My names anNie and don't fucking TOUCH ME!!, chapter 2
(Still Brooke's POV)
"We're going to a fucking Green Day show together!?!?!?" she practically screamed it at the top of her lungs.
"AnNie!!! Settle the fuck down!! Don't make a public fucking scene of this shit! I'm sure the neighbours don't wanna hear about it," I told her, entwining our fingers, so I could sit her down on my bed. I let go of her hands and held her shoulders still, so she would stop bouncing.
"I'm giving you tickets until you settle down," I told her simply.
She settled a bit, so I began explaining the situation; "Okay, the concert's on a Saturday, and it doesn't start 'til 11:30 at night, so we're gonna have to sneak out. We definitely don't want the neighbours to hear anything, because, well, you know how they know my mom and are good friends with her. If they tell her, our asses are dead. Now, as I was saying--"
"Wait! I don't think my parents are gonna be asleep at 11:30. My parents aren't like your mom and fug, who are asleep at 10."
Fug is my fugly stepdad. We didn't think he deserved the name 'Shawn', so we call him the fug now, we're so weird, I know. But, yeah, as sad as it is, my mom is always asleep by ten, and fug is always passed out by 6. He's such an alcoholic. It's probably the only reason I don't drink; I don't wanna end up like his dumb ass.
"Just tell them that you're going to your sister's that weekend. Ashlee's cool, isn't she?" I asked her.
Her sister, Ashlee lived a couple of streets behind me, I've never been to her house, though. AnNie would just tell me where she lived and that she was going over there a certain day and she might 'accidentally' stop over, so I had to wait outside or at the park, which is across the street from my house. Woop dee doo, I have to watch my sister, Carli for a full 2 and a half hours a day, dying of boredom sitting on the park bench, waiting for her to get done playing. It got old by the second day.
"Okay, but I don't know if Ashlee's gonna be at Steve's this weekend or not. Wait, what weekend is it?"
"Next weekend, she's not over her junkie boyfriend, Steve's then, is she?"
"No, thank god, I hate him so much. He likes to fucking try and show off like, 'Oh, I'm gonna make out with AND ride your sister right in front of you, so that you think I can score' and shit. I think he has a crush on me, I swear to fucking god. Why else would he want to show off for a thirteen-year-old? It's so weird, I swear, I just wanna puke whenever I'm around that ball-eater."
Then I just fell on the floor, laughing. We heard the door swing open, and my mother mutter something about needing a new lighter. AnNie and I traded 'Oh shit' looks, and we grabbed my mattress and threw it out the window. We followed a few seconds later, so we wouldn't die on the driveway. I think that's the only reason fug bought this house, so I wouldn't jump out of the window, because there was fucking blacktop right below it, wide enough so that you couldn't jump over it into the soft grass. Too bad for us, I had the lumpiest mattress in the house, with springs sticking out of it and shit.
"Oh, my aching everything," AnNie whined once we hit the matress.
"Oh, shut up. I do this all the time," I told her.
"Maybe that's why it's so fucking painful! I think I broke my neck over here," she whispered, rubbing her neck.
I was up and trying to push her off the matress by then, telling her to get up and walk it off so she could help me drag the big thing out to behind the garage. Well, actually, hoist it up over our heads behind the garage. I was out of clean sheets to put on it.
***
We were on my bike, which I had hidden behind the garage this morning, her on the pedals and me on the back (I was wearing boots and a skirt, her, in her normal ripped up jeans and etnies) and we were on our way to Ashlee's house to tell her the plan. Ashlee was so cool, she would probably drive us to the show.
We got there and told her about it, and all she did was shrug and say, 'Okay. But I can't drive you. My car's battery just died, and I can't take it in for a tune-up for another two weeks, you're stuck with the bus.'
"It's okay," I told her, "we didn't really expect you to, we were planning on taking the bus, it just would have been more convienient if you could drive us, but, no, it's okay."
"Um, Ash, if mom and dad call to ask you if I got here okay, I need you to tell them I got here fine, and if they want to talk to me, I'm in the shower."
AnNie was obsessive over showers. Half the time I called her house, her mom told me to call back because she was in the shower.
"No prob, lil sis," she said with a hug.
Ashlee was the coolest.
"We're going to a fucking Green Day show together!?!?!?" she practically screamed it at the top of her lungs.
"AnNie!!! Settle the fuck down!! Don't make a public fucking scene of this shit! I'm sure the neighbours don't wanna hear about it," I told her, entwining our fingers, so I could sit her down on my bed. I let go of her hands and held her shoulders still, so she would stop bouncing.
"I'm giving you tickets until you settle down," I told her simply.
She settled a bit, so I began explaining the situation; "Okay, the concert's on a Saturday, and it doesn't start 'til 11:30 at night, so we're gonna have to sneak out. We definitely don't want the neighbours to hear anything, because, well, you know how they know my mom and are good friends with her. If they tell her, our asses are dead. Now, as I was saying--"
"Wait! I don't think my parents are gonna be asleep at 11:30. My parents aren't like your mom and fug, who are asleep at 10."
Fug is my fugly stepdad. We didn't think he deserved the name 'Shawn', so we call him the fug now, we're so weird, I know. But, yeah, as sad as it is, my mom is always asleep by ten, and fug is always passed out by 6. He's such an alcoholic. It's probably the only reason I don't drink; I don't wanna end up like his dumb ass.
"Just tell them that you're going to your sister's that weekend. Ashlee's cool, isn't she?" I asked her.
Her sister, Ashlee lived a couple of streets behind me, I've never been to her house, though. AnNie would just tell me where she lived and that she was going over there a certain day and she might 'accidentally' stop over, so I had to wait outside or at the park, which is across the street from my house. Woop dee doo, I have to watch my sister, Carli for a full 2 and a half hours a day, dying of boredom sitting on the park bench, waiting for her to get done playing. It got old by the second day.
"Okay, but I don't know if Ashlee's gonna be at Steve's this weekend or not. Wait, what weekend is it?"
"Next weekend, she's not over her junkie boyfriend, Steve's then, is she?"
"No, thank god, I hate him so much. He likes to fucking try and show off like, 'Oh, I'm gonna make out with AND ride your sister right in front of you, so that you think I can score' and shit. I think he has a crush on me, I swear to fucking god. Why else would he want to show off for a thirteen-year-old? It's so weird, I swear, I just wanna puke whenever I'm around that ball-eater."
Then I just fell on the floor, laughing. We heard the door swing open, and my mother mutter something about needing a new lighter. AnNie and I traded 'Oh shit' looks, and we grabbed my mattress and threw it out the window. We followed a few seconds later, so we wouldn't die on the driveway. I think that's the only reason fug bought this house, so I wouldn't jump out of the window, because there was fucking blacktop right below it, wide enough so that you couldn't jump over it into the soft grass. Too bad for us, I had the lumpiest mattress in the house, with springs sticking out of it and shit.
"Oh, my aching everything," AnNie whined once we hit the matress.
"Oh, shut up. I do this all the time," I told her.
"Maybe that's why it's so fucking painful! I think I broke my neck over here," she whispered, rubbing her neck.
I was up and trying to push her off the matress by then, telling her to get up and walk it off so she could help me drag the big thing out to behind the garage. Well, actually, hoist it up over our heads behind the garage. I was out of clean sheets to put on it.
***
We were on my bike, which I had hidden behind the garage this morning, her on the pedals and me on the back (I was wearing boots and a skirt, her, in her normal ripped up jeans and etnies) and we were on our way to Ashlee's house to tell her the plan. Ashlee was so cool, she would probably drive us to the show.
We got there and told her about it, and all she did was shrug and say, 'Okay. But I can't drive you. My car's battery just died, and I can't take it in for a tune-up for another two weeks, you're stuck with the bus.'
"It's okay," I told her, "we didn't really expect you to, we were planning on taking the bus, it just would have been more convienient if you could drive us, but, no, it's okay."
"Um, Ash, if mom and dad call to ask you if I got here okay, I need you to tell them I got here fine, and if they want to talk to me, I'm in the shower."
AnNie was obsessive over showers. Half the time I called her house, her mom told me to call back because she was in the shower.
"No prob, lil sis," she said with a hug.
Ashlee was the coolest.
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