4. Misunderstandings Lead to Frenching

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"One, two, three, four, tell me that you love me more..." I sang at a moderate voice level, running a brush through my hair.

            "Hannah! Shut up!" Lucas screamed at me from his bedroom across the hall.

            "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!" I sang even louder, trying to irritate him now.

            "Hannah!" He pounded his fist on the wall. I know it is seven in the morning, but I am in the mood to be musical and get on my brother's nerves. It's literally my job as a little sister to irritate him. If only I were getting paid.

            "If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go!"

            "Hannah Marie Trimester!" Lucas growled. I know he is under the covers with his pillow over his head, trying to block out my noise. Not my fault he goes to community college and has later classes.

            "You don't know you're beautiful!" I yelled.

            "That's it!" He stomped out of his bed and I ran down the stairs laughing to save myself. He caught up to me as soon as I turned for the kitchen, latching his hands around my waist. He lifted me into the air and I screamed. Curse him and his manly muscles!

            He threw me onto the couch and I landed hard. Leather is opposite of soft! "Why are you so mean?" I whined, looking into his familiar green eyes. That's how I will always know he is my brother, because his eyes look just like mine.

            "I'm trying to sleep! Could you not be obnoxious right now? Just because mom is drunk from last night and unresponsive to your tactics doesn't mean that I am." He glared at me. Here he is again in his briefs. Jeez, he never wears actual clothes.

            "I'm sorry, Lucas. Go back to sleep, I'll be quiet." I gave a very convincing smile.

            He narrowed his eyes at me, staring a bit before making his way back up the stairs. Someone needs to brush their unruly brown hair.

            "I-I love you like a love song baby!" I sung as soon as he made it to the top of the stairs.

            "You're dead!" he yelled, running down the stairs and tackling me. I giggled like a maniac.

I'm seriously considering the fact that maybe I should put an ad in the newspaper just so I can have one friend in the world. What kind of person has no friends? Is it because I am too busy? Or maybe it is because I am a bit too sarcastic and bitchy. Or maybe even because I have issues with getting close with people because I constantly make faces at others when I don't like what they are saying.

            Even though Ashley is a serious female dog, she still has Anna. No matter what anyone says, they are true friends who have been together through everything. I wish I had a friend like that. All I have that is constant these days is Winston. He is the only person I've known since third grade that I have yet to discourage. I think it is because we have been in journalism since seventh grade together and have always taken the same classes unintentionally.

            He's the only person and I don't even necessarily like him. Plus, I need a girlfriend. Also, I've only ever gotten close to one guy way back freshman year, but he moved to Arkansas. Who moves from Texas to Arkansas? That's so stupid! Man, he was my idea of perfect.

            Anyways, my point is, I need some friends. I mean, not only will I not have a date to prom, but I will also not have any friends to go with as well. That is my definition of sad. All the Chlamydia losers will go to prom together and I'll be all alone with my Columbia dream. I sighed. Boo, I'm such a loser!

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