Married To The Douchebag of the Century

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Charlotte." Someone murmured from above. I was too lazy to open my eyes, and too sleepy to actually think logically. So I said the first thing that came to mind,

"God? Are you there?" I asked, and I heard chuckling. I frowned, why is god laughing at me?

"Yes. That's exactly who I am. And I want you to do one thing for me." The person snickered. I nodded, and the person continued,

"I want you to say, 'Robbie you're the sexiest man alive!' My eyes snapped open as I noticed Robbie chuckling from above. I groaned as I sat up. I grabbed my pillow, as Robbie stood there laughing. I glared at him,

"If you don't want this pillow stuck up your butt, you better leave." I said trying to look intimidating, with a pillow that has little bunnies on the pillow case. Robbie raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer,

"Butt? Why can't you say the word ass?" He asked smirking when he saw me frown at the word. I started fidgeting with my hands, looking down,

"I can say t-that word." I said, and he rolled his eyes looking unconvinced,

"Sure, Whatever. If you're not ready in thirty minutes, Im leaving." He said, as he walked out the door. I groaned and reluctantly got up. Why does today have to be a Monday? The worst time of the week. And why is Robbie my brother? He would feel so at home being the son of Satan.

I grabbed a towel, and walked towards my bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in, letting the hot steamy water soak my hair. I smiled as I started to relax, maybe this Monday won't be so bad after all. My bathroom door opened and I froze.

Suddenly my shower curtain flew open. I screamed, suddenly scared that a rapist was trying to get me. I looked up and saw my mom with an raised eyebrow. Why the HELL is my mom in the bathroom as Im taking a shower? She saw me trying to cover my parts and she rolled her eyes,

"Honey, I've washed your bee-hind until you were nine. I came in her to tell you something." She said. I grabbed the shower curtain and covered my whole body, except my head,

"And what do you have to tell me?" I asked Impatiently. I mean it's not like Im in the middle of the shower or anything....naked.

"Robbie left." I frowned, he said thirty minutes. It's only been at least nine!, "That little bit-"

"Because I sent him away." I glared at her. Did she just say that?, "Mom, what the Fu-"

"Because you have a visitor downstairs. And that person wants to take you to school." I calmed down enough so that I wasn't glaring at my mom. A visitor? I hope it's Santa!.....not that I believe in Santa or anything. Pulease.

"Thanks for the info, can I take a shower in peace now?" I asked, and mom rolled her eyes,

"Geez, a girl gets proposed to, and suddenly she thinks she's da bomb.com." I raised an eyebrow as my mom walked out the door. Da bomb.com? Where does mom come up with these things?

I frowned as I returned to bathing, taking a shower isn't as exciting as it was five minutes ago. After I washed myself off, you know...about fifty times. (I am NOT a germaphobe....all the time!) I stepped out of the bathroom drying myself off. Now, who's this visitor? Why couldn't she just say the name? Why did she have to be all mysterious.com....you get it? Because da bomb.com...and.....never mind.

I wrapped my towel around myself, and walked over to my closet. I was going to grab my favorite pair of jeans when a thought hit me, 'Does everyone at school know about me and Josh?' I scoffed at the idea, of course they don't. Why would they? They wouldn't even know who Josh is...but, Penelope did. And she claimed he was a sex god. Whatever that means.