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Survival Skill 19: Thou must experience "Titanic" Trouble

Survival Skill 19: Thou must experience "Titanic" Trouble

“You’re grounded for two weeks, Missy.” Mom reminded me for the sixth time this past hour.

“Yes, Mom,” I said wryly as I continued to walk to my room. “I heard you the last time.” Even though I still felt bad for doing this to Jamie, I knew I couldn’t do anything about it now. Sighing, I turned back to my Mom hoping that she got the idea that I already got all the things that she wanted to berate me with.

Unfortunately, Mom didn’t get the memo and continued to ramble on as I started opening my door. “I can’t believe you, guys, did this. Next thing, I might as well be letting strangers sleep inside the hou - “She let out a gasp as she stared inside my room before she could finish her statement.

I quickly turned my attention inside and a groan escaped my lips. Joey and Patrick were dozing off on my bed, spooning.

“WAKE UP!” I yelled.

Joey was the first to jolt awake and as soon as she saw Patrick’s arm around her, she quickly pushed him off the bed. Patrick woke up with a groan as he glared at a frustrated-looking Joey. Their attentions snapped to us when Mom cleared her throat.

“O-Oh, M-Mrs. Rodriguez,” Joey stammered. “T-this isn’t what it looks like.”

Mom believed her since she was fully aware both still had their clothes on. “Just go home, Joey. Its late.” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. “You, too, Mister….?”

“Patrick Lee, ma’am,” Patrick provided, standing up and brushing himself off.

“Right,” Mom dismissed.

“I’ll walk them out.” I offered with a sigh. Mom nodded and walked to her room, rubbing the back of her neck. I gestured Joey and Patrick to come with me and they lazily complied. As soon as we were outside, Joey made sure her profanities were heard.

“What were you f*cking doing, sleeping beside me?” Joey asked in frustration at Patrick.

“Well, I was tired and since you didn’t lock the door and I was too lazy to search for the keys, I decided to sleep with you.” Patrick explained, stretching as he did so.

“You are such a----“

“Can you, guys, please just shut up?” I begged.

Joey turned to me and her expression softened. “Something wrong?”

Yes, I think I have feelings for Rex Parker and my brother hates me. I don’t think anything’s right with that situation.

I nodded my head slowly. “I’ll tell you another time. I just need some rest right now.”

She rubbed my shoulder. “Sure, we’ll go get some ice cream tomorrow at the ma—“

“I can’t. I’m grounded.”

She looked at me in shock. “You’re grounded?” she questioned. “As in ‘stuck-in-the-house-as-punishment’ grounded?”

“Well, do you know other meanings for grounded?” I asked sarcastically.

“How ‘bout ground pork?” Patrick interjected. “You know, pork that’s been grou---“he didn’t finish when he saw my death glare. “I’ll shut up now.” I shook my head lightly in amusement.

“Well, it must be serious.” Joey told me. You have no idea. “I’ll call you tomorrow and you can tell me all about what happened and how 'Little Miss Responsible' had gotten herself grounded for the first time.” she said with a smirk.