And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 12

Charlie's POV:

I wake up with the biggest migraine I ever had. What the heck happened last night? I think.
Oh. Now I remember.
I shudder.
"I see you're very happy." Austin says as he walks into the room.
I glare at him.
"So I have this feeling you're mad at Dylan." He concludes. He sits down on the chair Angie has in the corner of her room.
"Darn! I really didnt want anyone to notice!" I snap. I flop down into my pillow.
"You have to get up. Angie has this remedy for these kinds of headaches. They work like magic." He smiles.
I groan.
"Get up." Austin orders.
"I am up." I say.
"I will push you off the bed." Austin threatens.
"IM GETTING UP GO DOWNSTAIRS BEFORE I EAT YOUR BRAINS OUT!" I snap.
"Okay! Okay!" He sighs while walking out the door.
I slowly roll out of bed. I make a loud thump as my butt hits the ground.
"Ow." I say nonchalantly.
I slowly walk into the bathroom and turn on the light.
I swear, what I saw in the mirror wasn't human.
My jaw drops at how bad I look. I frown.
Well, I might as well take a shower.

Angie's POV:

"Austin, I swear, if you freaking touch me one more time with your freaking foot, you will be kicked out of this freaking house before you can say pumpkins" I threaten. He grins. I roll my eyes and turn back to the TV.
My time to watch Teen Wolf is sadly interrupted by a very annoying five year old putting his disgusting feet on my shoulder. I snap my head towards Austin. He smiles evilly.
"Pumpkins." He taunts.
My blood boils. My eye twitches. My whole body shakes.
"That's it. Im done. I HATE YOU." I scream, then stomp out of the room.
Charlie's POV:
I get out of the bathroom, right as I hear Angie slam the door. Good job Austin, you put her in a bad mood. Nice one.
"I hate him." She states.
"You don't." I smile.
"Don't. Even. Talk." She snaps through gritted teeth.
"Sorry!" I say, then run back into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

I swear. Angie is bipolar. One minute shes yelling at you, then the next minute, shes getting ready for a football game. I really don't even know. Like right now. We are gettin ready to go to the football game.
"Charlie, stop pacing, I'm getting sweaty just watching you." Angie complains.
"What if Dylan tries to talk to me? What if he kisses another girl? Angie! You know how I applied for a job at the surf shop? What if I didnt get the job! Oh my god. My math test. Wha-"
"EMILY SHUT THE FRICKING HECK UP!" Angie screeches. I stop ranting.
"Okay. Im cool. I swear." I say mostly to myself.
"Dylan isn't even going to the game." Angie states.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"He's going to a dinner. I don't really know. He may be getting a scholarship of some sort for football." Angie explains, "I don't really know the details, I just know he's going to a dinner."
"Well that just made me feel better." I say happily, "Now, when's Emma getting-"
"IM HEEEERRRRREEEE!" Emma yells answering my question.
"Come upstairs then!" Angie yells.
"SHUT UP." Austin orders.
"You will die." Angie threatens.
"Oo. Im so scared." Austin taunts.
"Im so done." Angie mutters. She slowly stands up the walks down the stairs.
After about five minutes of Austin yelling in pain, Angie comes back up smiling happily.
"We are on good terms now." She states.
"Angie, please tell me he's still alive!" Emma sighs.
"The only thing thats dead is his reputation. He got beaten by a girl." She smiles, then gets back to her make up.
After 5 minutes Angie is done getting ready, and after about 20 minutes, she is finished with me.
Emma had decided that she wanted to get ready herself. She's been acting weird lately. I dont know... More distant I guess.
"Emma?"
"Hmm." She replies while putting on some eyeliner.
"Are you okay?" Angie asks.
She sighs.
"Mikey is moving." She states, "Tomorrow."
"WHAT?!" Angie and I both yell.
Her voice cracks as she speaks,
"His band is gonna try out for a couple of shows, they're probably gonna make it." She explains, "Im not gonna be able to see him for a year." She cries.
"Emma. Its okay. This happens all the time." Angie comforts.
"I don't know what to do!" She groans.
"Ill tell you what you're going to do." Angie states, "You, are going to find a boy. At this game. And all will be better." She smiles.
"Unless the boy is Mikey or Bradley, then I don't care." She huffs.
"You are coming to that game whether you like it or not." She orders.
"No." Emma pouts.
"Get up. Right now Emma." I order. Angie and I both simultaneously fall into the same pose. Hip out and arms crossed. We glare.
Emma rolls her eyes while going back to working on we eyeliner.
"I was going to go anyways."