Chapter Six

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So, after the awkward night, me and Flo 'crashed'- as many people would say- as soon as we got back to my house.

Mr. I'm so amazing, a.k.a: my a-hole twin brother Greg (HA! You thought I was going to talk about Brett, didn't you) is playing video games. I said hi to him and he didn't even acknowledge my presence, how rude is that?

Anyway, I woke up to the lovely sound of birds chirping away. Yes, it was peaceful, but it also slightly, by the teeniest, tiniest fraction, pissed me off since it woke me up. Now, I am most likely to be a complete grouch all day, thank you very much birdies.

You know, I know this is completely off topic, but I would like to have a pet bird one day. However, there is one problem, I have a cat, and she likes to hunt down small birdies.

My train of thoughts then decided to think of the highly unanticipated subject of high school. I wonder what it would be like? I know that in the U.S they don't have any particular school uniform, but that means putting effort into what you're going to wear, even though I'm most likely not going to be bothered about what I wear most of the time, but Greg is. Let me tell you, if Greg is bothered, he will not leave me alone about it. He'll ask me stupid questions like: "Is this shirt too loose, can you see the outline of my biceps?", "Do you think *insert a girl's name* would like this? I'm trying to show her what she can't have" and it just goes on and on, I never hear the end of it!

I heard footsteps approaching my room. I looked around, Flo doesn't seem to be here, so it must be her. I decided to stay in bed for a little while longer, my Disney princess covers are just so comfy and warm. Yes, I have Disney princess bed sheets, so what? Also, just in case you were wondering (you probably weren't, but I'm just going to tell you anyway) my favourite Disney princesses are Mulan, Tiana, and Rapunzel.

I felt the absence of Doughnut, who normally decides to sleep on my bed on top of my feet.

My door opened, and for some odd reason Flo didn't do anything, she just came in and stood there.

"Flo, please can you at least close the door if you're planning on staying here, I don't want the cold air to enter my room"

I got no answer, so I turned around. To my surprise, it was Brett. Oh, for goodness sake, what is this guy doing in my bloody room?

Brett was with my little munchkin playing with her in my room, then he kissed my munchkin and was smiling, and did I mention he was wearing a Green Day band tee, boys got good music taste (in my opinion), BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

"Who's a cute kitty" He better be talking about the cat and not me. Anyway, what the hell? One minute he boasts about being this hard core 'bad-boy' that everyone says he is. Next minute, he's in my room, playing with my cat.

"What the hell?" he jumped, and Doughnut ran to me and I cuddled her, she's my little munchkin, I hope he didn't give her any catnip or anything, she goes crazy with that and takes a liking to the person that gave it to her, I don't trust him.

"Sorry, Greg let me in and I saw your cat Doughnut and I just couldn't help it, I love cats" usually in teen novels the 'bad-boys' normally like dogs, this is weird for a change.

"How do you know her name?"

"Greg"

"Oh, and what are you doing here, in my room and where the hell is Flo?"

"Oh, she's um"

"She left, didn't she?"

"Yep"

"The fact that you were in my room while I was sleeping, you're probably wondering why I'm not freaking out right now, especially since I just met you and don't have the best relationship with you..." (this is sounding awfully like Edward from Twilight- and gosh do I hate Twilight! – no offence to anyone that likes it).

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