Hidden Abnormality

23. Tracey

Chapter Twenty-Three

  Saturday. A wonderful day where half –give or take– of the world gets to take a break. Sleeping in, no work, doing whatever you want for the day. I planned on sleeping all day. Work had me pulling late hours recently and I needed sleep.

  Unfortunately for my sake, Jazabelle had invited Uriah over to spend the day with us. She had even told her friends who asked to spend time with her that she had plans. Plans I hadn't even known existed until ten o'clock this morning. She had finally decided it was a decent time to wake me up and tell me the plans for the day.

  I had fifteen minutes to shower, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and look like I've been expecting his visit. Fifteen. Sometimes she thought she was so funny. I'm just glad I could do all of that in a time crunch.

  Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I called for Jazzy. She walked into sight with a barely visible smirk. She was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that said Johnny Cash and displayed a guitar. "Nevermind. Go away."

  She frowned. "What?"

  I rolled my eyes. "I wanted to see what you were wearing. You're going casual, so I will as well."

  An audible click sounded to the left of us. We turned our heads. Uriah was standing there with his phone out, facing toward us. He shook his head when he was noticed. "You guys are the weirdest siblings. You act like a couple or something."

  I glared at Jazzy. "What time is it?"

  She shrugged. "You've been in the bathroom for ten minutes. And this new cologne has an overbearing smell," she stated blatantly, plugging her nose.

  Uriah smirked. "New cologne? Aw, you didn't have to, buddy." He walked over and smacked my shoulder.

  Pushing him away from me, I stomped to my bedroom. Grumbling nonsense that I won't remember later, I pulled out a black pair of jeans and a Green Day t-shirt. I was going to fight Jazzy's country with a rock band. I ran my left hand over my wrist, only for it to meet skin.

  I left my watch in the bathroom. I felt incomplete without it.

  Walking back into the bathroom, completely ignoring the two idiots in the other room, I retrieved my watch. I stared at my reflection before leaving the bathroom. I looked okay. I didn't look tired, but you could see that I hadn't been getting enough sleep lately. It made my brown eyes look a little dull.

  "You're pretty," a flattering snake said from the door frame. I could have sworn I shut that. I looked at the dork hiding behind the cracked door. Uriah winked at me and ran away from the door.

  He was such a child.

  I left the bathroom. Apparently, it was time to join the awaiting circus outside this room. Jazzy was sitting on the couch watching as Uriah pulled the top of his thumb away from his other hand in the way of the magic trick.

  "That looks fake. Why are you using that finger? Use your thumb, idiot." She pointed to his revealed thumb and pushed his other hand away from his bent index finger.

  Uriah pouted. "You don't have to be so mean about it." He followed her instructions anyway.

  I sat down beside Uriah. "Weren't doing nothin' today?"