Deceiving Looks

Taco Bell

I quickly yanked the curtains back, my heart slamming in my chest. On second thought, the dark wasn't all that bad.

In those few seconds I made eye contact with what had to be the sexiest boy alive. I couldn't make out specific features, but from a little distance, he was beyond attractive.

From here I could see he had brown hair that curled up at the ends, he was dressed in a very nice blue suit... the color seemed oddly familiar...

His suit matched Emma's dress! This had to be her older brother!

They wear coordinating outfits...?

"Weird family." I muttered under my breath.

My obsession with the word "weird" was becoming, well, weird.

I facepalmed at the thought of having to see him at school tomorrow and for some odd reason I couldn't get the thought out of my head that Emma was going to force us to meet at some point during the day.

I trudged over to my bed and fell onto the mess of blankets backwards and let out a heavy sigh. My life was always strange but now I felt like I was living in a cheesy movie.

"What next, vampires and dragons?" I snorted to myself and curled up onto my side, my eyelids drooping heavily.

Maybe a nap would clear my head and help me relax from today's weird occurrences.

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"Chloe?"

I heard a light knock on my open door and I groaned loudly, hoping to ward the intruder off.

"Chloe, I've got supper on the table." My dad bribed.

That got my attention.

I rolled over to look up at him, peeking up from under my frazzled hair.

"What ya get?" I mumbled, trying my best not to sound enthusiastic about food.

"I didn't get takeout this time so if you was expecting an egg roll too bad, but I got Taco Bell instead?" He offered.

I bolted upright at the mention of Taco Bell and then had to lie right back down. I made myself dizzy and I popped my back in an odd way.

"Oh the things we break for Taco Bell." I groaned like an older man.

"So, do you care to join me for exquisite Mexican food tonight, Miss. Jenkins?" My father teased, trying his damndest at a French accent of all accents.

"Only if you swear to never offend the French culture like that again."

He laughed at me and I got the middle finger from him.

"I'll be in the kitchen then where there's no restrictions on my accents." He turned on his heel over dramatically and stomped away.

My father and I was very close, he's probably the only friend I've ever had. We leaned on each other really hard after mom left and ever since we've been an odd duo full of Chinese and Taco Bell.

I never had a mother to teach me to cook and my father was never good at it and a life full of fast food and Chinese has forced me into being a runner.

If I didn't run I'd be looking like a five layer burrito by now. I can not walk to save my life, but running I was agile and carefree, I had never actually fallen while running...not yet anyways.

I slowly sat up and stood to my feet, stretching and groaning as I did so. I yawned and then started on my adventure to the kitchen.

I heard my father trying to perfect his accent at about the same time I smelt my food. I immediately picked up my pace and charged into the dining area.

"MIIIIIIINE!" I screeched at dad, yanking my nachos away from him where he had been a little too handsy with MY nachos.

"Fine! I had my own earlier anyways."

"Then why bother mine?" I giggled.

"Because I ate mine on the way home and I wanted more, obvi."

I glared at him in shock and disgust.

"Did you just say...obvi?" I demanded.

"Yeah, ain't that what you kids say these days?" He asked around trying to open a mild sauce packet with his teeth.

"That's what they say dad. Not me."

"Uh oh. Forgive me?"

"I'm not mad!" I answered holding one hand up to stop him. "I'm just disappointed."

He rolled his eyes at me as he dug back into the bag. I popped the lid off my nachos and added my sauce to it.

"What do you think of our new neighbors?" I asked around a mouthful of chips and cheese.

"What new neighbors?" He asked back, his mouth full of a five layer burrito.

"The ones up the road, they planted a rose bush in the yard. You didn't see them?"

"Honey I've not seen anybody on this street with a rose bush in years."

I blinked rapidly in confusion.

"I just drove one of their kids home today and I clearly seen a rose bush in the yard. We actually talked about it, sort of..." my voice trailed off as his eyebrows pulled together in a "Wtf" way.

"After dinner we can check them out if you want?"

"Um, hello?! Social anxiety here!"

He laughed loudly and patted my hand as he finished off his last bite.

"I know I was just gonna be a dad and offer to get to the bottom of this with you, but I hate people just as bad."

I nodded, it's true we both don't take well to people and if the rest of Emmas family was like her, we'd have a come apart during a visit.

"I appreciate your generous offer at being a dad anyways."

He nodded and turned to the fridge to grab a Pepsi.

"Yup. Someone's got to." He cleared his throat awkwardly.

My dad was pretty chill, but after mom left he closed up emotionally, even to me, his own daughter.

"I'm fixing to go shower so.. I'll uh, see you around kiddo." He murmured, heading for the hall.

I sat picking through my chips, grazing and staring at the table, my mind on homework I'd never got around to doing and if I was being honest with myself, I contemplated on rather or not I'd do it. I wasn't an excellent student but I wasn't a slacker either, I kept my grades at low A's and high B's and if I got an occasional C at least it wasn't failing was the way I looked at it.

I chewed for a bit more before tossing the crumbs in the trash and I began to make my way to my bedroom where my bed awaited me.

It was only 7:30, but my mind always keeps me up for at least two hours after I lay down every night so I tend to lay down early to hopefully get to bed at a somewhat decent time.

My mind raced as usual for who knows how long before I finally drifted into a restless sleep.

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