Mech X-3?

Ch12

It's almost been a month and these monsters are killing us. Marissa and Mark are running themselves wild trying to fix everything. I feel really bad. Do you know that feeling you get when you're watching a scary movie and it gets eerily quiet before a jump scare? My life is the quietness and I don't want that jump scare. It was a Friday night, the girls and I were in the living room talking and what not during a sleepover.

"Roe, are you and Ryan doing anything for your one month?" Sparrow asked me poking at my leg. I was on the floor, my legs on the couch; I was laying on my stomach that way.

"I don't know, Ryan is extremely affectionate, but he isn't for the 'date' scene, I mean I feel like he would, but I dunno. A lot has been happening." I said shrugging and taking little bits and pieces of a candy bar that me and my sister were sharing. We don't eat a lot of sweets.

"So what's been going on with you guys?" I asked them looking t each for some type of reaction. My phone, that was I front of me, suddenly made a strange sound, I dismissed it because my phone can be stupid sometimes.

"I'm waiting..." Marissa simply said. The rest of us girls were confused, I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Waiting for what exactly?" Harri giggled.

"Mark is great but I guess I want something exciting or amazing to happen. Maybe I'm just asking for too much, ya know?" She looked down at her fingers, looking at her nails that she keeps saying should be done.

We all nodded, knowing where she's getting at. But now comes a whole new spectrum of relationships.

"How's our ships are they sinking?" My sister asked the two girls in front of us.

"What do you mean?" Sparrow asked.

"Is the S.S Spyrrow setting sail, like it should, we've been waiting?" I raised a brow at the brown eyed girl as her soft innocent face flushed pink.

"Oh my god, she's blushing it's happening!" Harri squealed, jumping up and down in her place on our recliner.

"Not yet, he's still feeling something for little ms. Camcorder. You know who I'm talking about?" She leaned on the arm of the couch, stretching her legs.

"Oh, I already know, and in all honesty she's not all that great." Harriet said annoyed.

"Well you don't have to worry about anything. You could have Harris in a literal heart beat." Sparrow tried convincing the peppy girl that we call our companion.

"What are guys talking about? I swear Harris cares about his gadgets more than he does me. Everytime I try to at least talk to him about something that involves an actual feeling that I have towards him he shuts down." She informed us, huffing and puffing.

"Sometimes guys suck." I said, flipping over on my back. My hair sprawled around me, my hands folding over my stomach.

"Why is it that we have the same problem, just in different spectrums." Spar rhetorically asked, all of us pouting.

"It's only 8:30 and it's already dark out." My sister announced.

My phone made the same noise it did before again. That's when my mom came in and sat beside Sparrow.