Weirdo

Brownies

Edited~

The house was silent. I tried to make it better by playing some music to liven up the room. I opened the doors to my dogs crates and put each of them in, maybe not in their own crates... oops? Hey, it's for a good cause. It's brownie time.

Walking back to the kitchen I headed straight for the cabinet next to my big silver fridge where the brownie mix was kept... the brownie is calling... Opening the cabinet, being the klutz I am, I hit my head against the cabinets door. I clutched my head as I dropped the brownie mix on the floor, it wasn't opened, by the way, "Ouch..." I hissed, before yelling, "DAMN IT GARY!!!" If you're wondering, Gary's my dad, our family has a joke where we blame pretty much everything on our dad who left a little while ago. After our mom died he just kinda... Left. I guess he doesn't really care for us but it's cool. I mean, I'm not complaining, living with my two brothers, Trevor and Tyler isn't that bad.

Tyler is 22, Trevor is 17, and I'm a measly 15 year old and still acting like an 8 year old. Yeah, it's a good life. Trevor and I are usually forced to stay at home while Tyler is off at classes. Opening the drawer while humming to a song that I blasted on my phone I took out some scissors, cutting the bag open.

If I haven't mentions, The names Taylor, yeah, TTT for the Breitfeller siblings.

As I held the now opened bag of brownie mix I used my other hand to get out a bowl, which I then proceeded to dump the mix into. Getting a few eggs, I cracked them into the bowl, throwing the empty egg shells into the garbage. I got some water, poured that in, and watched as the mix started to actually look like chocolate. Then, getting out the vegetable oil, pouring that in, well aware that it's unhealthy. What, I'm fat, and I need my unhealthy foods. But, surprisingly, despite what I just said, I can eat a serving size worth a family and still be rather skinny. Genetics for the win.

What just looked like chocolate now looks like a gross mess. What oil does to brownies... stay healthy kids. If I were to describe this mess... I'd say that it looks like sewer water... with a kidney stone so that's a definite plus... sarcasm sarcasm. I started mixing the brownies but as I was doing that it made a disgusting oily pop sound that gave me the chills.

(I was making brownies while writing this and I got chocolate all over my phone! hehe XD)

When I was done mixing I poured all the batter into a cake pan and started licking the chocolate off the spoon that I used to pour it in. My phone started to ring. Oh, it was my best friend and annoying neighbor, Chris.

"Whaddya' want, ya jerk" I said when I answered the phone, continuing to mix the chocolate goodness. "Whatcha doin?" He asked me in a little kid's voice. "Haha, You know the usual... getting salmonella." I joked. I ate another spoonful of the remaining brownie batter.

"Hey... can I come over?" he asked. I laughed, "LOL no. Tyler is out and who knows where and Trevor is-" I was interrupted by my thoughts and memories about the past. I know Chris. He doesn't ask to come over. He never asks to come over.

Hearing someone coming down my stairs, I answered, "You're already here aren't you...? " I asked. "I climbed in through your bedroom window." He giggled. Yeah, he giggled. He's that manly, and cool I guess... When our family moved in he already lived right next door, and our bedroom windows face each other, and on the first day I moved here he asked if I could show him my panties.

Of course, being a proud female, I gave him a death glare and told him to piss off, but at school, he's the popular guy. He's got a bunch of girls panties to see. All the girls hit on him, so why see mine? Just saying.... and FYI, we aren't dating. He's a flirtatious idiot. And I never will. The girls are evil though, no joke I swear. They glare at me when Chris isn't around. I thought he was an idiot but he's popular. If being popular was judged by idiocy I'd be a celebrity. I felt a set of arms wrap around me and I dropped my spoon into the bowl. "....Do you want to die? I will-"

He unlatched his arms from me as I turned around. "Whoa, looks like someone beat me to it. " I said in surprise, my eyes widening. He usual bright blue eyes were black and one was swollen shut. He had blood stains on his white shirt and his black hair that was usually kept in a neatish messyish fashion, if that makes sense, was full on frizzy and knotted.

"I hope the other guy looks worse then you" I said as I put my hand on his cheek, frowning, inspecting the cut on the side of his face, he put his hand over mine, "Guys," he corrected, "And they do believe me." he grinned.