All Over Again

Chapter 15- The Crying Of Gaby

Chapter Fifteen- The Crying Of Gaby

Ouch. That hurt.

Why did that hurt? Because I fell down.

And why did I fall down? Because...someone threw black paint on my face...

Oh, that person is dead!

I try to open my eyes, wiping off some of the paint from them and squinting to see who was at the door.

There is no one standing there. Or even sitting. Bloody pranksters. Those stupid thirteen year olds living in our building are too much! I'm gonna have to complain to their mothers again.

I stand, lock the door and head to the bathroom to clean my face and also change out of these now black clothes. I liked this shirt..

"Can you make me something to eat? I'm hungry."

I spin around as quickly as.. a.. quick spinner and see Brooklyn sitting on the couch, trying to turn on the TV.

Anger rushes to me. And suddenly I'm furious. As furious as a person who just lost a match against the stupidest team scoring no goals while they scored eight. Oh my God. I'm making foodball references.

"Oh, great. You just had popcorn. Can you make me some more?" He says while looking at my popcorn bowl kept on the table. He then looks at me. "Woah, you look scary. And the black paint is definately not helping."

"What are you doing here?" Anger clearly evident in my voice.

"I'm trying to sit comfortably on this not so comfortable couch."

"Okay, first of all, I'm really not in the mood for jokes Brooklyn. And second, Sophie is a very good and comfortable couch so stop ruining her."

He then laughs. "You have a couch named? That too Sophie? And you say you're not in the mood for jokes."

He is so annoying!

"Brooklyn! I asked you a question!"

"Claire! I forgot what the question was!" He says, faking a high piched voice.

"Ugh! Whatever!" I stomp my feet and trun around to go wash myself. I'll deal with him later.

After a short shower, in which I was mainly thinking of how to either kill Brooklyn or how to make him pay for what he did which always ended in him being dead, I return to the living room, now clean, and Brooklyn is still sitting there in the same position that I left him in, exept that now he is eating something and is covering more than half of the sofa with his annoyingly hot body.

There! I said it! Doesn't mean he's not annoying!

Now, what am I suppose to do? He's watching the TV and I have nothing else to do. And I can't just go and sit with him and watch...a football match or whatever he is watching.

I mean, it's not that I can't. I can do anything, I'm Claire Olive. But I just don't want to because he's annoying...and that's pretty much it.

Oh forget it! I walk over to him, snatch the remote from his hand and sit on the little space that is left on the couch, also kicking his side in the process so I can get more space.

"I was watching something." He chuckles as I change the sports channel to a movie channel.

He thinks this is funny?

"Well, self obsessed person, I don't wanna watch a football game with you in which you're playing just because you want to watch yourself. Actually, I don't wanna watch any game with you. Or anything, really. So, shut up." After a while I also added, "Also, I was watching the TV before you."