--Paige--
I forgot about my bike and ran home. My dad of course was sitting around, watching food network and drinking.
"DAD!" I yelled
"Yea honey?!" He screamed in reply
"Can I sleepover at Jordans?!"
"Yea sure whatever!" He called, he sounded adgitated "I need a nap!"
"OK bye!" I called
I packed a bag, grabbed a sleeping bag (which I don't intend to use) and rushed out the door. At that moment I wish I had my bike. I wheezed up the hill. Taking several breaks. I finally reached Jordans house after 45 minutes of wheezing and struggling. I made my way up the driveway and strained a devilish smile. I would get to sleep with Jordan tonight. I rang the doorbell. To my suprise Jordans SISTER answerd. We had a bad relationship ever since she babysat four years ago. She glared at me.
"JORDAN YOU'RE BRAT FRIEND IS HERE!" she screamed
"Just a minute charolette!" Jordan yelled from upstairs "I am making myself appealing!"
"Come in." Charolatte muttered
I stepped inside the cool house.
"Hey Paigey!" Jordan's mom called from the living room
I smiled again and waited for Jordan. I ghasped when he walked down the stairs. His abs were toned and his hair was slicked up in the front
"JORDAN HILLSON PUT YOU'RE SHIRT ON RIGHT NOW!!!" his mom screamed
"But..." Jordan noticed the horrified look on his moms face "fine!" He mutterd
His mom watched attentavley as she walked upstairs. I snuck in another grin. I coulden't wait to crawl into bed next to him and feel the sweet texture of those abs.
"I suppose you brought appropriate sleepwear and a sleeping bag..." Jordan's mom mumbled as I sat down
"Yea I did!" I said triumphantly
She smiled and turned to Charolette.
"I expect 24/7 survelience of these kids young lady!" She ordered
"Okay mother!" Charolette said as she flashed an evil grin at me
I remembered with dread that Charolette was phsycic. She could read me. My face turned tomato red as I walked out of the room. I bumped into Jordan as he flew down the stairs.
"My room now!" He said furiously
I raced after him as he charged up the stairs. When we reached his room I ghasped. There was cameras and microphones everywhere I cringed as one aimed toward me.
"This is ridiculous!" Jordan screamed "My mother is a flippin stalker!"
"What was that?" Charolette said calmly from behind us
I jumped. Her even tone made my skin crawl.
"Why all the cameras?!" I blurted
"Jordan's mother is just trying to protect you from the harm of motherhood dear." She said cooly
My stomach tightend. I swallowed the bile in my throaght and glared at Charolette. I wanted to scream. Of course I didn't want to be a mom. I didn't even plan to strip down!
