That Summer

Hurrah!

"We're going to the movies. hurrah! We're going to the movies. hurrah!" I sing skipping around the house.

Jasmine, Sammy, Cole, Ericka, Danny, Charlie, Iyanna and I are going to the cinema. Ericka, Danny, Charlie and Iyanna are some of my other close friends. Yes i have other friends.

Sam has already met them sometime when he and Jasmine were out. They had a friend grouping without me, which i am still not over, and they seem to like him.

Right now, Cole is eating breakfast wearing his shorts and no shirt and none of the boys are home. We've settled into the normalities of life at lakeside beach, which is the boys always going out.

Sammy and Jasmine are coming later. So i am being busy annoying Cole by skipping around the house.

"I know. Stop running around. You're giving me a headache."

"No. That's from you drinking last night." I say skipping past him.

Cole went to a huge party last night and later called me to pick him up because he forgot to have a DD.

"Would you shut up about that." He grumbles.

Obviously he is a grouch when he has hangovers.

I was skipping around the couch and about to go into the hallway when the most horrible thing happened.

I stubbed my pinky toe.

"Fuck! Ow!" I say.

"What now!?" Cole yells from the kitchen.

"Shut up i'm dying over here! Have some sympathy!"

I hear him mumble "Stupid girl." but i choose to ignore him for his sake.

I sit on the ground, hold my toe and rock back and forth. I put pressure on it so it hurts all at once.

I think making something that already hurts, hurt even more is healing.

I also think i need help.

"Poop. Poop. Poop." I say to the archway leading to the hallway. "I hate you."

"I hate you too." Cole says from the kitchen.

I pout even though he can't see me. "I wasn't talking to you."

"Oh." Is all he says.

I lay back onto the floor and stay there.

I hear Cole get up and wash his bowl. I stare at the ceiling.

I hear Cole walk out of kitchen and into the hallway. I think of how much i want to kill the archway because my toe still hurts.

I see the top of Coles head. I don't have time to think because Cole steps on my foot and I scream.

Cole groans and covers his ears. "Shut up."

"You stepped on my foot!" I yell.

Cole rubs his head. "That's your fault. I didn't see you. Why were you on the floor."

"I stubbed my toe."

"I know. Like 5 minutes ago. Why are you still on the floor?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Too lazy to get up i guess."

He shakes his head and steps over me.

"Get up. You need to drive me home so i can take a shower and change."

"Drive yourself home." I say getting up from the ground. I limp to the couch.

"With what car? You drove me here remember?" He says.