sitting on the countertop. Mumbling to herself about random junk that I couldn't hear, it was awkward. She said things only to herself and when I tried to ask a question she looked at me like I was a dirty rag and she was a high class tiara. Finally she got up and left without saying a word.

Well that was wierd. She always acts like this when something is bothering her, but it is never this bad. Then my mind stopped on something that clicked the puzzle pieces together. Her hug. It wasn't full hearted and she had looked like she wanted to throw up...

She had met a new friend who was brainwashing her into turning against me. You say I'm assuming things, but I know from experience. I lost one of my best friends to that whore they call Alana.

I scrunched my nose in disgust how Megan would chose that new friend over me. I cleaned the house to get rid of the thought that Megan didn't want to be friends anymore.