ONE WEEK LATER
“Hello Daddy! Hello Mom, I’m ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!”
Glancing up from the game of checkers I was playing with Harry (my brother) I watched as Destiny and Lauren bounced around the living room to Joan Jett.
I didn’t get to be home for very long, just three days, however it was nice to be back for any time at all.
“Hello girl I’m you’re wild girl! ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!”
Sliding on her knees Destiny gave an air guitar performance that would put both Luke and Michael to shame.
“That was amazing.” I laughed, clapping sarcastically.
“I know,” Destiny answered with a shrug before plopping down on the couch.
“So humble.” I replied pecking her nose.
“So gross.” Harry muttered.
“Shut up,” Lauren snapped, “I think it’s cute!”
Rolling his eyes Harry jumped three of my checkers in a row then sat back in his chair like some kind of mob lord, “King me.”
Sighing, I put a second piece ontop of his first.
“I’m bored.” Lauren sighed, plopping down on the couh next to Destiny.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
“Can we go swimming?” she questioned.
“No,” I replied.
“Why not?”
“I’ve been living off of in and out burger and I haven’t been exactly diligent with the whole working out thing.”
“Awww, is someone getting tubby?” Destiny giggled poking my side.
“No,” I snapped.
“Can we get ice-cream?” Lauren asked.
“No,” I replied, “We just ate lunch.”
“Can we go for a bike ride?” she questioned.
“No,” I sighed, “My bike got stolen, I don’t have one.”
“Bowling?”
“No.”
“Can we go to the park?”
“No it’s too hot.”
“To the movies?”
“There’s nothing that you can watch that I want to watch.”
“Can we go shopping?”
“I’m broke.”
“You’re on world tour.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m rich.”
“Ashton!”
“Lauren!”
“Why are you being an assbutt.”
“Watch it young lady.”
“Shut up Ashton,” Harry muttered, jumping two more of my pieces.
“Excuse me!” I cried.
“Just because you’re in a band doesn’t make you a slick shit.”
“Harry!” I yelped, “You watch your mouth young man.”
“Or what?”
“What do you mean or what?”
“Or what?” he taunted.
