Artistic Behavior (#Wattys2014)

Chapter Two - "I'm Sorry" Is Overrated

A/N School starts, (for me) in EXACTLY one week, and since I got my braces (ugh) my teeth hurt like hell, and I will be in too much pain, and I'll over-react about the pain and it will make me seem like I'm on my period, so, I may get my computer taken away from me time to time xD Anyway, since school starts soon, my updates will be scattered all over the place, so please bare with me! :P

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Chapter Two -

"I'm Sorry" Is Overrated

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"Danielle?" A quiet voice asks from the door to my room. I open one eye to take a peek to who was calling my name, but quickly shut my eye due to the blinding light of the sun from the curtains that somehow opened during the night. I hear a sigh then light footsteps walking over towards the side of my bed, and I feel a rush of cold air as my duvet gets ripped off of my body.

"Danielle Kelsey Winters!" a shrill voice yells from the side of my ear, alarming me, causing me to leap out of my bed, and land with a thump onto the cold hardwood floor.

"God dammit," I curse under my breath, rubbing my head. I hear a laugh from a few feet away, and angle my vision towards where I was before, to see my best friend Remy lounging there, with her hands behind her head. I scowl, and stand up, dusting off my pyjama pants.

"I always knew you were a deep sleeper, Dani, but really?" Remy muses, looking at me with an arched eyebrow, a smile gracing her lips.

You see, Remy was the exact definition of badass. She was a sarcastic, rebellious, teenage girl, and she couldn't care less. But, her clothes, weren't at all, the definition of 'badass'. 

They were bright, slutty clothes. And I am definitely not going into detail. Even she agrees that they are 'bright, slutty clothes'.

Despite her clothing, she had that innocent look to her, even though she wasn't. She had big, doe brown eyes, that sparkle with mischief. Her midnight black hair ended a few inches past her shoulders, almost always put up into a ponytail or messy bun. Her hair isn't naturally black, it's actually supposed to be blonde, but she dyes her hair a different color once a week. And it's pretty cool.

"Hello? Dani? I know I'm sexy, but seriously? I actually assume your lesbian," she chirps casually, humor glinting in her eyes, a smirk now appearing on her lips.

She's actually just saying that because I haven't had a boyfriend for 5 years, and she's been trying to set me up with guys, but they all turned out to be creepy, or extremely badass. Her type.

"Ha. Ha. Like you're my type. Or anyone," I retort sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest. She laughs lightly, then after a moment or two, her laugh turns into a gut-aching laugh, tears pouring out of her eyes.

"Geez, Dani, it was only a joke," she squeaks, laughter escaping her mouth. A few hiccups escape her mouth, but not from laughing.

"Oh my god, Remy, are you drunk? In the morning?" I shriek, looking at my best friend with horror, my eyes wide, and my jaw slack.

"What are you talking about, girly? I'm-" hiccup, "-perfectly sober!" She squeals with delight, while rolling around on my bed, then stops and sprawls out across the mattress, her hair spread out, and laying in a starfish position.

I roll my eyes, but still completely bewildered. Who gets drunk in the morning? That's just the wierdest thing, even though Remy has been drunk at a family reunion, when she was only fifteen. Which was only three years ago.

Did I also mention she's a lightweight? After about two beers, she's tipsy.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head.

"Remy? Did you drink again because of Everett?" I ask the really drunk girl, tipping my head to the side. She stops messing around and stares at me, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, and she suddenly starts bawling her eyes out. I frown and walk over to her, sitting next to her and placing her head on my lap.

"I caught him-" hiccup, "-making out with that bitch Kasey," she slurs, tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto my bare legs.

Her and Everett have been on and off for a year so far, and every time, it's him breaking her heart. This is the first time she's actually had feelings for someone this strongly, counting the times she's gone out- sorry, had a one night stand with someone.

"He should say sorry, shouldn't he?" I tell her, stroking her hair with my hand.

"Fuck no," she snaps, "'I'm sorry' is overrated."

I laugh, even in her drunk, depressed state, she still has her sense of humor, which I'm happy and relieved about.

"He's a douchebag, isn't he?" I chirp, patting her head. She snorts unattractively.

"Like a rich man bathing in his own money."

She has some good and bad comebacks, but since she's still not sober, she has the wierdest ones, yet decent.

"Hey, Remy? Since you're drunk and don't take things seriously, can I take advantage of this?" I ask casually, tapping a beat against the headboard.

"Mhm," she mumbles.

"Well, in a few days, I'm leaving to that academy I was always talking about," I state as if it was nothing.

"All I heard was 'leaving' and 'academy'," she drawls, "which makes me happy."

Wow, rude.

"Um, I might have to remind you about this tomorrow," I pipe up, shoving her head off my lap and crawling off my bed.

"I know," she slurs, staying in the same spot.

"Yep."

"Mhm," she repeats. I roll my eyes playfully, before dragging her by her arms and pushing her out of my room.

"Make sure my mom doesn't think you're drunk," I tell her cautiously, "even though she will be able to tell."

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As I descend down the stairs, my laundry basket tucked under my arm, I hear my mother's voice talking to someone on the phone.

"No, she will not live with you," she snarls at the other person on the other end of the line, who I am guessing is my dad.

She pauses, then speaks, "God dammit, Marcus! No!" I hear her sigh after a few moments, before she arubtly hangs up, slamming her hand down on the table, her other hand holding her head. I take it as my time to set down my basket and confront her.

"Mom? Was that dad?" I squeak, then remember Remy, "and where's Remy?"

She sniffs before looking up at me with tear rimmed eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "Remy left almost an hour ago, and yes, it was," she sighs.

I nod, before walking around the table seperating us, and wrap my arms around her.

"He wants to take you to England with him," she whispers before adding, "with his new family."

My fists clench, and I shut my eyes tightly, holding in my anger.

"I'll be leaving anyway," I start, pulling away from her embrace, "he can't take me away easily, and not just because I won't be here," I smile weakly, taking my mother's hand in mine.

"Also because I don't care what he says," I murmur, hugging her once again. Ever since my father started staying away from home, my mother has become heartbroken, and became fragile over the years, even her heart was on the edge of breaking completely. She always thought he would come back, so she doesn't go out and look for someone else, but blames herself every night, thinking it was her fault, thinking she was a horrible wife.

And I bet my dad agrees with her lies.

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A/N I just realised, my chapters are starting to end really depressing. *winces* But, that will all end soon, so wipe away those tears :P

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