I'm A Sucker For His Charm

After I took a cold shower (I know it sounds dirty but you know what would happen if I took a hot shower after that incident), I picked out something comfortable to wear from my messy wardrobe. I turned on my iPod and played "Evil Has Never". I’m addicted to that song; I’ve been playing it over and over ever since I first discovered it on the internet.

I lied down on my bed with my headphones on and the music in full volume; trying to forget about what happened earlier, but that stranger’s face kept flashing up in my mind; he was the most attractive guy I’ve seen so far in my boring life. There’s something about that guy, but I can’t put my finger on it. His face seems so familiar to me. Déjà vu probably?

 I shook my head. Why was I thinking about that asshole?

 I closed my eyes, letting myself be taken away by the music. Next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep.

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I was awakened by a knock on the door. I checked the time; it was already a quarter to two in the afternoon. So basically, I was asleep in almost three hours.

“What do you want mom?” I said half-awake. I assumed that it was mom since she was usually the one waking me up every day.

“Honey, we have visitors downstairs.” She called out from the other side of the door. I took one of my pillows and buried my face under it. 

“Is it really that necessary for me to go down?” I moaned. Jeez. Give me a break mom.

“Of course it is,” my mom said. “Don’t be anti-social.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a silent growl. I hate this kind of arguments with my mother. I can never win against her.

“Fine,” I said, finally giving up. My efforts would be futile if I had declined. My mom is so persistent.

“Just give me five minutes.”

“Five minutes.” She warned. Or what?

“Whatever,” I mumbled, and went back to sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep anymore. My stomach vibrated and was even making these weird noises. I remembered that I haven’t eaten lunch yet, which means I have to go downstairs. 

I got up, brushed my hair since it looked like a haystack. I dug out my sweat pants from under the pile of clothes lying around on the floor and wore them.

After changing, I decided to take the staircase that headed directly to the kitchen because I knew that if I take the staircase that led to the living room, it would be a trap set up by my own mother.

I silently crept toward the kitchen, making sure I don’t make any sound. Creepin’ to the fridge, I searched for something, anything good to fill my empty stomach. Then finally, the rays of Heaven shone upon me, I heard the angels play their harps. Oh yes, finally, I found an Oreo Double Stuf and a carton of milk. Perfect.

I was just eating mindlessly; imitating the procedures they did on television. Lick the cookie, twist, and dunk it on the glass of milk.

Suddenly, my sixth sense told me that someone was watching me. I turned around to see who it was.

Dun dun duun. That was the sound of disaster befalling right on top of my head. It was my mom. She was giving me a scolding look, a look that said, “You are so screwed”. I jumped from the shock and dropped the Oreo I was holding. I didn’t hear any footsteps, she’s like a ninja. I swear she was a ninja in her past life, and oh how it annoys me when she uses her ninja skills against me.

“Mom! Will you stop that?” I said, calming down my racing heart; I hate it when she gives me heart palpitations.

“What are you doing down here? I told you to go to the living room; it’s rude to ignore visitors.” She reprimanded me.

“The visitors can wait, my hunger can’t.” I mumbled.

She glared at me. Oh no.

“Okay, just give me a moment; I’m just gonna brush my teeth. I don’t wanna scare them away looking like a toothless pirate with Oreos stuck on my teeth.” I made an excuse, and tried to make a point.

My mom sighed, and after that she left.

I finished my milk and brushed my teeth, then went to the living room.

“Oh, look! Look who’s out of the cave.” Dad joked. I grimaced at him.

“So, this is Kate? I can’t believe she’s all grown up now.” A voice said. I turned to see who it was; it was Uncle Bill. He was dad’s friend; I only met him and his wife, Aunt Jenny, just a couple of times when I was six.