The Fault In Our Coupons

Selfies and Tours

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"Y/N !!" My sister yelled.

"YAS?"

"COME DOWN STAIRS I NEED YOUR HELP!"

I walked as slowly as possible down the stairs, not wanting to waste my last moment with out her breathing the same air as me. I got to the bottom and sighed.

"What do you want now."

"Shut up I don't ask you for anything."

"Yes, yes you fucking do. You're annoying as shit."

"Thank you. I need help opening this jar." She pointed to her jar of Nutella.

I walked over and twisted the jar. Only to get slightly scraped on my palms.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

"See."

"Shut the fuck up, I got this." I cracked my knuckles and twisted the jar with all my might. It opened fast and my hand connected with my sisters face.

I wish it was on purpose.

My sister cursed and fell back. "Shit is my face broken?"

"Always is, but now it has red liquid. Thats new." I shrugged.

She glared at me, and I got a paper towel to help wipe off the blood.

"THAT'S NOT GONNA FUCKING WORK! IT'S NOT EVEN WET!"

"That's what she said." I mumbled and wet the towel. I smashed it on my sisters face on purpose and she winced.

Her fault for being such a fucking bitch. She should learn to be polite. Respect your elders.

The towel was already drenched, and my eyes widen when I remove the towel. "Shit. It's really bad."

"WHAT? WHY DID YOU HIT ME SO HARD?!" She cried.

"Because you wanted Nutella, and I thought you would reward me with some. I got excited."

"CALL 911!!" She shrieked.

"Calm down, your nose is probably broken. No big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL?! ARE YOU INSANE?"

"How much blood have you sniffed? I should get you to a hospital-."

"THANK YOU!'

"A mental hospital." I finish the sentence, smirking when seeing her scream in frustration.

"You're a bitch."

"I know I'm beautiful. Just call the ambulance or some shit, I'm gonna go finish this Nutella."

She pouted when I took a big spoonful of Nutella. But quickly she dialed an ambulance.

I sat on the couch, but heard the door ring. I lazily groaned and got up.

With a spoon of Nutella in my mouth, I opened the door.

"Yesh?" I ask the paramedics.

"Um, someone called. Saying her face is broken?"

"Oh, yea. Let me get her. " I smiled innocently and removed the spoon from my mouth.

"STUPID BITCH - THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH- IS WAITING!"

"ZAC EFRON?"

"NO HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"

Moments later, she comes walking up and the paramedics take her to the hospital, saying it was "urgent" ?

My phone dinged and I see a text from Alex.

HEYYY IZ ANY1 HOME?

Attached to the text was a picture of Alex. (on side/top) I raised my eyebrow and replied.

No ones here except me.

Right after the text was sent, I heard the door open. I grabbed my bat, and prepared for a fight.

Alex walked in and I sighed, dropping the bat.

Alex panted and said, "I. Came. as. fast. as. I. could."

"That's what she said." I snorted.

He laughed and sat down next to me. "I HAVE SOME NEWSSWSS!"

"OOO what is it?"

"Im going on tour!!"

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Im sleepy so I'm gonna stop there lol