The Snowball Effect (Work in progress)

Chapter 4

"You skipped school ?!" My mom screamed walking towards me right as I came through the front door.

"Look it's not that big of a deal, I almost have straight A's." I replied shrugging as I started walking up the stairs to my room.

"YES, exactly! Almost! You should be focusing on grades! You'll be going off to college soon!"

"Mom, I'm just Junior, I've got time." I replied rolling my eyes and slamming the door to my room shut. I could hear my parents arguing downstairs,

"Come on Loraine, he's just a kid. Give him a break." My dad took my side quite a lot, we were pretty close.

"No Arthur, he's out of control. It's the first day back and he decides to skip school!" My mom answered frustrated, they went into their room and closed the door so I could no longer hear the argument. I sat down on my bed and started watching Netflix, I watched 'Gotham' for a while until my phone started ringing, I saw it was Rebecca so I answered.

"Hey" I said casually, unsure of what to say,

"Hey Flower boy, what're you doing?" She replied sounding happy.

"Not much, I'm watching Netflix on my bed. How about you, what's up?" I answered, her voice making me smile like an idiot.

"Nothing I'm just scrolling through Instagram; my parents and Jordan are going out later, do you want to come over?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there in 5 minutes." I said hanging up and rushing out of my room. I told my parents I was going out, I grabbed my bike and I rushed to Rebecca's house. I texted her saying I was almost there and she told me to just let myself in because her parents had already gone out.

We sat together on the couch and watched Netflix until we got hungry, "Do you want Pizza?" I asked her.

"Yeah sure, get a margarita pizza. Oh! Get some garlic knots too!" So, I got up and called Pizza hut, they said it would be there in about 20 minutes so we sat down and continued watching 'Rick and Morty' until the pizza came.

When the food arrived, we sat down on the floor with the pizza and started eating. We talked about the old times when we were young and didn't have a worry in the world. "OH MY GOD! Wait come here." She said laughing and running up the stairs grabbing my hand, we got to her room and sat down on her bed. She told me to wait there as she went to get something, she came back with a black leather-bound book that said: "Q&R Memories" on the cover of it. She opened the book and there were a bunch of pictures of us, it went from first grade to now. We laughed as we recalled the various moments, we went from riding our bikes to school together when we were 7 to spending Halloween night throwing eggs at our enemy's houses when we were 15. She put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her, we kept flicking through the pages until she stopped me and pointed at a picture of her with ketchup all over her hair. "Do you remember this? It was my 8th birthday party, we had a food fight and you put ketchup all over my hair." She laughed,

"Really? I honestly see no difference." I said teasing her, she hated it when people made jokes about her hair.

"You prick!" She said laughing as she pushed me, I gently pushed her back with my shoulder "Oh so this is what we're doing? Alright, prepare to lose Flower boy." She said as she got on her knees and tried pushing me onto my back, I put the book down next to us on the floor and pushed her arms back so she couldn't push me back. Then she wrapped her arms around my waist and started kissing me, I let my guard down and put my hand on the back of her neck and kissed her back, she took advantage of the moment and put me on my back not breaking the kiss until both my shoulders were on the mattress "I told you that I would win." She whispered looking deep into my eyes, I looked from her eyes to her lips then I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer to me kissing her again. We stayed on the bed kissing for a few minutes until she wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my chest, I put my arm around her back and ran my fingers through her hair looking around her room, the room I'd seen hundreds of times, the light blue walls, the also blue curtains, the white cupboard with all the little drawings she'd put on the sides of it, she really is an extraordinary artist. I spotted the Polaroid camera on her bedside table so I took it and pointed it towards us,