You Didn't Think This Through

Chapter 6

Andi

I've been in some weird situations. I've been in a lot of weird situations.

Staring down Brooks mum with a glare I'd never even dare give to my Mum is one of them.

"What," I say more then ask, Brooks jumps, her arms falling down to her side. Her Mum's mouth fell open like a fly was in front of her.

"Come on honey, words are useful. You can do it!" I chide and Brooks covers her face next to me.

Her Mum points a shaky finger at me. "What are you doing with my daughter?" She snarls, I yawn to show it doesn't bother me.

"Being a good friend," Even if we weren't friends I was gonna throw it in her face. Brooks slid past her Mum and hurried down the hallway.

Okay. Dear Brooks, I appreciate you're drunk. But if you didn't leave me with your homophobic mother. That would be fan-fucking-tastic.

Her Mum prods me in the chest, "You don't get to talk to my daughter."

I yawn and cover my mouth with my hand before looking down at my fake watch. "Oh,  I'm sorry. I forgot the part where you get to control what the ever-loving fuck I do?"

"You are an abomination."

"Is it because of the boots?" I look down at my boots and then back up at her, "I think my boots look good! Do they look good?"

"You're unnatural," she snapped.

"Ma'am, that's an overreaction over boots. They're made outta leather, they're very natural," I reply and her face turns red.

"You can't be gay!" She shrieks in my face and I blink at her.

I looked down at my boots and then back at her face, twisted with anger and with blonde hair that frankly looks kinda limp.

Looking at the wall behind her I kicked my foot at the wall lightly. "I mean, I think I can."

"You're going to hell."

I sigh, "How many times do I have to tell people like you, I have a kingdom to fucking run!"

The door gets slammed in my face.

I turn around and start walking to my house, kicking at any loose rocks so they shatter across the path.

Thankfully, it's not raining. It's not hot either and most sadly it's cloudy meaning the weather could change at any point and Uno reverse me.

I make it home without the sky opening up on me and drenching me, just before I can dramatically flop onto my bed Aylin walks in.

Without knocking.

How. Fucking. Rude.

She sits on my bed and I sit down too. "Andi."

"Ayla?"

Aylin takes a deep breath and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. Then she starts tapping on the ground with her boots, a tune we both know is familiar but not where from.