Deep Down

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00. | NEW NEIGHBORS !

I woke up, hair sticking to my face. It was sweltering. Last night was too much now I had to deal with a pounding headache after all the repulsive drinking. Beth convinced me to come out with her fucking cheerleader squad. Regrets. Luckily Kevin being Kevin decided to call a cab before we both passed out.

I blinked open my eyes rubbing the sleep out. When I was finally able to raise my head up from my damp pillow, my alarm was going off. I smelt a full bacon breakfast coming from the kitchen. My Mom must really want something.

I walked down the carpeted stairs, not bothering to get dressed. I nearly tripped half way down the stairs and ended up stubbing my toe off the polished wooden banister. "Shit!" I shouted. "Language!" my Mom called back. I rolled my eyes, she was always pestering me about my language, she's too prim and proper for her own good. It was as if she was a constant alarm, walking around the house bugging people. Especially me, and how I could use 'a larger stretch of vocabulary', as Mom basically recited everyday.

I drifted into the kitchen to find Dad in his usual spot at the table, reading the daily newspaper like some guy out of the 90's. Mom was in her stripey apron prancing around the kitchen like a pony. One of the bacon pieces were burning, but she seemed to be away dancing in her own world. She only realized when the smell of burn drifted through the air. I noticed a Banana Cake on the side counter, all wrapped up in plastic with a velvet red ribbon. I didn't know what she wanted but it included me and a Banana Cake.

When she finally noticed me, her own daughter, was in the room she dished out the food. Dad got the burnt piece but didn't seem to mind, after all if Dad got any breakfast at all he'd be happy, even if it was a black piece of bacon. Once we were all finished Mom put on a sickly sweet smile. "So, darling. We have new neighbors, right next door in fact, and I was wondering if you could take this cake I made over to them." I looked at the Banana Cake. It was obviously store bought.

"Alright." I muttered. "Well see darling, if you don't- wait, really?" I nod my head with a sarcastic smile. "Oh, this is perfect! Well get dressed then. Head over there as soon as possible!" I glumly took to my bedroom, not even bothering to converse with my parents about the weather, or something.

I got dressed into a black, Hollister belly-top, with ripped jeans. I stuck my feet into my combat boots. I put a brush through my matted hair, and brushed my teeth. When I was finally trudging down the stairs to take the cake, the smell of freshly cooked breakfast was long gone, along with my Dad who had probably headed out to work half an hour ago whilst I had been getting dressed. Mom was no where to be seen either. I took the Banana Cake and carried it like it was a baby down the street.

Two black cars I hadn't seen before were parked in the driveway. Well that would make sense as they're new neighbors, genius. I put on my best fake smile. I walked up to their freshly painted black door, and knocked. It took a minute or so for anyone to answer the door, but when someone finally did, it was boy. He was probably my age, and wore a leather jacket. I rolled my eyes on the inside. He was a player wasn't he? Most likely.

"Hi." I said more awkwardly than I wanted. "Hi." He replied looking me up and down. I had the right mind to say something like 'Take a picture, it'll last longer', and give him a certain finger, but instead I widened my fake smile. "My uhh, Mom made you a cake. From the store. So she didn't really make it, but here." He smirked, and took the cake out of my hands. That cake was my only protection. Great.