Living with a Dead Mate

Chapter 5

This chapter kind of sucks not my best and i might have jumped a little in the end and so um yeah sorry

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Waking up the dreaded feeling was back. We slept in later than usual, and guess how I got up, my dad screaming in my mind. ‘Fiona! Get your butt home now! And do not bring home James you will be busy anyways, get home now, and don’t dawdle!’ Ugh, I could tell I was in trouble but I had no idea what for, I assumed him meaning busy meant grounded and chores. So I wasn’t really suspicious, more curious actually on what I did wrong. James still had his arm around me holding me to him and being the cruel person I was I smacked it.

Wolves weren’t know as light sleepers so I had no surprise we he immediately jerked awake, and James never was, never will be a morning person. “What the heck Fiona?!” he half screamed at me. “I was asleep, why the heck did you smack me?!”

I of course was laughing, “I smacked you precisely because you were asleep.” I managed t get out still doubled in laughter. THAWK. My shoulder was now stinging. Glaring at James I yelled, “What the heck, no smacking!” I know I just did the same thing to him but still, I knew I was crazy and rude, he however was quite sane, and so he had no excuse.

“You just smacked me!” By now he was the one laughing and I was the one glaring.

“Whatever, I have to go home, and I got want to run it, so you have to drive me.” He stared at me in confusion, he obviously thought I would be staying here every night, which was not happening, ya James was my best friend but he did get annoying.

“Why do you ‘have’ to go home?” obviously suspicious, what did he think I was going to do? Run over to Kyle’s place? Fat chance of that happening.

“I’m in trouble I guess my dad found out about the Carl thing, we said I am going to be super busy and that you better not come over, so I guess I’m grounded.” I shrugged it wasn’t the first time I’ve been grounded from James, parents tend to take your favorite thing away and that just so happened to be James. “So, chop-chop, get up, let’s go.”

He gave me a once over, “Don’t you want to get dressed?” I was only wearing some Tweety-bird boxers and a yellow cami. I looked at him; he was wearing basically the exact same thing I was but boy version, a white wife beater and boxers.

“Don’t you?” I shot right back, what an amazing comeback I know.

He gave me a sheepish look, “Not really.” He admitted.

“Well neither do I, let’s go.” I said laughing and got out the warm bed and grabbed my sneakers that were by the door, with James following grumbling about being woken up to early, I just smirked.

Soon I was waving goodbye to James as he sped down the road, claiming he was going back to bed. Walking up the porch I sighed wishing I could go back to sleep. I opened the door and stepped in, walking right through the large living room and straight to my stairs. Our living room was big with fancy couches and a large TV but I never stayed there. I just placed my foot on the first stair when I heard a voice break through the silence, “Fiona, here now.” My dad yelled but he didn’t seem angry like he did when he was in my head, but just because he didn’t sound angry didn’t mean I was looking forward to getting talked to.

Swearing under my breath I turned to the face a doorway in the living room, the doorway was open to a hallway that led to my dad’s office and my parent’s room. I knew he would be in his office so I dragged my feet there as slowly as possible. I hesitated behind the dark door; couldn’t he do this in the afternoon, when I got some more sleep? Why so early it was like eight in the morning, yes that was early for me. I creaked as I swung the door opened.