Love, Lies and Murder//Teenage Assassin//
"You so did not just do that.", says Matthew after I run full speed at him and tackle him onto the couch.
"Oh yes I did. What are you going to do about it?"
"This.", and he starts tickling me. I start to laugh hysterically and then I come back to my senses. I flip out from underneath of him and I take his spot and I start to tickle him. I laugh like a hyena and say,
"That's what you get."
"Oh yeah short stuff?"
"We will see about that."
I just stick my tongue out at him in response, which he grabs. I yelp and say,
"What the hell dude?"
"You know not to stick your tongue out at me."
I just cross my arms and ignore him for the rest of show. Not much had happened after my mission. I come home, ate dinner and have been watching re-runs of Charmed with Matthew ever since. I was growing tired and have been yawning for the past hour, so that is how it come to this. Me tackling him, that is. It's funny how Matthew is so much different than my uncle. He is down to Earth, friendly, funny and so not like my uncle who, on the other hand, is strict, strong and mean. He can be loving sometimes though, but that doesn't happen very often. Even since aunt Cathy died, he changed. He used to be just like Matthew but her death really messed him up. She died and he started a new business. Yep, the one where we kill people. He thinks that since his wife was murdered that other need to be murdered too.
I yawn for about the fiftieth time tonight as I stretch my sore limbs. I say goodnight to Matthew as I head up stairs and into my bathroom. Turning on the light, I look at myself in the mirror and I grimace at the sight. I hate having blonde hair. That is definitely leaving. First thing tomorrow I am dying my hair back to dark brown. I have never liked being blonde so when I have to change my hair, I pout the whole time. Taking one last glance in the mirror, I do my business and I head into my bedroom down the hall. My room is basic size. The walls are either black or lime green, my bed spread is lime green with black polka dots and then I have black curtains on the windows. I have a desk over in the far corner, a dresser with a tv on it and then my closet, which is next to my desk. My room is every girls dream, well at least I think it is. My uncle had let me paint and decorate how ever I wanted when I moved in. Thank goodness for that because before it had been this god awful shade of pink. It looked the Disney princess's had thrown up all over it. I mean, even the closet door had been painted pink. Who does that? Can you say tacky?
Heading into my closet, I pull all of my clothes off and throw them into the dirty clothes bin. I walk over to my far wall and I grab a tank top and a pair of black sweat pants. Your basic lazy clothes. I pull them on and then head back into the bedroom. I grab my laptop from the desk and I jump onto my bed. I get under the covers and then turn the computer on. I check my email and face book before turning off the lights and falling asleep for the night.
Saturday. I love Saturdays. They are always so event filled and are fun. I throw the covers off of my body, grab my box of hair color off of my nightstand, and then I run down the hall and into the bathroom. Turning on the light, I rip open the box, follow the directions and then I apply the hair color. I wait fifteen minutes and then I chuck off my clothes andhop in the shower. The warm water washes over my skin and sigh. Showers always seem to make my body relax and then help my muscles, which are always sore any more. It sucks.
get out a few minutes later and I wrap a towel around my body. I brush my teeth and comb through my hair before heading back to my room. I close the door and I run into my closet. I pick out a pair of black jeans, a lime green shirt, black tank top and a pair of black and white DC's. I carry them into the bedroom and I throw them onto my bed before going over to my dresser and grabbing a fresh pair of panties and a bra.
Pulling all of my clothes on, I hear a knock on my door. I tell them to come in and it's Matthew, of course. I say hi to him while pulling my hair into a pony tail and he plops himself down on my freshly made bed. I just roll my eyes at him and say,