You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

By the time I got cleaned up, it was about one in the afternoon. I had taken a shower to get the spray cheese out of my hair, changed into black shorts and a white tank top, dried my hair, but left it curly, and put on a minimal amount of makeup. Honestly, I was taking my sweet time. There was no way I was going to hurry back downstairs when I knew I was going to be yelled at.

After another twenty minutes of messing with random things, I was not being able to delay the inevitable any longer. Slowly walking down the stairs, my nerves shot through the roof. When Scooter gets pissed, he gets PISSED. 

He is going to kill Justin and I. But I guess that's what we get for having a food fight in the kitchen. 

When I reached the bottom, I saw Justin and Scooter talking quietly from where I was around the corner. They couldn't see me, but I could see them, so I felt like a creeper.  

I walked into the living room where they were, and they both turned to look at me. Justin flashed me a quick smile, but Scooter's face was blank of any emotions. 

"Landry, can you sit next to Justin, please?" Scooter asked. 

Please? He said please? And in a nice tone . . . What?

I nodded and took my seat. Even though I would rather sit on the floor than next to him, I didn’t want to piss my uncle off anymore than he already was. Justin smiled at me again, and I returned it. I didn't know what was up with him, but something was. He never just smiles at me like that.

"Okay," Scooter started. "Before I start-"

"Scooter, we're sorry. We really are, and-"

"Sorry?" he cut me off. "For what?" 

I blinked. Was it not obvious?  We fucking trashed his kitchen! Well, it wasn't as bad as it could've been, but still. 

"Oh, I'm not mad about the kitchen," he continued, leaning back against the couch and relaxing his arms on the back of it. 

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Really?"

He nodded. "Justin explained it all to me, and as long as you two weren't fighting like you were last night, then it's okay. But if you fight like you were last night, then you will both regret it. Okay?"

I nodded, and watched him get up off the other couch. 

He started to walk away, and right as he was about to turn the corner, he turned back to me and said, "Oh, and we changed the date we are leaving for the tour, Landry.”

My head shot up. “What?”

“We leave in three days. The original flight we were going to take was cancelled, so we changed plans real fast."

Sighing, I nodded again. “Fine.” It wasn’t like they could make this summer any worse, so why not just start it sooner? Maybe that way it’ll end faster.

When Scooter left the room, I turned to Justin and said, "What did you say to him?"

He shook his head. "I really didn’t say much. I just came downstairs from the guest bathroom, and he seemed fine. He started talking about my tour and stuff. He wasn't mad at all."

"So we just need to not piss him off," I said. “Seriously, I’ve been yelled at by him when he’s mad before, and it’s not something I want to do again.”

"Yeah, I agree. I know what you mean by being yelled at, too. He can be quite scary."

Nodding, I stood up from where I was sitting. “Yeah. And it’s good to know we’re on the same page.”

Okay, as much as I hated this kid when I first came here yesterday, he really wasn't that bad. 

***

The days passed too fast after that. Justin was over every day, and I really didn't know why. For some reason, he had made it his personal goal to try to push me past my boundaries every single day. He would never mess with me when Scooter was around, but as soon as we weren't by him, the shit came.

But it was weird because although he was annoying as fuck when we were alone, he was not that bad when we were in the presence of others.

But right now I was pissed at him. Last night I had gone to bed early, and I didn't know that he was still here. He snuck in my room, and let's just say that I'm not letting him near a whistle ever again. He thought it'd be funny to be right next to my ear, and that blowing into that thing was the best thing ever. 

I had sprung straight up, gotten an instant headache, and I lost my hearing for a while in my left ear. It's back now, so don't worry. 

What he got was another slap in the face, a very pissed manager's niece, and something else that I was about to do. 

I had been packing- we were all leaving tomorrow morning, early- and when I was packing up my makeup bag, I got a brilliant idea. 

I grabbed it, and walked quietly downstairs. Justin was napping on the couch in the living room, as he had been for the past three hours, so I knew this was my time to get some sort of revenge. Lazy ass. 

I walked as silently as I could up to him and sat down on the floor next to the couch. 

I opened my makeup bag, and grinned evilly. 

This was going to be fun.