⚠️ This is a true story, unfortunately.
🖤1st in a series
✅Completed
I labeled this as teen "fiction" because my target age group usually thinks of self-help books or text books when they hear "non-fiction" and don't realize a memoir reads like a...
T: "Now what's wrong with you?" K: "You're one to talk. Alexis keeps calling me. Our friend Colin is having people over tonight and she wants me to go. None of our friends get how bad things are with us, so they keep inviting us both over, thinking we can be cordial." T: "Well...it's not a mediocre party in a dingy basement, but I'm having movie night with my little cousins, if you wanna come. Unless you're too cool for us." K: "Are you kidding? I'd pay to see you interact with children. I'll be there."
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That was the first time Ally and Jack met Kiwi. I'd never mentioned him to Jack and I'd only ever told Ally about him in passing, when it involved Dan. Certainly nothing to suggest we were in contact almost every waking minute of every day. That was always important to me, that anyone I was close with met the kids, because they were such a big part of my life. The only other person they'd met from school was Pen. They either adored her and thought she was such a badass, like when Jack would beg me to tell him "Pen stories" about what outrageous things she'd done recently, or they'd get into bitter fights; like when she'd force him to watch horror movies when we babysat or her mercilessly teasing Ally about liking red headed boys and having a fatal case of "Gingervitis."
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Jack
When I arrived at their house, Ally was in the kitchen fussing at Jack, as he sat at the counter with his ears covered, screaming a 30 Seconds to Mars song, so he couldn't hear her. J: "I hate cheese! I don't want cheese on my pizza!" A: "Then it's not pizza anymore!" She looked at me like a pound puppy; completely out of options and patience. A: "Taylor, can you please reason with him? I tap out." T: "She's right, Jack. Pizza without cheese is just a hot box of sin." J: "Then I'm not eating! I'll just wait for my cells to start feeding on each other, until my body implodes in on itself." T: "...Well, I hope you have a mop handy. Ally, just give him some breadsticks or some shit, so he stops bitching." A: "He always just throws a fit until so he gets what he wants." J: "That's what Taylie told me to do! Complain and make loud noises until I get my way and it should work until I'm at least thirty-something, right?" T: "That's right, sweet potato. Ally's too nice, she could never be molded." He triumphantly adjusted himself in his bar stool, continuing to color his comic, "The Gumdrop with Diabetes" that he'd been working on for quite sometime now.
