Under the Influence

Under the Influence: 16

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~ Chapter 16 ~

Belle

“Honey, I’m home!” I bellowed loudly as I entered the Greg’s house, knowing that this was going to piss Catherine off.

I heard Greg chuckle from behind me and I faced him and shrugged as if to say ‘whatever’.

I waited for any indication from Catherine, who I thought was most probably in the kitchen,  but to my surprise I heard nothing.

‘Huh, how weird’ I thought in my head.

Chucking my school bag next to the door, I entered the living room and slumped down onto the battered light brown sofa. It was uncomfortable so I had to wriggle my bottom several times until it felt a little better.  I sighed heavily. “Ahhh, it’s good to be home.”

“Last time I checked this wasn’t your home,” Greg pointed out from across the room.

“Whatever, you love me anyway.” I said nonchalantly, not bothering to look up at him. Looking up at the ceiling instead, I noticed a large damp circle in the middle.

“Hey, Greg?” I shouted as I reached for the remote control.

“What?” he shouted back.

“You have a damp!” I replied back just as loud.

There were a few moments of silence before Greg entered the living room with an amused look on his face. “You’re so random. Why the hell would I need to know about a stupid damp?”

“Well, you never know” I tried to reason with him. “Your ceiling might crack, fall on top of me and then I would die!” I said suddenly turning round with wide eyes to let him see the seriousness of my revelation.

Instead of comforting me, the stupid boy starting bursting out in laughter! His whole body was bent over as he chuckled loudly at what I had said. But I didn’t get it, what I had said wasn’t funny at all, it was actually quite serious.

As I just sat there watching Greg’s laughter cease to a complete stop, I asked him with a slight frown on my face, “Why were you laughing for?”

He shook his head in slight amusement, probably thinking how crazy I sounded. He sat down on the opposite seat to me. “Oh, I’m not calling you crazy or anything. It’s just that you just come up with some really weird things that’s all.” He started to play the hair at the back of his neck, something he did in embarrassment.

“Oh, okay then.” I muttered under my breath before turning my attention to the television. I don’t know what programme I was watching but it was basically about 30 girls fighting for a date with one man - desperate much?

But I can’t lie, it was quite entertaining and not to mention some of the men were smoking hot!

“Let the cherry see the bake well,” the programme presenter announced. This was one of his catchphrases most probably but I didn’t see the humour behind it. Well, whatever gets the ball rolling I guess.

As the single man came down the light purple elevator, my stomach grumbled loudly. My cheeks started to turn red in embarrassment and I hoped that Greg hadn’t heard that.