Bad plan.

10

   I threw open the door to my house with a pounding headache and a tired body. I was greeted by the sound of my sisters giggles, which normally wouldn't bother me. Tonight it set me on edge, i walked towards the sound of of it, the kitchen. The only thought racing through my mind was she had better be wearing clothes.
     As I rounded the corner I saw her holding the nozzle head of the kitchen sink pointing it at Tom. Internal I groaned, I just wanted a quiet house to come to. My sister glanced at me and I must not have able to control my face cause she bit her lip in attempt to recompose herself while putting the sink nozzle back to where it went.
"Hi, sis." She said, her face flushed. I let out a deep sigh taking a step forward. You'd think with how much I train, and the fact I get thrown to the floor in every fight scene Im in I'd be used to it. However when my foot hit the water on the floor I came crashing down to the floor in flurry of failing arms, smacking not only my head on the tiled floor but smashing my hand against the fridge.
I laid there on the floor, watching the twinkle of stars that only I could see Dance in front of my vision. My day started out rough, went to crap, then to worse, and right about now I was debating to resign my fate to staying on the floor and never moving again.
"Renee, are you okay?" I heard Tom's hurried voice, followed by the scuttle of feet.
"Tom, she just knocked her head on the ground, of course she isn't." My sister replied, my eyes flicked back over the concerned faces.
"I think I quit at life." I finally stated, slowly rolling to my side.
"You've said that before." My sister reminded me.
"And yet, it still finds away to remind me that it likes to trip me up on that plan." I grimaced making it to my unsteady feet.
"How was filming?" She asked grabbing my arm.
"Uh, okay?" I replied, glancing over at Tom, who was now looking at a random spot on the ceiling.
"Okay?" She raised her eyebrow. God damn little rat, couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"It was rough, okay?" I snapped, glaring at Tom. I yanked open the fridge snagging a bottle of water and stormed out. I took the stairs two at a time, and went to my room, slamming to the door harder then I meant. I grabbed the bottle of aspirin off my night table and downed two before changing for bed.
I must not of heard Tom leave or his car pull away. I also didn't hear my sister open my door cause when I turned and saw her standing in my room I nearly jumped out of my skin. I also threw my bottle of water at her, good to know I still have some reflexes after the week I've had.
"All right, so are you done moping? And are you ready to tell me why you are really being all butt hurt?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"That would a negatory ghost rider, though I'm sure big mouth Hiddleston has already told you everything." I quipped back, pulling my covers back, crawling in.
"Well, I wouldn't have to ask if you'd tell me what's going on." She sighed, I knew she was concerned. I get it, wanting to be there for me and blah, blah, blah. Still though, I was the strong and resilient one, I was not going to talk about this. I heard my door quietly shut as the word friends echoed in my head replaying the moments from earlier.

"Morning kid." Mr. Smooth as Whiskey said as the smell of caffeine hit my senses. My head snapped back to the door of the trailer. I hadn't really expected for him to show up, my heart lifted though.
"Morning." I grumbled accepting the cup that was being held towards me.
"Still grumpy?" He asked sitting down in the chair next to me.
"Yes, but not because of last night. Well it is but not for the reasons you think it is." I replied taking a drink of the warm life saving liquid.
"Really? Did your night get worse?" He asked, watching my face.
"Let's just say the back of my head greeted the floor and hand doesn't agree with placement of the fridge." I replied holding up my bruised hand.
"Jesus, kid, what did you do?" He almost spit his coffee out. Setting the cup to the side, gingerly taking my hand in his.
"Tempt gravity? Piss of the gods? Fail to spot water on the floor cause my sister and Tom were having a water fight?" I chuckle, as his eyes grew wide.
"That has to hurt." He stated, as if I didn't know. I couldn't even making a fist, I knew I was going to have to come up with something for our fight that we'd have to film.
"Nah, it tickles." I jested back, it's seems he was trying. I'm not sure how I felt suddenly, but it was at that point I remembered my hand was still in his. I glanced down at our hands and then back at him.
He quickly let go and ran his hand through his hair.
"So how we going to do this fight with your hand all gimped up?" He asked.
"Meh, I'm sure something will come to me." I replied though I hadn't a clue.
"You sure about that?" He regarded me with a joking smile, at least in I get to see his handsome face in this arrangement.
"Oh yee of little faith, trust me, I will figure something out." I smirked standing to leave as make up was with me.
I stepped out of trailer with my head still pounding, my fist feeling like amputation was the best option and caffeine coursing through my veins. I would have to figure out something and figure it out fast!