DONT RUN FROM ME

Method acting.

I was beginning to think that everyone around me was considerably insane and I mean everybody from lover boy to my parents. I was finally home and watching them in sheer horror as they flirted in the living room, my mom seated in my dad's lap and his arms around her waist. Anise, gazing at them in awe.

" Maybe I should start filming and see how much money I can get for it? "I mumbled, my mom, giggled which was about as off-putting as what I was looking at. My dad did his fatherly duties and ignored my comment. I grabbed Anise by the hand and led her up to my room; shutting the door.

"Could they gross me out even more? " Anise laughed at my comment and sat on my bed with a long and drawn-out sigh.

" oh come on! That is so sweet, married couples who are still crazy in love is a rare sight." she awed, her eyes looking into the distance. I mentally gagged and flipped through the books that were on my desk out of pure boredom.

" We should do something" I suggested, closing my copy of The Morrow. Anise propped herself on her elbows and shrugged. She looked like she was thinking to herself before a very dumb twinkle came to her eyes and I readied myself to decline her suggestion of what we should do on this fine Friday night.

" We could go to the home game tonight?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. No way in hell would I be seen at a football game watching boys fight over a ball. Count me out. Well I mean unless they were shirtless then I guess we could negotiate.

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled, she groaned at my sarcastic comment.

"Lucas will be there. " she whistled sweetly sporting a creepy grin.

" who?" I feigned ignorance.

"YOU KNOW WHO!" she yelled, jumping to her feet in excitement.

" He's on the football team." of course he is. I shook my head and her shoulder slumped in defeat. Since then he hasn't necessarily spoken to me so I don't see any reason to go to his game, not that I'm upset he hasn't spoken to me. Just to be clear. I was hungry, I'd rather go out to eat, ouu. G's sounded so good right now and as if on cue my stomach cried out for me to please stop torturing myself.

" I'm hungry, let's go to GeGe's, " I suggested and she instantly brightened, shaking her head. I rolled my eyes. But how could I judge, I could just imagine the mashed potatoes as I spoke and suddenly I was starved near death. I quickly changed into something nice and she fixed her hair, fluffing it and tossing it to the side and I'm not surprised in the slightest that it ended up looking good.

I grabbed my keys before I messed with my hair thinking I could get it in a way that didn't look mhm, like a birds nest. My eyes looking back at me crept me out sometimes. My mom had these icy blue eyes that looked like they were floating sometimes. Now I would be okay if I was blonde just like her and then I could balance it out but no. I had black hair, curly black hair, and a height that was almost laughable. I turned around and jotted down the steps and into the living room to see my mom STILL on my dad's lap. ew

I looked at them wearily.

"I'm going to G's, need anything back? " my mom's head popped up and she smiled. Of course, what a fatass.

"Cheesecake, please and thank you." and she was already back down cuddling with my dad again. I gagged, she didn't need to even say a flavor, dark chocolate, absolutely no whip cream. Anise was already in the car and her phone was hooked up to the aux. it was pretty late, I'm almost sure the game she was trying to convince me to go to was almost over.

As soon as I got in the car, she turned down the volume, gazing up at me.

"What? "

"They won."

"Who did?"

" Have you always been this f*****g slow?" I knew she was talking about the football game but who really cares? we were going to go have a good time and they almost always won. Now that I know the lover boy is on the team it made my interest deteriorate by almost one hundred percent.

" Wanna fight?" I suggested. She rolled her eyes at me like f*****g always.

"Our team." b***h I don't care. But I didn't say that because that's rude. Be nice to ladies fellas. Don't say I never tried to help you out.

" b***h I don't care " I voiced thinking this could end in two ways, I felt it before I heard it. My arm instantly went numb and I turned to the incredible hulk in disbelief.

" Why are you hurting me woman?" well it could be because I called her a b***h. Do you see what saying it gets you? Your arm is bruised; cause and effect people. I pouted in my seat rubbing my arm before I reversed onto the main road.