Parker:
"I'm not the girl you want, Jade. I'm poor, you're rich. We're from two different --- okay seriously, what the hell is this script, Carter?"
He groaned loudly, rolling his eyes while he stepped towards me. He looked at me with devilish eyes as if he was ready to stab me straight in the heart because of my comment. "You have got to be kidding me!" His arms moved wildly, all around me; all around the place. "You can't keep commenting on my script, Parker!"
"Apparently, I can, Carter," I chuckled, "one; it's way too cliche -- this rich and poor episode, no one will like it. It'll be more humorous than tragic. And two, since when did you start writing romantic scenes?"
Realization hit me that I was a little bit harsh at him and his talent when Carter fell to the floor, sighing louder than any human can ever let out. "You're right," I nodded at his own wave of realization, "I'm losing my charm."
I rolled my eyes, holding my arms out to help him up. Carter has been my best friend since I can remember. We're one of those I-Don't-Really-Remember-How-We-Met- kind of best friends. We were just kind of close, and we don't even remember when. I do feel really bad for shitting on his party, but anyone who knows him can see that this isn't his best play. I can confidently say that he's a very talented young man -- and that's coming from the person who once threw all his plays away for no apparent reason -- but he's losing it.
"Charm? What charm?" I smirked.
"Shut up, Parker. I have to go meet up with Sydney, I'll meet you later. Help me out with this, yes?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope. Bye, ugly."
I waved as he ran out the door, grabbing the script from my hands. Sydney is Carter's three year girlfriend. I introduced them when Syd first moved to our school. I had to give her a tour and all that crappy things a person does when someone's new. Needless to say, the only thing she liked about my tour was when I went inside the boy's restroom to inform Carter about the contest I've heard, and that was the first time they met. That was also why Carter's been working hard about this script he's writing.
I grabbed my bag from the stage floor and rushed out of the theater. Last period had just ended, and I've never been happier. Today has been a bit tiring for my liking. Realizing that I can't get a ride today, I started walking my way out of school and into my home, trying not to get caught by any supervisors. They're not a fan of my ditching classes.
And uneventful things happened while I walked through the busy streets of Los Angeles. There were homeless people sat around the bus stops or even the corner of gas stations; girls who wore crop tops and boys who penny boards were all over the place. Buses were filled, cars were honking, and so on, so forth. Just like any other day.
I rang the doorbell to my house once I got home, but I knew that no one would open the door anytime soon. From the sound of my brother's voice singing loudly inside the apartment, I have never been more thankful of the creme colored door separating me from him. But curse the cold ass wind, I rang the door bell repeatedly until it was swung open by an irritated Micheal. "Do you mind?"
"You know, I actually do mind. Would you keep your voice down! It's four in the afternoon, no one wants to hear you voice this early. I don't think anyone wants to hear your voice at all."
A loud gasp came from behind my brother, and a smiling Jed came into view. I felt a smile tugging at my lips, getting bigger each second; the more I look at him, the more I realized why Micheal was suddenly all happy and all singing-ly. There was only one person who can do that -- "Jed!"
"Hi, Parker!"
"Oh my gosh, I've missed you. How have you been? Are you two, you know, that again?"
"Back together?" He chuckled, shaking his head, "it's okay, you can say it, it's not a bad word."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! I'm so happy for you both." I said as I walked in the door, dragging Jed into the living room. "Gosh, I wish I can stay and hear all about how you guys came together again, but my History teacher gave me another article to write about," I sighed, "if only someone who knows History can do it for me?" My eyes battered, looking at Micheal, hoping he'd volunteer.
"Ha. Ha. No."
"Your homework can wait, babe! So, tell me, how are you and Carter?" Jed interrupted, raising his eyebrows at me, as if to say, "you two a couple, yet?"
"Jed, I told you! Carter and I are just best friends, and that's all there is to it." I shook my head, trying to make him understand that there has never been a chemistry between Carter and I. He and I both grew up together, and we knew everything about each other. At one point in my life, when Jed had asked me this question before, I tried to like Carter and see if there was something between us. But nada, nothing.
"Oh, please! I'm gay, honey. I see things," he said, hovering his hands over his eyes. I laughed, while he continued, "you two will be so cute together!"
"We're never going to happen, that's just gr-"
"Please don't continue that sentence, Parker. You're going to hurt my feelings," Carter interrupted. I rolled my eyes as he made his way to Jed. He found Carter undeniably attractive, and he once said that if he were to be as young as us, he would totally "grab that ass." Carter loved that fact, he always loved the attention anyone, of any sexual orientation, gave him.
"I thought you were with Sydney?"
"I needed your help, remember?"
"You just couldn't stay away from me," I joked and winked - and failed miserably, as well.
"Oh, you know it!" He joined, dragging me upstairs to my room. "Bye, Jed, it was nice seeing you again!"
"I was catching up with Parker, Carter!" Jed whined, and Micheal finally came back into the living room. I didn't even notice he left.
"It's Parker and Carter time!" Carter yelled.
And I just couldn't help but laugh.
So, I'm trying to write teen fictions again. I hope you guys like this, and if there's anything you think I should change, please feel free to let me know! I'd really appreciate it. The first chapter is a bit all over the place because I'm still trying build on the characters, and all that junk. Let me know what you think?
Have a lovely day, love bugs. Love you all.
