A/N: Okay, guys, sorry I haven't been updating this. So, this chapter will be in two parts since I felt like I should upload at least something. So yeah, here's part one of Chapter 6!
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Chapter 06 - 1 | | It Was About You, Archer | | Archer
"Jeremy Ray Coles, you are a horrible human being!" I shouted at a lazy Jeremy. He just rolled his eyes at me, continuing to watch Criminal Minds. Now, I had nothing against the show; it was actually very good from the few episodes I watched with Analeigh. But that was besides the point. The point was that Jeremy decided to record the entire marathon over Analeigh and my recordings of The Fosters. Analeigh loved that show, and she kind of got me addicted to it as well. So, Jeremy recording over our favorite TV show wasn't as funny as Anna was seeing it as. I mean, she was just lounging on the couch laughing her butt off, while I yelled. She wasn't being a very good parental figure.
"Arc, I don't see what the big deal is. The show will be back on in January, so you can just watch it then," Jeremy said, his eyes never leaving the TV.
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. "The big deal, Jer," he scowled at me, "is that's Analeigh's favorite show. Once she finds out you recorded over it, she's gonna kill you." At the sound of Analeigh's name, his eyes widened, and I smiled in satisfaction. Just like Zach, Jeremy was slightly afraid of the dark-haired girl. With her blunt and bossy personality, I didn't blame them for being scared of her. If I didn't know her by her sweet and caring side, I would be scared of her too. Then again, I've dealt with a lot worse than a one hundred and twenty-something pound girl that was only a few inches above five feet.
"I-I didn't know it was Leigh's favorite. I thought it was only yours."
Again, I rolled my eyes. He didn't have a problem recording over my favorite show, but when it came to Analeigh, he cared. What was that all about? I guess it made somewhat of sense. I mean, Analeigh had that whole 'don't-mess-with-me' kind of attitude and her love for dark clothing helped her. I might have had the attitude, sort of, but the whole blonde hair, blue eyes weren't really helping me. Analeigh did tell me when I first met her that I resembled a cute but lost puppy. How I did, I'm not exactly sure.
"Way to boost her confidence, Jeremy," Anna said, finally over her laughing fit. After we finished baking her cake for her party in a few hours, she decided to change out of her nightgown. Now, she was wearing a plain black dress with a gold band around the middle. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she put a little more effort than normal into her makeup by putting on obvious fake eyelashes. I didn't think she needed to put that much effort for a work related party.
"Huh?" Jeremy said, completely confused. Sometimes I wondered how he was a senior in high school.
Anna shook her head, sighing. "Never mind, Jeremy."
Just then, Analeigh herself came downstairs with Brooklyn and Zach trailing behind her. The two were holding hands and giving each other what they thought were secretive glances. But they definitely weren't. I mean, Brooklyn almost tripped down the stairs because she was too busy looking at the boy next to her. Luckily for her, Zach caught her, and she just giggled. Brooklyn. Freaking. Giggled. Someone needed to pinch me to make sure it was real.
"Arc," Analeigh said, confusion laced in her voice, "what are you looking at?" I snapped my head in her direction, while Jeremy made a run for the front door. Wimp. Analeigh just stared after him for a moment. "Okay then...what was that exactly about? I thought he was supposed to be keeping you company until Steven gets back."
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