Duck In The Battlefield

So Much For Watching TV

Chapter 9

I want to murder my face.

I want to climb in a rat hole and let the rats to eat my stupid self.

 I am so pissed I want to cry. I am so pissed that I am never ever going to eat peanut butter again it's too much violence.... okay maybe I'm overreacting, peanut butter is still a yes.

Dumb Chaya. Dumb.

After I tried to kill Chase I gave him the jewelry box and ashamed I took my bike home. I hit my palm against my face repeatedly but stop at the sound of something slurping. Looking up I meet my brothers blue eyes watching me amusingly while slurping his soda.

"What?" I groaned, sitting up straight.

"Nothing," he said still slurping his Big Gulp soda.

"It is six in the morning why the hell do you have a soda?" I questioned as he continue slurping.

"Don't know," he mumbled.

"When did you get it?" I asked feeling a headache coming along.

"Don't know."

I let out a frustrated sigh as I pushed out my chair, walking to the fridge and pulling out a milk gallon.

In the middle of pouring my glass I could hear Mike's obnoxious slurping get louder. I turn around to see an empty table and room.

Okaaaaay.

Lightly shaking my head I turn back around dropping the milk as it pours all over the ground, my shrill scream echoing around the room.

Outside Mike is standing in front of the window wearing nothing but his My Little Pony boxers.

"What the hell!" I shout as Mike slurps his soda his other hand scratching his butt.

"I don't want to hear the neighbors complain about you again get inside," I lecture Mike and he pouts.

"Unbelievable," I sigh, reaching down to pick up the milk gallon and place it on the counter. My eyes moved back up to find nothing outside.

Furrowing my brows I clean up the spilt milk and walk into the living.

"What are you doing?" I complained to Mike who was laying spread out like one of those animal rugs across our living room floor.

"I'm booored," he whined kicking his feet.

As you can tell immaturity runs in the family.

I flop down on the couch adjusting the pillow behind my head.

Watch TV then," I said staring at the blank screen.

"Duck, what a great idea, why didn't I think of that?" he said sarcastically.

"Is it broken?"

"No."

"Then why aren't you watching it?" I replied rolling my eyes,

"I lost the remote," he mumbled burying his face into the ground.

My eyes widen as I turn to look at my brother in disbelief.

"Idiot," I say getting off the couch.

"Why didn't you buy a remote? And stay in the car!" I yelled for the fifth time ignoring the looks I got from customers.

"But it's boring in here," Mike whined over the phone.

"You should have gotten dress then," I said looking through the electronic section.

So yes it may sound crazy that I came all the way to the store to buy a TV remote instead of just manually changing channels but in my defense the TV will get lonely and who am I to deny him a friend. It

"Well you didn't get dressed," he pouted.

"I didn't have to I'm wearing appropriate pajamas," I said looking down at my SpongeBob pajama dress and red boot slippers, "Besides I just found the remote I'll be out soon."

I leaned forward and grabbed the thin plastic, replied by silence.

No way.

"Mike you better have not," I panicked running to the cashier throwing her a twenty dollar bill for an eleven dollar remote.

Running close to the car as a rock pierced my foot through the thin slippers making me wince forward and squish my face into Mike's car window peering into the emptiness.

"Oh Duck," a singsong voice called out.

Turning I see Mike, his fruity My Little Pony boxers and white Nikes standing a few feet away from me with a chocolate bar in his hand.

"Mike, get in the car," I say cautiously as Mike slowly makes his way towards me his evil smile covered in chocolate.

"Kiss!" he shouted as he ran to me.

"Aaaah!" I throw the remote at his head and start sprinting away.

Running down the parking lot I jump on a dumpster lid, turning back to Mike as he yells, "Duck, why don't you love me!"

People stare at the half-naked guy, their eyes popping out and turning towards me. Placing both hands on the brick wall in front of me I toss myself across.

My feet stomp on floor as I stand straight throwing my arms out, a grin plastered on my face "Leap frog style suckers."

"Duck stop being mean," Mike puffs out from the other side of the wall as I remember why I was running.

Nearly halfway to the apartment complex I turn my head to see Mike lamely drop down from the wall huffing in and out as he continued chasing me.

Stupid boy has as much athleticism as a koala.

Snickering at him I turn a corner into a hallway my face immediately smashing into a tough surface, falling over and knocking on top of someone.

"Duck I love you why can't you love me!" Mike's voice and footsteps ring out in the hallways.

Whimpering I pinch my nose and just as I am about to raise my head.

"What the fuc-" a  voice underneath me spat as I cut him off by shoving my fingers into his mouth when Mike's steps are clearer.

"What the hell's wrong with you!" I squeak when the guy chomps down on my fingers and I retreat my hand to my chest.

"What do you mean what's wrong with me you're the psycho putting your fingers in my mouth!" he yells at me his stormy grey eyes piercing me as he stands up and not until I fall off him and onto the ground did I realize I was sitting on him.

"Ow you freaking douchebag you could have warned me or something," I say as I rub my behind.

"Your some crazy bitch aren't you, you want me to warn you!" he practically growled.

I tutted him on his inappropriate language and he stared at me in disbelief.

"Duck!" Mike sings interrupting the bickering in the hall. My head snaps behind me to look at Mike in his oh so lovely "attire".

"I love you so much," he says running to me his lips puckered.

Jumping up I turn around and glare at the guy from earlier, "It's not over," I hiss before I run down the hall with Mike right behind me.

"Noooo!" I cry as Mike is on top of my smothering me with chocolate kisses.

Mike laughs maniacally as he begins to tickle me and that's when all hell breaks loose.

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"Okay I admit maybe I took it too far," Mike says sitting down on the couch, placing the ice bag over his black eye.

"You think", I pouted rubbing my sore ribs.

.And you know what .... we still don't have a TV remote.