Monday couldn't have swung around more quickly. Today wouldn't consist of much; school, work, home- sort of.
"Are you excited?" Allie asked me. "Bitch, I might be," I snapped. I looked at her and laughed. She was stunned at first, but then started laughing along with me.
"You're an idiot, Farrah." She breathed. I playfully slapped her arm. "Are you though?" She asked again. I groaned and told her, "no".
"Why not?" She turned to me for a second while we walked down the hallway. I shrugged. "Oh, come on, you can't tell me that you're not excited that my mom and dad are leaving for two weeks, and we get to spend it with The Boys." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't really care," I admitted. "It'll be just like any other day while we're there."
"No, it won't," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Luke probably doesn't like the idea though." She sighed. "Hey," I said, "he's the one who is letting us stay for those two weeks."
"Yeah, he did," Allie paused and added, "after Justin suggested it," She grinned. After I didn't say anything she said, "Basketball practice starts in two weeks." She stated, changing the subject. "Are you going to try out?" She asked. She knew I played.
"I don't know," I confessed.
"It's your senior year, Farrah; you should play." She urged. "Sure, okay." I agreed, shoving books into my backpack.
"Yay!" She exclaimed. "Wait til everybody hears that I got you to play! Everyone knows you were MVP back at your old school." She grinned. I rolled my eyes.
"Let's get our stuff," she said, opening the car door. "Whatever, you want," Luke said. I sat in the back, like always, and we drove to the house.
I grabbed a small suitcase and packed my clothes, under garments, shoes, toothbrush, etc.
"Done," I said fixing my bed comforter. I pulled the bedroom door closed after unplugging any electronics and turning off the lights. I was changed for the working day. I didn't love working there, but I was earning money... Money I would use later on to buy me a car.
"I can't believe my dad agreed to let me stay with Luke and Justin." Allie said while I was waiting for her.
"He probably only said yes because he knew I was going so you wouldn't get into any trouble or anything like that." I shrugged. "Yeah, maybe," she said zipping up her big pink overnight bag.
We stuffed everything in the trunk and she dropped me off. She wasn't going straight over to their apartment; Allie was going to hang out with friends before she'd return to pick me up, and we'd enter the apartment together.
I honestly don't know what told me choose a job where I had to talk to people. I was horrible at making conversations- forget about adding in on one.
I had nothing to do. Everybody had been attended to, no one needed a refill in my section, and I even did my extra work; I had nothing to do.
"What's up with you?" Sandy asked me. "Nothing," I sighed, "I just have nothing to do."
"You could always help me," she joked. "Did you clean the dishes?" Sandy asked. "Yeah," my shoulders sank.
"Here," she handed me a paper and pencil. "What do I do with this?" I asked confused.
"Doodle," she insisted before turning to serve a young man at the bar.
"I... am... so... bored." I said I'm a sing-song voice as I doodled and wasted time. I was constantly looking up to see if anyone needed me- nada.
At the end of my boring shift, I had made forty-three dollars in tips. I shoved the tips in my back pocket, and waited for Allie's silver Honda to come by and swoop me and so that I could get some sleep.
"How was your afternoon?" I asked Allie.
"Good, I guess. I got some new jeans," she shrugged. I nodded.
She turned the radio down so that she could talk. "Is there something going on between you and Justin?" She said out of nowhere.
"What?! No!" I defended myself. "Why would you even ask that? You know that can't happen. You were supposed to keep me away from Jim and now it only seems like you're only pushing me towards him, to he honest."
"You like him, don't you?" She asked with a mischievous grin. I could feel my cheeks start to heat up.
"N-O." I said, "NO. I don't know why you'd even ask such a stupid question."
"Well, whatever you're feeling, it's made you different. I like it. You're not all dark and angry like you were when you first came to live with us. Something in you has changed... And it's for the better. I don't know what it is exactly that changed you, but whatever it is, it needs to stick around." I didn't say anything.
I thought I was like I always was. I didn't let anybody know about my past with the exception of Allie.
"Change isn't bad," She blurted. "I know," I breathed. She smiled and parked.
"I could always find somewhere else to stay or we could secretly stay at the house." She suggested. I didn't want her to make any more last minute arrangement, especially at this time, so I told her that it was fine and I could manage to be here for two weeks. These two weeks would go by quickly like any other week.
Luke jogged down an joined us; he took the two small bags. "Baby," he groaned, "your bag weighs, like, two times as much as Farrah's."
"Yep," Allie giggled. She took out her small make-up bag from the back seat.
"Can I take a shower?" I was my first request when I settled my bag down in the main room.
"Sure," Justin said. He showed me to the bathroom. "The towels are here," he said opening a small cabinet filled with light blue and white towels. His left hand lightly landed on the small of my back as he reached to get me one. His subtle touch sent tingles up my neck. "Thanks," I managed to say, practically pushing him out the door.
"I don't like him," I tried convincing myself while I stripped myself of my clothing. I stepped under the warm water and let it rinse me off.
The door creaked open slowly and I froze. "Allie?" I asked slowly. "Nope," Justin's voice said. "Justin, get out!" I yelled, covering myself with the shower curtain. "Calm down," he laughed, "I just brought some clothes for you to change into after you were done."
"You went through my stuff?!" I asked incredulously. "There wasn't anything interesting anyways, Pigeon." he shrugged. "You're unbelievable," I scowled. I released the curtain from my grip and let it fall normally. "And, you need to get out." I called from behind the shower curtain.
"Hold on," I heard the toilet seat hit the porcelain toilet. "Are you serious?!" I spat. He laughed. "If you peek at me, I swear I'll poke your eyes out while your sleeping!" I threatened.
"I won't," he promised. "Trust me." I heard the toilet flush, the sink turn off and on, and then finally the door open and close.
I finally relaxed. I quickly rinsed my hair and my body before I finally stepped out of the shower.
I changed into my pajama shorts and light grey T-shirt after putting on my bra and underwear. My hair was slicked back after I brushed it. I brushed my teeth last and then came out of the bathroom.
"So, I guess I'm sleeping on the couch." I said to Justin since he was the only one watching T.V.
"Nope," Justin said.
"Then where am I sleeping?" I challenged.
"In my room," He stood up, turning the television off as he did so. He was in his room before I could say another on of my infamous smartass comments.
"You will be sleeping in here," Justin said. "Okay," I gave in. He handed me a fleece blanket and I spread it across the floor.
"What are you doing, Pigeon?" He chuckled.
"Laying down blankets to sleep on," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He laughed and before I knew it, he scooped me up and three me onto the bed.
"You'll be sleeping on my bed." He stated, firmly. I scowled at him. "You're just like me: stubborn." He laughed, while he stated at me with my arms crossed.
"Night, Pidge." He said turning the light off and leaving.
It was only about ten minutes before I started falling into an empty nothingness, but before I could actually sleep the door opened.
Justin's dark, masculine figure emerged. He lifted the other side of the blanket and lied under it before covering himself again.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm about to go to sleep," he muttered.
"In this bed?!"
"It is my room and my bed," I said, turning to me with a smirk spread across his face.
"I'm in here too,"
"So," he looked annoyed.
"If you just as so much touch me I will make sure you never reproduce." I threatened, harshly.
"Damn," he chuckled, "I'm not going to touch you or anything. I told you that I don't see you that way."
I sighed, and rolled over so I wasn't looking at him. "Good night," I breathed.
"Night," Justin yawned.