"She had this way about her, a way I could never begin to describe. She was so beautiful when she was angry. She was hypnotizing when she was happy. She was so ambitious, so inspiring. She made me want to be a better person. This girl was like a dru...
"Lets play a game of whose life sucks worse... I'll win... I'll always win..." ~Ellen Pompeo
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Harley's POV
I walked into my house through the back door the next day, my black converse in my hands. Laughter erupted throughout the small kitchen as I entered.
"Where the hell have you been?" Fiona asked with a laugh. My brown hair was up in a terribly messy bun, I was barely functioning. I looked around the kitchen to see pancakes and bacon, a smiling Steve standing behind the stove.
Everyone began to stare as they all went silent. It was like everything stopped for a moment as my family stared me down.
"Slept at Ruby's last night." I muttered, taking my seat at the table. I put my head in my hands, I had a terrible hangover. After Ruby and I got back from our 'adventure' with the Milkovich's, Ruby somehow convinced me drinking was a wise decision.
"You look like shit." Lip said with a laugh. I looked up at my older brother and frowned.
"Thanks, asshole."
"Heard someone fucked with the Milkovich's car. You and Ruby wouldn't have anything to do with that would you?" Lip asked, a smirk on his face. I groaned as I put my head back down on the table.
"That was not my idea." I mumbled as I stared down at the fake wooden table. I wished I could take back those ten little minutes...
"Why do you follow Ruby around? She's just gonna get you in trouble." Ian muttered. I looked up and frowned at him.
"I don't follow Ruby around." I grumbled.
"Yes you do." Chorused Lip, Ian, Fiona, and Debbie. I looked over at Carl and muttered,
"You're my new favorite." His lips curved up into a large smile at my words. I shook my head, looking back at the rest of my siblings. "She's my best friend." I said with a shrug.
"Yeah she's a great friend... If Mickey Milkovich finds out that you did that shit to his car..." Lip trailed off. I rolled my eyes at the boy, this conversation was beginning to get old.
"He's not gonna find out. Bentley distracted-- shit--"
"You're talking to Bentley again!?" Ian practically yelled. I let out a groan and quickly grabbed my head, the throbbing pain picking up again.
"Harley, are you stupid?" Lip asked.
"After all the shit he put you through?" Fiona butted in. I rolled my eyes at their overprotectiveness. I couldn't explain why they were always so protective of me, it was almost as if they thought I was fragile.
"I'm not 'talking' to Bentley again." I spoke, using air quotes.
