The Messy Life of the Binton's [c.s.]

1| The World's Gunna End

Dedicated to Mickey-sha, for being so nice to me and being a wonderful friend (even though it's been ages since we talked)

OKAY this is so late but I have no plans on starting this right now. In summer, maybe, possibly.

Here goes!

Not edited (especially the last part/page)

1| The World's Gunna End

My first thought when I saw Julian enter was to run as fast as I can (like in every book, come on, get original). But that would make me seem like a coward.

I, Lacy Binton, am not a coward.

Clumy, yes. Messy, yes. A coward, no no no.

"Lacy Binton." Two words. That's all he said. But those two words held a lot of anger and frustration. I'm not sure though, just guessing.

"That's my name." I reply, shrugging.

"What is happening? I am pretty sure you're the reason the cafè's alarm went off and my phone began ringing loudly inbetween the ceremony and everyone was looking at me!" Julian shouts and runs a hand through his hair. And let me tell you, the hair got messed up but it so didn't look sexy. Or good, for that matter.

Yeah, you guys probably hate me right now.

"Wait, so you're angry because everyone was staring at you? I thought you liked to be the centre of attention!" I think I made him angrier. 

"If you guys are done fighting, I'd really appreciate the help here." The girl who's name-I-still-don't-know says, glaring at us. Well kinda smilling at me.

She is wierd. More wierder than me.

"I'll help you, Taylor." Julian says to Taylor (finally got her name!), all the while glaring at me.

"This fire isn't my fault, Julian!" I shout, stomping my feet (childish, I know). I had enough of his glaring.

He snorted. "Yeah right." He said, before he walked away to help Taylor.

I saw Taylor mumblimg something to Julian and him gruntimg in response and then looking at me from under his eyes.

I fidgeted under his staring. Creeepy...

But before he could say anything, I turned around and left.

............

I was so tired when I reached home. I guess thats what Julian does to you. Wait, not in that way. Ew i'll do that when the world's gonna end. Even then, I'll choose something else. Like kissing a slug. I hate slugs.

Anyway, I was supposed to go to the party in the clothes I was already wearing, but I decided to skip the party altogether.

No one was home. I guess, they are all at the party. I sigh and take off my shoes before going to my room.

I shake my hair a little and take off my jacket. I turn on all the lights on the way to my room because yes, i'm a scaredy cat.

Especially after watching 'Are you afraid of the dark?'. So?

I also on the television in my room and go to the bathroom, and leave the door open. 

knock knock

I immediately look up, but its kinda hard when you have soap all over your face and you're too scared to open your eyes because soap'll go in. I also don't want to open my mouth and shout, for the very same reason.

I quickly -- in record time -- was my face and go near my window, armed with a tothbrush. Meh, it was the only thing I could grab before I ran. Did that rhyme? 

"W-who's there? S-Show yourself, you coward!" I shout, moving the toothbrush in front of me.

"Then open the window dumbarse!"

"Okay..." I know I did the wrong thing by opening the window.

But before I could close it again, a person in all things black climbs into my room.

I immediately move backwards, obviously scared of the person and what he/she could do.

I couldn't speak, I realised. My mouth was shut for some reason.

Then that person in all black took of their mask (he looked kidnapper material, let me tell you) and it was,

Julian FREAKIN' Fox.

That isn't his middle name but who cares what his middle name is?

After taking out his mask, the first thing he does is laugh. Not that giggling kind, the full blown tears-falling-out-of-my-eyes laugh.

I frown, thinking maybe there's some soap left on my face. I rub my left hand on my face but there was no soap.

So what could he be laughing at?

"I'm not gonna apologise for laughing and coming through your window. There's nothing on your face." He says as he sobers up from his laugh attack.

He moves hand and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, but as if he realises what he's doing, he quickly retracts his hand.

"Well my dear Lacy Binton, we have some business to talk 'bout. So shall we get to it?"

I narrow my eyes but nod, not trusting myself to speak.

I lead him towards my bed and we sit.

To talk. Not the other stuff. It's going to be a long time before that happens.

Not that I want it to happen. Oh no.

"First, why don't you tell me what you want to do to make up for it." Julian asks me.

"Well first of all, I'd like to clear some things out. One, I did not cause any harm to your mom's cafè. Infact, I helped Taylor. Second, get your facts straight before you come to someone's house and accuse them of doing something they didn't do! Third, get out." Whoa where did that courage come from? Saying those words to Julian Fox? I'm proud of you, Lacy, I really am.

But Julain just frowns. And then he says, "I don't believe you. What did you expect? That i'll believe you? Please,  your family history says a lot. Nobody can take any of you seriously nor believe you. So stop lying and accept it. The sooner the better. Now, what can you do for the cafè? Sing, dance, wait tables, cook? Anything?"

"Not cook. No waiting tables, sorry. Dance, seriously? Sing.....OH MY GOSH!" I shot in his ear and he shakes it with an irritated expression on his face.

"What?"

"I CAN TOTALLY DO IT. SING. But will you pay me in return or do I have to do it for free?" I ask, confused. Well, not really I just wanted to piss him off more. Not really.

Instead of replying, he just gives me his are-you-kidding-me-right-now face. Oops.

"Whatever. Come tomorrow at the cafè at 5. You start tomorrow." He says and stands up to leave.

He turns again, smirks and says, "Never had I thought that there will be a day when Lacy Binton does something for me. Oh wait, its not just for a day but I dont know till when."

That didnt even make sense.

"Be there tomorrow." Last words by Julian, before he left. Oh how I wish it were his last words, literally!

I just hmph in return and glare at the tv.

What a day.

But I think tomorrow will be a bit more intresting. Or maybe not.