Pride

8

We made our way downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of food floating around the air.

I noticed Brittany playing with the little kids outside, she seems like someone that'd have kids in the future with a 'picture perfect husband' as she always tells everyone when they ask what she wants in the future.

Honestly if only she wasn't against me so much, I would've given her a number from one of the guys that I knew.

He looked like her type, cause she always talks about what she loves both look wise and personality wise.

Rikko was staring at the food very intimately, probably also hungry as fuck.

Walking outside I went to go help out dad a bit with the tables.

Believe me, my parents hate me. But dad actually pays less attention to me, and lets me help him out in any case.

And the devil spawn that's my mother, she would probably kill me if dad wasn't in the room in any way, shape or form.

Joanna was bringing out the plates and utensils, meanwhile the aunts and my mom were taking out the food and gossiping.

I felt this weird feeling in my gut, and felt like someone was looking at me.

Turning around to look where I felt it coming from, I saw that it was Brittany. She had a clear smirk on her face, telling me that something will happen tonight. And she might be the cause of it.

- time skip -

Everyone was sitting around the table, eating and talking. Drinking juice, water or probably even the wine that me and Joanna went to buy.

Speaking of her, she was sitting next to me. Talking about some drama that happened in school.

Mentioning a guy that is hated by almost everyone in his class, and how she feels sorry about him.

"Honestly, I think the girls are sometimes overdramatic." she says, taking a bite from the chicken she had on her plate.

"Poor guy, at least he hangs out with the other class more, right?" Rikko mentions, a small frown evident on his face.

"Yeah he does. Anyway, I was wondering, where are you gonna work?" Jo asked, staring at me.

"I...... Honestly haven't thought about it..... Maybe I could write songs, record them with John and post them on YouTube? That would be a start. But if nothing works out, I could be a barista in one of the local bars near by."

"So you wanna be a singer, huh?" Rikko asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

"I guess you could say so." I said, staring at the leftovers on my plate.

"I will continue to support that Mike. Gotta stay the supportive little sister." Jo laughed, making me smile slightly at her words.

Just now again noticing that someone is staring at me, again.

I looked up and scanned my family members, only to notice that it was again Brittany.

She got up and walked over to our little group, a fake smile showing us that she was up to something.

"Hey, Michael. Could you help me get more apple juice from inside? The kids want more, and there's none here with us." Brittany asked in a too cheerful of a voice.

"I guess, sure." I got up, following her inside as Joanna and Rikko looked with worried expressions.

Brittany seemed calm now, not as cheerful as before. My brows furrowed as we didn't go to the kitchen, but instead further into our house.

The mood lowered itself with each step we took.

Finally we stopped in front of my room, she turned around and looked up at me.

I stiffened up when I saw her face.....