Gotta Love Those Hyper Emo Kids

Chapter 6- Flour Wars

Chapter 6

That night I spent looking for jobs and calling in asking when was a good time to come. I already had done an online application to Hot Topic and I was just waiting for them to answer back. I called Spencers to see if they had anything open and they said I would have to come in to get an application. Which sucks because it means I actually have to leave the house. Yes I was that lazy.

Mom came home and she was really worried about me because of Stacey dying. She said that maybe she should start getting someone to come home with me, but I told her I would be fine. I told her that if anything happened Dan was just a block away and could be here at anytime. She nodded and sighed. That was the end of that conversation.

"What's this?" She asked and looked at the jobs ads I had circled. I shrugged and looked away. "Thinking about getting a job honey?" She asked and smiled. I bit back a smart ass comment and nodded at her. She smiled and hugged me. "That's great!" she exclaimed.

We sat around the table and talked forever. It was great. We hadn't talked like that since...well I don't really know...but it's been a long time!

I went up to bed and tried doing my homework.

I went up there and started talking on the phone with Liz. She said that her brother was being an ass and wouldn't give her back her secret stash of candy.

"He probably is sitting in there right now with my chocolate all over his disgusting fingers! I was saving that for when I got cravings! Now it's going to be in his fat stomach instead of mine!" She yelled frustrated into the phone and I laughed. "THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER! THAT FATASS HAS MY CANDY!" She yelled and I laughed even harder.

 "WHO YOU CALLIN A FATASS YOU PIG?" I heard Darren yell and something crashed and then I heard more yelling about candy and fatness and blah blah blah. They were so immature sometimes. But what is the solution to not hearing all these fights you ask?

Hang up the phone.

I clicked the end button still chuckling to myself. By tomorrow 3either one was going to have a blackish bruise forming on them (most likely Darren), or they would be happy brother and sister again. Simple.

Tap tap.

            I ran to the corner of my room and grabbed the bat I kept there then swung around and flew open the window.

            "Wait! It's just me! It's-oof!"

            I had had my eyes squeezed shut and now I looked out the window. Something down there groaned.

            "Get the hell out of here or I'm gonna call the cops!" I yelled down to them. They groaned again and started crawling.

            "Damn I really shouldn't of given you that bat for your birthday." I heard it mutter.

            "Frankie?" I called down there astonished. He was the only one who had ever given me a bat. Or that had neon-striped hair. Wonder how I missed that before I hit him? Oh right.

            I had my eyes closed when I swung. Oopsie.

            "You swing a bat like a man." Frankie grumbled as he slowly climbed up the vines at my house. He was a definite future creeper with the skills he had at climbing up house sides.

            "You're the one who taught me how to hit so don't complain." I teased and he chuckled and rubbed his stomach. I lifted up his shirt and looked over his "wound". It wasn't that bad...if you were a UFC fighter that is. There was a huge bluish purplish glob forming on his stomach and I as afraid he had broken ribs. Man I packed a mean swing.

            '"Damn I can hit," I murmured and poked his bruise a little. But I was checking for broken bones so it was okay.

            There were none so phew. I dodged a bullet.

            "So why are you here again?" I asked as I sat on my bed. He layed down and sprawled out on it.

            "Oh you know, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd come see my favorite girl," he smirked. "I didn't know that she would hit me with a metal bat when I tried to come in though." We laughed. I was starting to actually feel bad about it. But really it wasn't my fault because he was the one who was trying to get into my room! Like the creepy kid he is!

            "Seriously Frank, You're a real creeper. Supposedly there is some killer on the loose and you're out going and tapping on girls windows." I laughed and he looked thoughtful. "So why are you here. Really?"

            "Babysitting." He said and yawned rolling over.

            "What?" I asked but he didn't answer. I shook him and he let out a snore. What the hell? "Frankie!" I yelled. He was already asleep! He has this special little power that if he wants to sleep, he will sleep, doesn't matter when or where, he will close his eyes and BAM! Sleeping. But he promised he would use his power for good! Not evil. And keeping info from me was Evil!

            With a capital E!

            I sighed and tried to get under the covers so I could go to sleep. No such luck. Frankie was dead center in the bed so there was no possible way of me getting in. I groaned and jumped on him. There was a little space in between him and the wall so I used all my strength and pushed him over.

            About an inch.

            Man this guy was heavy.

            I crawled down to the foot of the bed. And tried to worm my way up through the crack so I would at least be kept warm from Frankie.

            WHACK!

            The bastard kicked me! I rubbed my head and grabbed a pillow off the bed and a blanket from the closet then went down and layed on the couch. I watched TV until one in the morning when I finally slept.

            And surprisingly I didn't dream about Dan.

            I dreamt that I was in an alley or someplace dark. I was running and running but there really was nowhere to go.

            "Run, Run as fast as you can...," I heard something cackle behind me evily. I ran faster. And then I was falling...falling...falling...

            Splash!

            I felt cold water splash my face and I bolted up right on the couch. Frankie was hovering over me looking worried.

            "What the hell was that for?" I yelled and he shrugged.

            "You were mumbling and moving around in your sleep. I was trying to watch TV and you kept hitting me so...I wanted you to wake up." He shrugged again.

            "So what do we do now seeing as it's a Saturday?" I asked and tried combing my fingers through my hair.

            He sat and thought for a moment.

            "I've got it!" He yelled and jumped up, while pointing to the ceiling. What a dork.

            I jumped up next to him and pointed to the ceiling also. "What do you have Robin?" I exclaimed and posed like Batman.

            "Well Batman! I say we go bake cookies!" He yelled and ran into the kitchen. I sighed and heard cabinets opening. I ran into the kitchen and got hit in the face with some powdery crap. I licked some and it tasted bland.

            Flour.

            "Bitch it is so on!" I yelled.

            Let the flour war begin. Mwhahaha!