Garbage? Garbage.

Age 16

"Ryyyyykerrrrr!" I get up from my bed, as I stand in front of the door, ready for the crazy chick to barge in. She surely doesn't know about the word 'knock'.

I can hear foots steps on the stairs becoming louder, and within a minute Ian enters my room, almost kicking the door open.

She has a thick white paper in her hand, and a medal around her neck. Before I could decipher where she won that from, I am met with a super hyper Ian.

She walks towards me excitedly, and jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist, her hands slide around my shoulders making its way to my neck.

I stumble back, quickly holding her from the back of her thighs, before collapsing onto the bed behind us.

I am so glad there was a bed. Phew.

She muffles her face into my neck, and I sigh. Why does she do this to me?

"I came 3rd!" She practically yells in my ear, and I cringe.

SHE NEEDS TO STOP DOING THAT.

"How can people even listen to your songs? You suck." I mutter, smirking to myself at my newest insult.

My smirk is soon gone, as I feel hot, sharp, polished objects dig into my neck. What?

"Viana! What the fuck?!" I push her off of me, as she falls to my carpeted floor with a thud, and starts laughing.

Did she really just bite me on the neck?!

She continues laughing, and I groan. Fuck, that's so hot. I swear, she is testing me.

"That was your punishment! I am not that bad, you know." She frowns at me, from the floor and I roll my eyes.

One of the many things Ian loved, was singing. She wasn't perfect at it, since she wasn't trained. But she loved singing. Anytime. Any day. There were days when she sang beautifully. Ian had a deep voice, which most girls her age didn't posses. She could take it low, very well. But when it came to high notes, she usually messed up and ended up shouting. Then there were days when she sang horrifically. She would sing all day, making up her own lyrics of original songs and spoiling the most perfect songs with curse words. The common curse word being 'dick'.

Right now, while she sits on the floor, staring weirdly at the ceiling, I notice the Bronze medal hanging around her neck.

"Which song did you sing anyway?" She looks at me, her eyes suddenly happy.

"Thinking Out Loud!" I look at her with wide eyes.

"How the heck did you even get the bronze medal?! You sing that song horribly!" I exclaim.