You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

When I woke up the next morning, I was greeted by really, really loud music from downstairs. 

I groaned and looked at my clock. Eight in the morning. That's too early. Picking up a pillow, I shoved it over my head to try to block out the ungodly noise. 

Then the music turned up louder, if that's at all possible. It’s as if whoever was behind this scheme was watching me and just trying to annoy me.

What the hell are Scooter and Carin doing down there? I cannot deal with this every morning. 

I grunted as I pulled myself up out of bed. Tossing my hair in a messy bun on the top of my head, not caring that my hair probably looked like a rats nest, I stormed down the stairs. 

The music got louder the closer I got to the first floor. I swear my ears were going to burst. 

The first thing I did was stomp over to the stereo in the corner to turn down the god-forsaken music. 

"Hey!" screamed an angry voice from the kitchen. 

I groaned. That was definitely not Carin or Scooter. 

He walked towards the room, and I face-palmed. 

"Holy shit," I mumbled as he came into view. "What... what happened to your hair?"

It was cut really short now. Like, an inch or two had been chopped off by some Bieber-hater in the middle of the night. Why didn't I think of that?

"Uh, well," he spat, obviously not in the best of moods either. "Some bitch that I know can't take a joke and flung gum into my hair- which, by the way, got so stuck," he pointed to his now short hair. "That I had to get it cut out."

I laughed a full on belly laugh. "Ha ha. Sucks for you."

He grunted. "While we're on the subject, what happened your hair?"

My laugh turned into a scowl. "Someone was blasting music so fucking loud that I woke up because of it! My hair is like this because you woke me up! So I'm sorry if I don't look absolutely perfect for your presence, Mr. Famous!"

He looked to the ground. Twiddling his fingers around, he mumbled something that I couldn't hear. 

"What?" I snapped, annoyed. I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn't hear him. 

He mumbled again. 

"I still can't hear you, asshole!"

"I said I'm sorry, okay?!" he yelled, snapping his head up to look at me. 

I took a step back, stunned at what just came out of his mouth. He apologized. 

That's a first. 

He ran his fingers through his new hair, and it was awkwardly quiet for a minute. 

"Um, where's Carin and Scooter?" I asked in a small voice. 

"They said they'd be back later," he snapped, still angry. 

He turned around and stormed off towards the kitchen. 

I sighed and followed him. Man, was this kid hormonal or what? First, he’s so god damn annoying. Then he gets all sweet and caring. And then he gets pissed off! I swear, I will never understand boys. 

Justin was at the fridge when I walked into the kitchen. He was facing away from me, so he didn’t see me walk in. I looked around and saw a few food items on the counter- like spray cheese, jello, some sort of chocolate pudding pie, strawberries, and some cold macaroni and cheese. 

I walked up behind him and lightly put my hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned around to face me, as if he knew I was there, but he didn’t want to acknowledge my presence.

I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. I reached up and flicked his hair around a little. 

"You know, I kind of like your new hair," I said. Holy shit, did that just come out of my mouth? I just complimented him? I was mad at him a second ago . . .

Wasn't I?

Wow, bipolar much? I must have PMS.

Justin smiled small. "Thanks," he said honestly. His tone surprised me because it was soft, like he actually was grateful for my compliment. 

I dropped my hand from his shoulder, and he walked past me. 

I opened the fridge and looked inside for something to eat. Nothing looked appealing, so I shut it. 

I sighed. 

It was then that I felt something hit my back. Turning around slowly, I looked at the strawberry on the ground that just hit me. Looking at Justin, who was purposely avoiding my eye contact and trying not to laugh, I understood what he was trying to do.

Bending over to pick up the strawberry, I threw it back at Justin, nailing him in the shoulder. Surprised I actually hit him, he looked at me with an 'oh no you didn't' face. 

I turned back to the fridge. The I felt a bunch of little chunks hit me in the back. 

Cold, slimy chunks. 

Macaroni. 

I turned around slowly, looking at all the noodles on the floor. I can only imaging that the back of my white shirt was now cheese-stained. 

Justin was smirking at me. 

"Really?" I asked. 

He shrugged. 

Reaching inside the fridge, I grabbed the first thing I saw, which just so happened to be a bottle of chocolate sauce, and ran at Justin before he had the chance to react. Jumping on his back, I dumped some of the chocolate sauce on his head. He staggered around, adjusting me on his back so I wouldn't fall off. But, I didn't see that he had also grabbed the spray cheese in that process. 

He reached around himself and started spraying the crappy cheese-in-a-can into the back of my hair. 

With a yelp, I quickly dropped off his back. I tried to run away, but he turned around just as fast and grabbed me around the waist with his left arm, holding me in place. 

He sprayed the spray cheese into my hair until the can ran out, and by then I had spray cheese thick in my hair and running down my back. 

Justin held onto me tighter as he reached on the counter and grabbed the bowl of jello. He held it over my head, and paused. 

I froze, silently pleading with my eyes not to dump it on me. Shaking my head no, I started to beg that he wouldn’t pour that on me. “No, plea-”

The jello being poured on my head cut me off. Bieber was laughing at my expense, and I had to hold back from hitting him. Blue jello on a white shirt. Lovely.  

I stiffened and turned to face him. The gelatin was running down my face, mixing with the spray cheese in my hair and on my back. 

Bieber was still laughing, and no matter how mad I was, his laugh made me start to laugh. But without him realizing it, I reached behind him, grabbed the pie, and then successfully shoved it in his face. 

I burst out laughing when he froze now, and he finally released his arm from my waist. 

He wiped his eyes so he could see before grabbing me again, now laughing as well. I bent down, trying to escape, but I slipped on the macaroni and went down hard, bringing Justin down with me. 

We fell onto the floor, laughing. You know, when he wasn't annoying me, he was actually kind of a funny guy. 

"Hey, Landry?" he asked when he caught his breath. 

"Yeah?" I said, still trying to calm myself from all the laughing. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped short when we heard a deep rumbling sound. 

The garage door. 

I looked around at the kitchen and saw how messed up it was. 

Shit.