Glitch || s.m.

55.0

Jake's now out of the hospital, and strictly on bed rest. Alissa, Jake's girlfriend, is taking care of him for awhile while I'm with Simon, much to his dismay.

"I don't like her. What happened was not your fault and she was very bitchy about it," he complains while driving towards the grocery store. I smile at his glasses, having always loved them. "Not to mention she may forget his medicine, we don't know this woman. She could be crazy for all we know."

I silently grab his hand that's off the steering wheel and sigh as I lean back in my seat. "Stop worrying, she was just scared."

"Scared or not, you're his sister, and she didn't need to be-" he starts on a rant but I cut him off as he pulls into a parking spot.

"Stop thinking about it Sim, today we're having fun. Now, get out of the car and help me get the party stuff," I demand causing him to groan before he takes off his glasses and puts them in the middle compartment.

Once we're out of the car I regrab his hand and walk into the store. "What do we need?" he asks, grabbing a cart and walking down the first aisle.

"I don't know," I shrug looking around, party throwing isn't really my specialty.

"How about a watermelon?" Simon asks as he picks up two from the display, one in each hand. He looks like he could drop them at any moment causing me to cringe.

"Why would we need a watermelon, or two?" I question causing him to put them back into the display.

"Maybe JJ has a watermelon fetish," he mutters causing me to laugh.

"That's a wonderful image in my head, thanks," I laugh causing Simon to wink at me, over exaggerating it.

"Do we need red bull?" he asks stop by a cooler with some in it. I look at him flustered causing him to roll his eyes. "People will want to drink, so we need red bull." He opens the fridge door before pulling red bulls out. I try to count how many but I get distracted by an old lady glaring at us. I glare at her back, causing her to grumble under her breath. Simon's laugh brings my attention back to him.

"You're such a loser," he chuckles before pushing the cart into the next aisle.

"That's ironic coming from you," I retort and he rolls his eyes before throwing a few bags of chips into the cart. "Do we need alcohol?"

"We should have enough at the house," he shrugs as I flip a piece of hair out of my face and grab an extra bag of doritos.

"You guys sound like alcoholics," I mumble grabbing two jars of salsa.

"Ay, salsa," Simon says in a weird accent before breaking out into a weird dance, trying to salsa but failing miserably. He grabs my hands and pulls me into it and the same old lady from earlier grumbles under her breath some more as she wheels her cart past us with her prune fingers. I glare at her yet again and Simon rolls his eyes before pulling me and the cart into the next aisle.

"Who all are we inviting?" I ask as he starts putting a whole bunch of pudding into the cart. "What're you doing?"

"JJ and I like pudding when we're drunk," he briefly explains before continuing to walk. "And I don't know, everyone the helped you and Jake right?"

"Yea, but I don't wanna forget someone," I sigh continuing to grab random things drunk people might like from the shelves.

"I'll invite the people, don't worry about it," he insists. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice cake mixes causing me to smile.

"I wanna bake a cake," I suggest causing Simon to raise his eyebrows.

"A cake?" he questions and I nod my head before grabbing a chocolate mix and some random frosting. "Chocolate?"

"Yes because, you know, I love black people," I reference from when I was drunk ages ago. "Also we can have a cake fight."

"Are you gonna clean that up?" he asks and I nod walking ahead of him.

"And you can clean up the throw up," I agree shooting an innocent smile in his direction.

6.22.17

alright I'm serious this time, I know what's happening and this book is coming to an end.

I'm also thinking about rewriting in on a different account. Different plot twists and such, idk.

but it's nearly there I promise

aspen x