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12 - dinner ( part 1 )

we knock on the door and april opens it.

"aahhhh oh my god i'm so excited!! come in come in." april squeals. she gives all of us a hug.

we greet the dad who's name is zach. him and my dad go outside and have beers and me, my mom and april sit down in the living room.

"ugh brandon he's so disrespectful. he brought his girlfriend to have dinner with us and they haven't gone downstairs once to see if i need help with anything." she says annoyed.

as soon as i hear her say girlfriend my heart drops.

"BRANDON COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" april calls/yells.

there is a pause.

"why?!" he says.

"ella and her parents are here don't be rude!" she says gritting her teeth.

my mom looks at me confused. "isn't he your friend? he should be excited to see you."

i shrug my shoulders.

him and his girlfriend who is the girl he was making out with at school come downstairs and her lipstick is all over her face. i look at april.

she looks the girl up and down with a disgusted look. the girl looks at me and then brandon.

"why is she here?" she says trying to make it not noticeable.

"excuse me young lady?" april snaps at her. "you will not walk in my house and disrespect me and my visitors!"

i roll my eyes.

brandon is just standing there not even looking at me. what's his problem?!

april sighs. "and go fix your lipstick."

i can tell that april has been so nice to brandon's girlfriend and she finally snapped today.

she goes upstairs to fix her lipstick. brandon and april sit in the living room. fine! if brandon is going to give me this shit that i haven't done anything to deserve than he'll get the same.

"that girlfriend of yours is very rude." april says annoyed at brandon.

"her names emily." he corrects.

"why aren't you two talking to eachother? i thought you guys were best friends." april says.

i fake a smile and go back to not talking. brandon doesn't say anything.

"how about you two and emily go in the basement and play table tennis or 8ball?" april offers.

emily comes downstairs and sits down.

"no thanks." i say quietly.

me and brandon have eye contact for a second and i break it.

"come on sweetie." my mom says. "stop being antisocial."

i roll my eyes.

"brandon." april warns her son.

he gets up lazily and puts his arm around emily's shoulder. "are you coming?!"

"what's his problem?" my mom comments. i can tell that she's annoyed at him.

"i don't know what's gotten into him." april says.

i get up and follow them.

brandon sits down on the couch and emily sits on his lap. i stand up.

"why does she have to be here?" emily says thinking that she's being quiet.

"literally what's your issue? i haven't even been rude to you or him." i say irritated.

"ugh. who even invited you here? you probably tagged along with your mom." she says laughing.

i look at brandon in a 'are you serious?' face.

she grabs his face and they start making out.

"why do you put yourself into my life and then act like you don't know me?!" i yell at him. "if you're gonna act like a dickhead out of no where then at least have the balls to tell me why!"

i leave and slam the door. i am fuming!

my face has anger and hate written all over it.

i go to the living room and sit down aggressively. my mom and april flinch. "what's wrong honey?" my mom asks.

"are you okay?" april asks.

"i'm fine!" i say trying to not sound angry but i sound really angry.

"is it my son?!" she says angry.

"no." yes it is.