𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙄𝘼 𝙋𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘽𝙄𝙊

eleven

I had just gotten out of the shower, and let me tell you; it was the best one I've had in a while. The water was finally starting to become warmer, for the past week we had trouble turning on hot water. It was the worst, but now that dad has it all fixed, watch me take a shower two times a day.

I hadn't checked my phone yet, and it was currently dead. For the past ten minutes I've been trying to find my charger in literally sweats and a bra; I even asked my mom who had an android if she had stolen my charger. I mentally cursed as I continued searching for it, it wouldn't be Evan since he barely uses his phone. He's that kind of guy. It was ugly, how can one live without a phone? Or go a whole day without one? He's done that, trust me.

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration, I threw the duvet over the bed and began looking under the bedsheets, I know it was dumb, who fhe hell would hide a charger under the bedsheet? After going for a search again, I failed. I had to get a new one, and that means going to the nearest Walmart which I wasn't in the mood for. My plan today was to chill at home and text Mattia; but now I freaking can't. Evan and Dad would never in a million years let me use their chargers; Stupid men.

"Haven't found it yet honey?" Moms voice was heard from behind me, I turned around and sighed heavily. She stood there, a hand on my doorknob with a slight frown on her face. Mom was definitely my favorite in the family. I shook my head and placed my hands on my waist as I looked around my room, "Alrighty then, get dressed and I'll give you some money for a new charger." She sent me a small smile and I immediately smiled back.

"Mom, I love you," I chuckled, pulling her in for a hug, she hugged me back and as she did, my towel that was wrapped around my hair fell; revealing my wet hair, "I'll be down in a couple of minutes." I told her, pulling away from the hug. She nodded her head before walking down the stairs. I closed the door behind me and turned on the hair dryer; I couldn't get out of the house with soaked wet hair.

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"But dad!" I whined, "Why can't I freaking go alone? I don't get it; it's one in the afternoon and plus it's just freaking Walmart!" I argued. Dad was forcing me to head to Walmart and bring along my brother with me, apparently there's this new kidnapping method or some shit, and he didn't want me going alone. I could care less.

Mom headed to grandmas right after she gave me the money, so she wasn't here to defend me. I heard Evan scoff next to me, he leaned against the counter, eating from a bowl of grapes. He had on a black t-shirt and wore some ripped jeans along with some black converse; a chain was wrapped around his neck. One thing about Evan; he had a good taste in style.

"Will you just shut the fuck up?" Evan glared at me, a grape in his mouth. I gave him a disgusted look, "I don't think you'd like to get kidnapped and killed." He rolled his eyes, putting away the bowl of grapes before rubbing his hands together. Dad nodded in agreement, his arms crossed against his chest.

What a good way to start this already shitty fucking day. I groaned and followed Evan outside the house and to the car, I hopped in the passenger seat as he hopped in the drivers seat, "Seatbelt." I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Seatbelt." He mocked me in a girly voice, completely ignoring me and starting the car before backing out the drive way. I rolled my eyes and buckled up as I looked out the window when he began to drive towards the nearest Walmart.