The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 22

Stumbling out of the car, I smiled behind me as Neon sent me a smiling wave. I wonder how much he drunk? Maybe he's just naturally happy? He didn't do anything weird either, which is weird, and almost unsettling but nice. He's nice, maybe I'll get to dance with him again? Feeling my face turn red I quickly gave myself a few rough smacks.
"What are you thinking?" I scolded myself quietly as I entered a code in the keypad and unlocked the door.
"No boys," especially when you've only known them for a few hours, what are you... a cliche? Oh god what if I am? Panic settled into my blood as an odd fear permeated my veins, has my life already been predetermined by some 13 year old girl writing on a website? "Nah, that shits not real, it's just me, reality, and a whole lot of depression" I laughed at the end as I walked into the kitchen.
"Who the hell are you talking to?" Letting out a shrill scream I nearly fell backwards as a voice broke through the silence. Looking around I stared at the glow of light coming from the fridge, Grey is standing in the fridge, his head tucked into something.
"Uhm, what're you doing up? It's like 3 in the morning and ya too young and the Children are going to be corrupted because everyone's not going to bed and-"
"Don't you think it's you who should be going to bed?" His voice rung out sarcastically as he took himself out of the fridge and made himself a home leaning against the dark counter top.
"I'm an adult"
"Ok whatever you say hot shot, let's get you to bed before you do something stupid. And before jake realizes you're not here." He mumbled the last part, the mood suddenly dropping as an uneasy vibe suddenly took hold of the room.
"Since when do you care so much for my safety?" I stared down at him, I myself standing about a head above him.
"Because I... lets just get you to bed..." with a raspy voice he slung a heavy arm around my shoulder pulling me foward.
There was something sad about it, although i can't really place my hand on it, there was just something... unsettling. Practically carrying me up the stairs I tried not squeak as I tripped over my feet. And once I- we made it up the stairs I sighed in relief.
"That wasn't too bad now, was it?" I smiled as I dusted my pants off, he only replied with a 'mhm' but I don't think he was too mad.
Walking to the office, I watched as he was about to turn away. "Wait." I demanded, stopping, he turned around and crossed his arms, a flicker of moonlight streaming through the window and hitting his eyes. The green hue popped while the brown in them, made them look dark, and while I might not be the best the best at reading people I could certainly read his eyes. Sadness, for some reason his eyes looked sad while his body mannerisms looked bored. What happened? He was always such a dick head, but suddenly... it was like he just kind of snapped, it's like he's not even the same person.
"What do you want, can you not make it up another fligh-"
"Shut up." I stumbled run over to him and pulled him into a hug, "I don't know what happened, but... will you please stop looking at me with eyes like that. Please." Patting his head like a dog with one hand and rubbing his back with the other I shoved his head into my shoulder. Kind of like a grandmother does to comfort her family.

Since when did I care, I'm not quite sure when but I was suddenly in bed. I never really cared all that much for my brothers. certainly not jake since he's been a total douche, even in the womb he been an ass, trying to strangle me with his umbilical cord. But grey? I've never really thought much of besides being a shit. But now as I watch him, I just, he just... seems so different. As if the life has been beaten out of him. Maybe someone hurt his pride? Hurt him? Something coiled sickenly in my stomach. Who would hurt him, and how bad must've it been for him to have such a change.

Lightly biting my nails, I lulled myself to sleep, trying to change my thoughts from completely bleak to somewhat optimistic. Like lop bunnies and cute cats, yeah that kind of stuff is always nice.

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Curling into my pillow I groaned, my stomach awkwardly sloshing at even the slightest of movements. My head feeling like a ten pound bowling ball, all the blankets and pillows feeling starchy. Groaning I rolled over and dreadfully grabbed onto the nightstand. Heaving myself up I sludged myself into the wall and practically crawled down the stairs, heavy the door open I tried not to slam it into the other side of the wall. Emphasis on the tried.
"Shit." I mumbled as I nonchalantly walked out of the office and down the stairs.
Something gotta fix this, cause honestly I'm not built for this shit. I thought cranky as I sloughed my way through the house. Walking into the dining room I noticed a large black hutch, and something in it in particular caught my eye. Rows upon rows of different liquors line the shelf. With glimmering eyes I walked over and plucked open the cabinet door, "come to mama" I drawled as I pulled out a bottle of red wine, the diet of all wines. Oo diet wine-" I could make killer money off that" i scratched my chin as I walked into the kitchen, quietly setting the bottle down I scuttled around till o found what i was looking for.
Setting down on the couch I sipped my wine like the boozy bitch I am and turned on reality tv, because honestly what else do teenagers do in the morning? Clean? I know I sure as hell ain't. Feeling the residual hangover being replaced with drunk I smiled in content as I nearly fell back to sleep. But alas like all good things, my brain said no, a loud noise coming from nowhere making me jump. A hegwhothere sound leaving my mouth, wiping my eyes I stared around my eyes landing on a tall, scarily, yet desirably thin lady. I nearly screamed at her sudden appearance... almost.
Analyzing her, I watched as her Indian styled, bangle bracelets jangled loudly  as she scratched her exposed stomach. Her whole body looks sunken in, like sun dried tomatoes. Switching her stance she sighed.
"Don't you know wine has a lot of calories? You're gonna get... the f word." She whispered, her hand coming up to her mouth as if she was muddering the name of a killer ghost.
"For starters, who the hell are ya, cause unless my brother turned into a girl I don't remember ya. And why would me getting more calories lead me to getting fucked?" Her face seemed to burn red at the statement and for a minute it was like i was staring at Kelsey.
"Not fucked no far worse...  fat, and how do you not know me? I'm your brothers girlfriend?" She stated very matter of fact.
"Oh that's- "
"Well either way, it looks like you could use one of these." She dug around in a bag that not doubt costed easily 2k, shaking out a bottle she handed me 2 tablets.
"What is it?" I watched miffed as she took the ¾ empty bottle from me and slurped down 2 pills herself.
"Skinny pills" she giggled, staring down at the tablets I stared at my legs and then gave a glance at my arms, I guess I could lose some weight.
Washing the pills down I smiled, skinny, sounds nice. Giving a glance I watched as she plopped down next to me, her long hair spraying everywhere like golden hay. Studying her face I noticed how she has a suspiciously straight nose, her brown eyes staring determinedly at the tv screen and her lips have clearly had some work. Not gonna lie though, they look good. We sat there for a while, discussing the latest drama and how she wished she could meet them and then 'jokingly' ask who they're plastic surgeons are. She's really not that bad, she just has issues like the rest of us.
"What's your name anyways," I spoke up as the show cut to a  break.
"Oh me? I'm natalie! and let me guess your May?"
"The one and only" I laughed I as I got up, deciding I shouldn't really tempt my luck and leave the bottle on the couch. 

Looks like today is gonna be a lazy day.

AN****

I'm gonna try and do weekly updates again, although shits hard, imma try anyways.