Anger Is A Girl's Best Friend(I Am Not Okay With This fanfic)

Only Friends, Val/Seeing Is Believing/Grocery Shopping

   The next morning I woke up by falling face flat off of Syd's bed. Good fucking morning, floor. I groaned, my face throbbing, and pushed myself up, then sighed, smelling toast, and hearing voices in the kitchen. I unzipped my backpack, and pulled out the spare clothes I brought with me, then proceeded to strip down to my bra and underwear, stretching. The bedroom door suddenly slammed open, causing me to jump, and lo and behold, Syd's face turned almost as red as her hair, her eyes looking me up and down. "Fucking hell, Syd! Don't you knock?!" To be fair, it was her fucking room, and normally, being stared at by a pretty girl didn't bother me, but being caught by the girl I was crushing on in nothing but my undergarments, where she could literally see every bruise, scar and mark on my body was nothing short of embarrassing. I knew my face had to have been as red as hers, the heat making me feel like I had a sunburn, and I quickly yanked on my neon yellow sweater and jeans. Normally, I wore dark clothes, and I preferred them, but of course, guess who forgot to do her fucking laundry? Yep, it was me. She shut the door, and muttered an awkward,"Jesus, I'm sorry", before digging through her dresser and pulling out a sweater. Obviously she didn't give two fucks about me staring at her, as she yanked off her blue sweater, pulling on the new one, and I have to admit, what I saw wasn't bad looking.

    I looked away as she caught me staring, and she muttered,"Creep much?" I shrugged, and offered a smile, before responding,"Can't help staring at a pretty girl, you know." I was surprised, as she cracked a small smile, and felt, for the first time in my life since my parents died, not so miserable or alone. She disappeared from the room as I pulled my shoes on, then reappeared with some toast, and offered me a slice. I shoved it into my mouth as we hurried out the front door, and then ruffled her hair, a look of both utter surprise and fucking annoyance being shot my way in response. I withdrew the toast from my mouth, and raised an eyebrow. "Awe, Ginger Snap, did I make you mad? I know..Guess who I am?" I crossed my arms over my chest, and said in the dumbest voice possible,"Football is the best sport in the whole damn universe. Unless we're talking about sex." I was rewarded with a laugh, and then, before I knew it, we were both snickering, the feeling something I hadn't known in a long time, and I realised, I wanted to be friends with her. She made me feel like- Well, like the old me. And I liked seeing her laugh, given the angry expression on her face almost twenty four-seven. She smacked my shoulder playfully, and told me,"You know, I think I could get used to being friends with you. You're funny, for a psycho reject." I knew she was playing, but still couldn't help but flinch at that. After that, we walked in silence, until, who but Stanley Barber decided to drive up in an ugly yellow car. Fuck my life. I didn't want him there..The feeling I was feeling confused me a lot, given he'd never done anything to piss me off, and happened to be my weed dealer upon occasion, and made an extra effort to be nice to me, so why did I suddenly want to punch him into oblivion for interrupting? Or for that matter, for him even existing? He rolled down the window, which grated down slowly and annoyingly, like nails on a chalkboard, and finally said,"Hey." God, even his voice annoyed me for some reason that morning. Syd awkwardly replied,"Hey", and I muttered,"Good fucking morning", my happy mood already long gone, receiving a weird glance from Sydney for the obvious anger in my tone.

   Stan just nodded at me, his good mood annoyingly unshakable, and asked,"You goin to school?" Syd replied,"Yep", and I resisted the urge to sarcastically say,"Duh" like a five year old. I knew where this conversation was headed, and muttered,"I'll just..Head to school then..Catch you guys later." I slowly began trudging off, and kicked every rock that crossed my path, hating myself for letting Sydney get under my skin that easily already. I forced my brain to quickly cut off any and all crush-type emotions I was feeling for her, and reminded myself she was my first friend, and we'd only talked for one day, though we'd known each other longer. Only friends, Val. No more, no less..Let her in, and she'll just hate you like Phil and Diane, and the rest of the population of the continental U.S..That's what I kept telling myself all the way to school, and all through every class, until P.E., when Syd finally managed to get my attention, which she'd been doing all day. She caught me in the locker room, once again in my undergarments, and muttered,"I don't get it..You want to be friends, then don't talk to me all day. What the fuck? You seemed fine this morning." I slammed my locker, and turned to face her. "Look, my mood switches constantly annoy and give people headaches. It's not just you..And I'm beginning to think you like sneaking up on me when I'm in my underwear. But I meant it when I said I want to be friends..That doesn't mean you're going to learn every fucking thing about me, Syd." I swear to God, I wanted to bite my tongue off as soon as I said that. The look that crossed her face was both hurt and pissed off, and she turned to walk off. "Damn it..Syd, wait." I chased after her, and gently grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry..Okay? You're..You're my first friend I've ever had, and I don't know how to do anything." She looked a bit surprised, and replied,"Wow. First friend, huh? Do you..Wanna go grocery shopping with me after school?" I nodded, and shoved my hands into my pockets. "Yeah..Sounds cool." I mean, what the fuck else was I supposed to do all day? Go home?? No. Fucking. Way...