my summer romance

Cussing psychos

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It's a new day , the sun is shining in it's glory, birds chirping and Ash singing. I promised we'd go to the arcade today and Ash seem to be in support and we can't let him down.

No for real, we can't. Dad will bundle us up and dump us at the arcade. Literally.

There i was sitting in bed hating that bird which had to have a soprano c voice and decide to use it this early . I rub my eyes and get up, the room spinning a little as I make my way into the bathroom.

My eyes shot open as I bump into my sister who stole my face.

Of all faces in the world...it had to be mine.

"Watch where you're going sleeping beauty!" Sky spins around starring at me like she's gonna straighten me with her straightener in her hand.

I run my fingers through my hair and groan.

"More like sleeping ugly" Ash yells from down the hallway.

I wonder how he heard that.

I spin on my heels and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs.

"Morning Jazzy" dad kisses my hair and walks past me

"Morning daaad" I say dryly almost immediately .

I grab a bowl and a spoon which I poured out some cereals and milk into before taking a seat by the counter.

"Hey Ash! Come have breakfast" I yell after shoving the first spoon full of cereal into my mouth. Suddenly feeling flushed with energy . One I've been craving since I woke up.

"Coming...hold your horses. Gee" Ash walks past me going through the same routine I did with the cereal and sits opposite me .

"Do you mind eating like a human being and not some wolves. Please" I mutter

"What's with the bad energy, jazzy" dad walks into the kitchen, pouring himself some coffee.

"Nothing , I'm f-"

"Yeah jazz, what's wrong? You didn't pull on my hair when you bumped into me in the bathroom earlier" sky chips in

"I said I'm fine guys, now eat we've got a long day ahead. Right Ashy poshy?" I pinch his cheeks making him squirm in his chair.

"Yeah, I guess. Now stop pinching the fuck out of me!" Ash wriggles out of my pinch grip.

Silence! Silence is what fell in when Ash cussed. We all stare at him dumbfounded.

Did Ashy just cuss? Our wise choice of words is rubbing off on him...what a good influence

"What? Why y'all looking at me that way...It was gonna happen sooner or later" Ash says shrugging and digging into his cereals.

"Well it was sooner...if your mom ask it wasn't me...I'm out,love you guys" dad kisses us on our cheek one after the other before running out through the front door.

"Well that was good parenting" sky joins us for breakfast

"We are so proud of you Ashy poshy" Sky and I squeal in unison.

We're a family of cussing psychos.

*

"We're here now get your a$$es down from the car and into the damn arcade." I blurt out, clearly tired of the sole responsibility I've brought on myself as summer driver.
Really! Where's the driver ?

Ash and sky hurriedly jump down from the car and ran swiftly into the arcade. I don't blame them, I scare myself too sometimes. Even now , I'm still wondering what made me change my mind to please Ash by taking him to the arcade. I clearly stated we weren't coming here yesterday.

I guess I'll have to please Sky too . Way to go Santa.

"Thanks much" I wave the man who held out the door for me. He must be the guard.

We pay a couple of bucks for game tickets. A girl slightly older than me handed over to us twenty-six game tickets each . Immediately we made it passed the counter, Ashy disappeared. I'm stuck with Sky so I decide to play the game where we get to shoot basketballs through hoops to earn points. I'm leading with two points ; it's a ten-eight situation and when I thought I was close to making another basket hands wrapped around my eyes. With the buzzing sound I could tell I lost and I sensed Sky doing a victory dance. Bitch!

"Who the f^ck is this? Oh you owe me money cause I can't waste my tickets to get beaten my sister" I begin to squirm under the person's hold.

"Sorry, mi gyal...guess wo dis ah"

I stop struggling once I decipher the accent . Jamaican. Only them speak, what's it called again?

I feel this sudden breeze hit my eyes as those strong palms leave my eyes . I spin around and to my guess it's Jamaican hottie. I don't call him that, definitely.

"I'm sorry I spoke patois to you, I can't help it sometimes" he said rubbing the back of his neck showing embarrassment.

Oh patois is the official Jamaican language. That's the name I was looking for.

"It's alright. I actually like how it sounds like the cousin to English"

He laughed slightly. I hear Sky muffling her giggles from behind me and I do want to smack her head. I notice his shoulders shake slighting while laughing and a little dimple appears just on his left cheek directly below his cheekbone.

Stalker!
Shut up!!

"How about I give you a lesson and you show me how to play some of these American arcade games?"

"Sounds great!" I think I jumped a little.

Hold yourself together sisturhhh.

"Oh I didn't get your name by the way" I added.

"It's Brantley"

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