21st Century Breakdown: Nathan and Ari

6 - Last Night on Earth

Okay. SO, I promise that starting on June 20th (my last day as a seventh grader, thank the Lord), there will be regular updates. Maybe, like, every other Wednesday from then until, like, mid to late September. MAYBE.

And that means, since I've been such a bad upload-er, I'm devoting all my free time this summer to reading and writing!

Okay, go read now. I'm done ranting.

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Chapter 6

Ari Armstrong

When I woke up, I was still fully clothed, but instead of being in the backseat of Joey's car, I was lying on the couch in my living room under my zebra blanket from earlier and feeling back to normal. I looked around the room, first realizing that it was two in the morning. Second, I noticed that Nathan was asleep in the recliner across from me, wearing his pajama pants, Nike slides, and his favorite grey sweatshirt, with his glasses on the end table next to him, which means he went back to his house at some point tonight/this morning. He looked comfy.

I jumped at the sound of footsteps coming from my kitchen, but calmed down once I saw that it was just Anthony, coming back carrying a bag of microwave popcorn and wearing his pajama pants and Adidas slides and glasses...and he was shirtless. So he went back to his house, too.

"Well, little Miss Party," Anthony laughed, plopping down on the love seat across the room, "finally awake, are we?" I laughed lightly, throwing my zebra blanket off of me and wordlessly walking out of the living room. I could hear Anthony laughing behind me as I went to take my combat boots off beside the front door.

The smell of popcorn was so overwhelmingly good, I had to go back into the living room and steal some from Anthony. And make sure that he didn't draw on Nathan's face while we were sleeping, because that's just what Anthony would do and I wasn't really paying attention to Nathan's face when I first woke up. Rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands, I entered my family room again, and I was about to attack Anthony's popcorn - that he stole from my kitchen, mind him - when I noticed that he was watching Paranormal Activity 3. And I didn't have that movie on DVD.

"Anthony, did you order that on demand...?" I asked, slowly coming to a stop right in front of the blond boy lazily lounging with his leg hoisted over the back of the tiny couch. He nodded smirking at me, his head almost falling off the couch because of the slight movement. "Fuck! Mom and Dad told me not to order anything on demand unless I asked them first!"

He laughed. "Billie Joe came down here when he smelled my popcorn and I asked him. Calm your hormones, girl," he said, stuffing another handful of popcorn in his mouth. I laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully and taking a handful of popcorn for myself.

Just as I was about to go upstairs and change into my pajamas, I heard a loud groaning sound outside, followed by loud giggling which was probably supposed to be cute. It was really annoying, though.

"Boo, you man-whore," I laughed as Joey walked through the door, with none other than a highly intoxicated Emma Tyler clinging to him for support. She laughed along with Anthony and me, probably not ever understanding what I was implying...or anything, for that matter. Every once in a while, she clumsily tried to reach up and attack my brother's face with her lips, but he smoothly deflected her each time.

"She needed a place to crash," Joey explained, walking her right past the kitchen and up the stairs into oblivion, as far as I'm concerned. I heard a loud crashing sound come from his room, and I only suspected that it was Emma falling either off of his bed and onto the floor, or straight onto the floor because she's just stupid enough to do so.