Playing Matchmaker

chapter thirty four

"Plastic bitches," Emily scoffs. I give her a look that says 'be nice, bitch' and she puts her wrists up in defence as she's too busy clutching onto her crutches like her life depends on it. "Let's get to class then, shall we?"

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I finish packing one last hoodie, Tyler's in particular, into my duffle bag. I zip it up, lifting up the heavy bag and throwing it over my shoulder. I grab a pair of flip flops and some ugg boots, throwing them into a bag along with my hairbrush and shampoo and soap.

I quickly throw on an old pair of low top black and white converse on and start to make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Austin is waiting for me, a pop tart in his mouth (like always) and two large bags of food. We had to go shopping last night along with Emily, Nate and Tyler to get food for camping.

Clark is going to pick up Brandon, Eloise and Eli, whereas James — Nate's asshole of a brother who invited himself — is driving his own car and taking the barbecue and all the sleeping gear in it. Nate is using his dads four wheel drive and taking Austin, Tyler, Emily and me and all of our baggage and the food.

Clark is in charge of taking the huge esky cooler up there as his Jeep has heaps of room in the back and the fold up chairs and table. Clark and Eli are sharing a tent along with Brandon and Eloise, James and Austin in one (much to Austin's disgust), Tyler and I in one and Emily and Nate in the last. We all planned this out at lunch this week so that it wouldn't be all disorganised and we wouldn't forget anything — which is usually very likely, we are horrible at remembering everything.

"All aboard," Austin yells, throwing the food and his bag into the back of Nate's father's car. I throw mine in after him, going back in to get the food that goes in the cooler which Clark has. Riverina has no power so we have enough ice to last the weekend.

I vaguely hear Emily complain about how she won't have any Facebook or Wi-Fi for the weekend, making my laugh my ass of at poor Nate trying to convince her that she doesn't need any because he's there and that's the only hotness she needs. They're the funniest couple, those two, and I'm pretty sure that they were made for each other.

"No sex for you," Emily pokes Nate's chest hard, making him cry out in pain and nurse his poor boob.

"What! That's just as bad as having no Wi-Fi," he yelps.

"Exactly," Emily flicks her lilac hair over her shoulder, "I have no Wi-Fi so you should have no sexy time."

"Man, they are sex addicts," I hear Tyler whisper from behind me. I laugh, agreeing one hundred percent with his point. He turns me around and swoops me into a kiss that makes my knees weak and my heart go crazy.

"PDA ALERT!" Austin screams, "STOP. NO I DON'T WANT TO SEE MY SISTER KISS HER BOYFRIEND."

Tyler and I burst out laughing, so I pull him into another kiss just to piss Austin off. I hear him groan and then slam the door of the car shut, signalling that he cracked the shits and locked himself in the car to wallow in his girlfriend-less self.

Unfortunately he is still being a pussy and hasn't asked Savannah to be his girlfriend even though they had an 'amazing' date according to both of them. Whenever I ask Austin, he just says 'I'm trying to find the right time, now leave me alone'. Funny, sounds exactly what he said about Tyler asking me out also.

"Alright, alright, break it up," my mother comes out of the house, yelling at Tyler and I. "I'm too young to be a granny."

After my father had moved out, Austin and I felt like we had our mother back. She stopped staying so late at work and started spending more time with us. She would cook us dinner every night and go grocery shopping. We watched movies all on the couch on night, and I swear I saw Austin tear up when mom hugged him and kissed him on the cheek saying, "I've missed you so much Tinny." Tinny was my mother's old nickname for him from ages ago. Not going to lie, even I was smiling through tears.