Notice Me

Chapter 20: Love Stinks

I was in the living room curled up on the sofa with Anya, each coddling our own guilty pleasure...a pint of rocky road ice cream watching P.S. I Love You. Sigh, this is our all time favorite movie it's such a tear-jerker, wahhh! We've been home for the past half-hour, my parents are out on a date night so we had the entire house to ourselves.

We decided to have a love movie marathon night, since right about now we're feeling a bit bitter about love. What have we gotten ourselves into? Each one of us is sporting our black yoga pants and matching love stinks tees...ironically there are dogs on the damn shirt which only reminded us of our mates who are wolves, blah.

Choosing P. S. I Love You, A Walk To Remember, The Notebook, and Titanic, we figured we'd try and stay up as long as we possibly could while shoveling the delicious goodness down our throats. A relentless pounding on my front door along with constant ringing of the bell interrupted my drooling over Gerard Butler's sexy accent. For goodness sakes, rolling my eyes I placed my ice cream on the coffee table very carefully and stood from the sofa. Making sure to pause the DVD before going to see whom it was.

Anya and I traded knowing glances as she too imitated what I did and we both made our way over to the foyer. My hair was braided into two separate pigtails on each side of my head. Anya had hers pushed back with a headband and a green cucumber mask was slopped messily onto both of our faces. What? There's no sense in attempting to be cute, trust me; Anya's seen me at my worst and vice versa.

Yanking open the door, we came eyeball to eyeball with two large fists held mid air getting ready to start yet another round of knocking. "Eeeuggh!!" Was the childlike screech we received from their mouths as they hugged up on one another like they just saw a ghost.

We stood there with our hands on our hips and our eyebrows raised in a 'what're you gawking at' type gesture. The guys tried to cover up their unmanliness by straightening themselves up and coughing. "Uh, how'd you two get home?" Tristan asked clearing his throat as he rubbed at the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Bishop." I replied with a one-word answer. I wasn't in much of a mood to speak to him considering the fact that he completely ignored me to fight over a damn soccer game.

"Can we come in?" His eyes seemed to be filled with remorse, they don't have that usual shimmer to them. Anya stood next to me quietly as Luke mirrored her. They were allowing Tristan and I to take charge of the situation at hand. What situation, you ask? We have problem, a very big one at that. Anya and I don't appreciate the two of them thinking that it's ok for them to make decisions for us.

We're each our own person, with our own brains to think for ourselves. There's absolutely positively no reason for them to treat us like we're helpless woe is me females. Looks to me like we were a couple of perfectly functioning individuals before they came along and we didn't plan on changing our ways to accommodate the likes of them.

I shook my head in a beg-to-differ manner. "I don't think that's such a good idea. We're actually in the middle of something." Anya and I already came to the conclusion that in order for us to earn the respect that we desired. We need to be tough. Treat them like they need us more then we need them, even though I know that we're suffering just as much as they are.

"Can we please come in?" Tristan's voice sounded like it was on the verge of begging. "We'll only be a few minutes."

Flashing a gaze out the corner of my eye at Anya, she chewed down on the inside of her cheek and gave me a slight nod. "Fine..." I huffed out dramatically opening the door a bit wider so they could step inside. They both came in and we stood around the foyer looking at them expectantly

Wow, I should really consider joining the drama club at school. I'm surprising myself with this tough girl attitude. There's no way we're allowing them into the living room. I'm sure we won't hear the end of laughter, once they get a glance of our pints of ice cream and DVD's on the coffee table.