The Road Trip.

The Road Trip: Chapter Thirteen

"U-um... Sorry for just n-now, e-err you know I d-din't err mean t-to!" I was settled down on a couch inside the Clinstons', facing two idiots who almost made me die of embarrassment. I was clearly doubting the purpose of the Clinstons' existences. They seemed like they merely existed to make me feel embarrassment. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. "Alright, you're forgiven, Mr. Knock-It-All," I paused awhile before continuing, a sparkle started to form in my eyes. "But, you have to do something for me." His eyes immediately widened, and he immediately replied, "Yes, yes! What is it?" "Well...." I continued, "You have to promise me that you will be available to come over to my house to fix anything that's broken, anytime."

I was acutely reminded how professional my dad was at breaking and screwing things up. 

"What?! You want me to be your personal construction worker?! Or some repair man?!" Mr. Knock-It-All started to fluster. I immediately replied a "Yes." He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment before mumbling, "Fine." "And oh, forget all about today's incident," I told them, silently hoping they would actually agree to it. To my utmost disappointment, both of them replied in a unicent voice, "No way!" I rolled my eyes and scowled at them. "Thanks, Mr. Knock-It-All," I paused before I continued again, "And you too, Jesse Clinston." 

"No problemo!" Both of them chirped at approximately the same time again. I crossed my arms and frowned at them before Mr. Knock-It-All flew up his seat and ran across the living room, heading straight for the door. "Damn, I forgot I was supposed to meet Gary! See you guys," He shouted from behind him as he flung open the door, this time, wary of whoever he was going to knock. Soon after, he disappeared out of the house, leaving the door slightly ajar. It was only when the eerie silence hit me when I realized I was right there, sitting in the living room of the Clinstons', all alone.... Yes, with Jesse. Jesse Clinston.

"So.... What's up?" Jesse's face drew a huge question mark. No, he did not just think that I came here to break down or start crying to him.

"If you need a listening ear, walk down three doors to your left and find a purple door," I tried speaking in a voice which mimicked his deep, masculine accent. 

Major fail.

He blurted out in laughter and replied, "So...?" He gestured to his ear, signalling to me that he would be more than willing to listen to whatever teenage hormonal drama I was about to relate to him. How cliche. Obviously, I wasn't going to tell him anything. He was some what still a stranger after all.

"Um... Thanks for all that food," I muttered. His right eyebrow started to raise above his left's, before he broke into a wide grin. "Not a problem," He winked at me.

Oh, God.

Could he stop winking? I was silently hoping he didn't actually think he was a super star. 

We sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up, "How's your butt? You looked like you wanted to cry back there." Once again, his voice was tinted with a hint of sympathy. The rest of it was plain mock though. I rolled my eyes, "Thanks to Mr. Fucking-Knock-It-All. Seriously, he must be blind to not notice me at all man," It was only after I spoke that I realized what came out of my mouth. Mr. Knock-It-All obviously couldn't see me! Geez, how dumb could I actually get? 

"Do you ever think before you speak?" He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. Obviously, I don't. I was starting to hate that habit of mine so much. 

"Well, your Mr. Knock-It-All..... He's actually my brother."

What. The. Hell.

I was pretty sure that hotness exists in the bloodline of the Clinstons' now. Jesse must have noticed my puzzled face before he quickly added,

"Ain't no worries, he ain't pedophile or anything. He's just plain gay." 

I flinched at the last sentence. Did I just hear the word gay? 

Oh, God.

Before I could start making stupid assumptions, Jesse interrupted again.

"In case you were wonderin', both the interior and exterior of this house was based on my mother's crazy designs. And, the hideous car you sat in that day was my dad's, which my brother was obsessing with." 

Oh. My. Fuck.

What exactly is wrong with the Clinstons?!

Firstly, the eldest son had to be gay, and then the youngest son had to be a total douchebag. Now, both the parents of these two assholes are just plain crazy. Who did I even get involved with in the first place? I was about to throw up when Jesse interrupted me again. 

"I'm sorry if I gave you a startle. Well, welcome to my life."

Oh. So Jesse was that unhappy to be fitted among a family of plain idiots? Well, come to think of it, who would? For once I actually pitied him. 

"Wel.... My condolences to your sanity," It was now my turn to mock him. He rolled his eyes and then added, "Well, I'm about to lose my masculinity soon too." Both of us erupted into another symphony of laughter before I noticed the large, orange clock which was mounted on the hot pink walls of his house. It was already seven o'clock. I had to be home then, and yes, face the terror of having to swallow poop. Jesse must have noticed me staring at the clock, because he immediately stood up and headed towards the door. "I'd walk you back," He grinned at me. 

Great.

At least he wasn't as heartless.

As soon as I stepped out of the Clinstons', I spectated a mini drama taking place.