Wanted Is Love [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 8

Six o' clock was approaching and the house was silent. I was up in my room checking Tumblr as usual. My mother had just left to go out drinking with her friends. After dad left, she called her girls and decided it would be best to drink her problems away. Yeah, my parents should be accepting awards for Parent Of The Year by now.

I scrolled down my News Feed and came across a bunch of posts from Skyler of course. Each was reblogged almost 1,000 times. She had hundreds of likes and comments as well. I wonder how she gets that many followers. I mean, I have a few hundred, but she is kind of legendary. Her posts were weird though. She had a picture of a Beaver punching a duck in the face, and then she had a video of some guy running into a cactus and then being stuck on it for like five minutes before someone actually went to help him. Okay, she was funny. I'm funny too! The thing that alarmed me most was that her username was "<3<3<3StevesGirlfriend<3<3<3"

I scrolled down a little bit further and saw a post from Ri¢hBit¢h$$, otherwise known as Natalia. Why am I following her? For some reason she felt the need to follow me. It was during the years that we weren't talking. You know how you just follow people because they go to your school and because they follow back so that you can get more followers? That was the case. So yeah, I followed her back. I never comment or reblog or anything, and neither does she. She had enough followers anyways. Not nearly as many as Skyler, but more than me and a little less than Amy.

"IronyIsMyMiddleName" (Amy) finally posted something. It was another journal entry. The thing I like most about Amy's Tumblr is that she is unique. She doesn't post random pictures or videos, she just expresses her feelings. I wouldn't expect less coming from an English Lit major. Her blog title tonight was "Hurt My Friends, I Hurt You" and I couldn't wait to read. I switched into a more comfortable position on my bed and plugged in my iPod.

Unfortunately, my music wasn't loud enough because I heard a loud crashing sound downstairs. Dad couldn't have come home that quickly. I paused my iPod and took of my headphones. I closed my laptop as well. I went to the door to try and listen for any sounds. Everything was silent. Was it my dad? I thought of the possible situations that could have occurred. Dad ran into mom at a bar and threatened her for no particular reason. He forced her into the car and back home and is now super drunk and I am not making sense...

Another sound. I looked around my room to try and find a weapon. Unfortunately, I wasn't the fighting type so my room was practically weaponless. I walked over to my closet and found a hangar. Got nothing else.

I slowly opened my door and crept down the hall. I looked down the staircase. Nothing. I went down each step with caution. I eventually arrived at the bottom and could hear whispering. It was coming from the back. I snuck through the dining room and finally reached the kitchen.

"Help me through!" I heard someone whisper. I looked over to the window and saw Paige and Stella. Stella was already in and Paige was having some trouble getting through the window.

"Why are you being so difficult?" Stella whispered back.

"This is a very expensive designer dress," Paige growled.

"I'm still debating on whether or not I should call the cops," I finally chimed in. Stella turned around and Paige looked up holding the most awkward position. I walked over and helped her in trying to not see up her dress as she lifted her legs in an attempt to not rip her dress.

"Thanks," Paige said while handing me a roll of twenties. "Here's a treat."

"Nice. Now, what the hell are you guys doing breaking into my house?" I interrogated.

"You're coming to the mall with us!" Stella cheered.

"The mall? I don't have the money for that. Only rich people go there," I replied.