Sound of Silence

Chapter One

I could not believe that I have to wear my 'nice' clothes! Do you know what that consists of? No band shirt or skinny jeans! That took up 99% of my closet. I hate it when my dad had meetings at our house. Plus my mom trying to make us seem like the picture perfect family. That was a joke all in itself. My stupid cousins were coming too. They were okay, I guess. But, just no.

My dad tried to get me happier by saying that he was bringing his son who was around my age. I guess he forgot that boys my age were mostly huge perverts. Why do they think it's funny if they insult women with something they can't help? Not to mention if we look at each other once- even if we're glaring at each other- to parents that automatically means we're dating or like each other. How about no.

"Allison? Did you get into that outfit I laid out for you?" My mom popped her head through the door without knocking. Not like I could have still been changing or anything. She was wearing a pink dress that looked good on probably only her. She was putting on her earrings. people say we look alike. With the same heart shaped face and dark brown hair. The same brown eyes and the same nose. we were practically the same height too. Which probably means that I won't get much taller. Sad face.

"Sadly yes. Why can't I pick out my own clothes? I am sixteen after all."

"Would you have picked out that 'mouse and man' shirt?"

Let me explain before you think my mother is a complete idiot. One time in eighth grade my friends Taylor and Christa were over and Christa has (very many) blond moments. and she was admiring my Of Mice and Men poster and I guess the sun fried her brain that day but she said 'Of Mouse and Men'. Then Taylor took it a step further by saying 'Of Mouse and Man'. We kept that as our inside joke among many others Christa said during her blond moments.

"Maybe," I said guiltily (A new word I just made up! Deal with it!).

"That's why. Now put on a smile and just bare with it for the night. And Why would you want to wear it during a night like this?" She whined out her last sentence.

"Maybe I won't to know if that guy's son has a good taste in music!"

"And if he doesn't like that band? What if he asks to listen to them and he thinks you worship Satan?"

"Then he would be proclaimed stupider than dirt in my book. Especially since he believes in the devil and I don't."

If you couldn't see I also like to make fandom references. Huehuehuehue.

She looked down and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is why you don't have many friends."

"No, it's because I spend most of my time on tumblr and being antisocial. And I have a lot of friends!"

"Whatever..." She left with that.

I looked in the full length oval mirror next to my bed to see me in a soft purple tee shirt and a pair of practically white denim Capri pants. I looked like a prep. Kill me. My short hair pushed back by a head band.

The door bell wrang and my pride went away with the long rings. To any God that's listening, please help me not strangle anyone tonight.

I went down stairs to find an older man with a bald spot and a business suit on. The guy next to him (who is most likely his son) had shortish brown hair that was just long enough to mess up and bright icy blue eyes. He was wearing an Of Mice and Men shirt. He had a good taste in music and was pretty cute. This meant one of three things:

1) He was a douche

2) He was gay

3) He was a gay douche.

He looked at me and flashed me a bright smile like he was going for an easy kill and nodded. I know this look all to well. He thought I would be easy.

Yep. He was a douche.

I looked at my mom to see if she noticed his shirt too. She tried to keep her composure, but if you'd known this woman even before you were born then you could tell the was slightly uncomfortable. Time for payback...

"Mom, look at his shirt!" I said pointing my chin at him for a second. "Is he considered a Satanist too?"

This broke the ice. My mom was blushing like crazy and the rest of us (except for bald eagle over there) were laughing. I love my mom, but it needed to be said.