Read Between The Lines

Part 14

Almost instantly I became aware of the fact that someone was climbing the stairs by the odd loud footsteps echoing through the hall. The sound was amplified by the white paint throughout the house and brought a new sense of fear into me. Who the fuck was in my house?

Before my imagination could run away with itself I forced myself to think logically and went through the potential options.

Mum? I looked at my digital alarm clock. 12:30. Ok that rules mum out, Being the workaholic that I she was.

Paul? Nah my best friend wouldn’t be seen dead out of the house before 3 in the school holidays, he took sleeping in too its full advantage.

So that just leaves…

Dad? My mouth fell open with shock. No not Dad, he wouldn’t come here.

He couldn’t.

We don’t want him here. We don’t need him here. Me and mum have everything we need, we don’t need his money (not that he has any) and we certainly don’t need his ‘support’. He can shove that where the sun don’t shine that’s for sure.

With the thoughts of my father fresh in my mind I walked to my wardrobe by the door and pulled out my solid metal baseball bat. Blinded by my hatred for him the thoughts of where I would hit him with this bat ran through my head, subconsciously making me smirk.

Suddenly a creak from the top of the stairs pulled me out of my thoughts and made me grip the baseball bat even harder than before. Feeling the adrenaline flood through my veins I yanked open the door and pulled the bat up into the air ready to strike.

‘JOSH’ a concerned sounding female voice greeted me from behind. I felt my heart rate return to normal as I turned around and saw Britt stood behind me with a tray in her hands and amusement etched clearly onto her face.

‘Why are you death gripping a baseball bat?’ she questioned me. Realising just how stupid I probably looked right about now I lowered the bat and directed an uneasy smirk Britt’s way, deciding to make her uncomfortable by answering her question with a question.

‘Why are you carrying a tray?’ I teased. Looking further at what was on the tray my eyes widened with surprise as I took in the tea and soup laid neatly across it. Realising that she hadn’t yet answered my question I looked up at her face and saw a blush flooding across her cheeks. 

‘Umm’ she started to stumble nervously before I realised how uncomfortable she was and gently lifted her chin up to look into my eyes. ‘Thank-you’ I simply said before tugging the tray out of her hands and motioning her to follow me into my room. Kicking the door open I did a sweep with my eyes making sure that there was nothing I didn’t want her to see sprawled out in my room. Content with the fact that nothing was there I set the tray down on my desk and turned my swivel chair around to face the bed, expecting Britt to walk in behind me and sit down on the edge of the bed. 

Abruptly I see her body rush past me and I watch as she launches herself at the bed whilst yelling;

‘STAGE DIVE’.

I couldn’t help chuckling to myself as I watch her legs go flying in the air before landing gracefully on the bed. Before my brain even caught up with my body I had already launched myself after her flying across the room landing next to her right at the centre of my bed. Feeling the bed begin to vibrate with the laughter coming out of her mouth I couldn’t help joining in at the thought of my now crumpled sheets lying beneath us.

‘That was…’ I gasped attempting to get my breath back.

‘Brilliant’ Britt finished off for me sounding slightly less breathless then me.

‘Wouldn’t you just love to do a real damn stage dive?’ She asked me as she sat up with amazement clear in her voice.

I nodded agreeing with her instantly before replying ‘Dude that would be EPIC!’

She laughed at the excitement in my tone as I rolled over onto my back so I was facing the ceiling, just like her.

‘You know I used to lie like this on my bed when I was a little kid and pretend that I could see the stars through the roof.’ Brit commented obviously noticing the tacky plastic stars that I had blue tacked to the ceiling when I was younger.

 I smiled at her story pleased that she was opening up to me.

‘Well I still look at these now when I need to think about things. I don’t know what it is about them but they give me a sense of clarity to my thoughts’ I replied wanting her to know I was just as willing to share things with her, wanting her to trust me.

Almost as soon as the words had left my mouth she mumbled something that sounded strangely like vunerable?

As if she knew she had let something out that nobody was supposed to know Britt jumped up and before I could begin to question her about her actions had dragged me off the bed and sat me down on the chair.

‘Someone’s eager for me to try their cooking’ I commented with a teasing smirk on my face. She hit me lightly on the chest before grabbing the chair and pushing it over to the desk.

‘EAT’ She shouted in my ear the excitement evident on her face. Just to torment her even further I leaned towards the tray to pick up the spoon in an incredibly slow motion. Realising what I was doing she grunted in frustration at my antics and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. Damn her and the puppy dog eyes, they work every time. painfully aware of how easily she just got round me I picked up the spoon dunked it into the soup and brought it straight to my mouth.

As soon as the liquid touched my mouth It went flying across my room.

‘Are you fucking trying to kill me?’ I choked out, coughing and spluttering all over the place. 

‘Oh shit’ Her eyes widened in horror, ‘I probably should have mentioned that I’m a bad cook’. I began to laugh at the weirdness of the situation. ‘Just out of interest Britt how the hell do you forget that you can’t cook’ I questioned her shaking my head at her idiocy. 

She shrugs looking down at the floor with shame spreading across her features, and instantly I began to feel a little bad for my reaction, knowing that I should have thought before I spoke. As I was about to open my mouth to apologise to her for being rude she ran right up to my face and yelled ‘HATERS GUNNA HATE’. Shock ran through me as her words made me jump.

Damn bitch she good.

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Authors Note 

Yo guys :) 

Feeling kinda bad cuase I havent updated for like a month now :s

But actually I dont care if your mad 

cause... 

HATERS GUNNA HATE.

Oh god, tried to explain that phrase to my dadd earlier in the week, THAT SHIT  DID NOT GO WELL!! 

He didnt understand it even after 3 seperate atempts at explaning oh well... 

Anyway moving onto another rambly thought, shoutout to HAYLEY 

Because even though I dont know the 'REAL HAYLEY' I do love her immensly. 

Enough said. 

If you understand that then your cool! 

If you dont understand that then .... your still cool 

KAYTHANKSBYE. 

Dont start on me FAM. 

Ill get my GRIFFIN ON YOU. 

Man I want a Griffin. 

I mean how sick would that be ? :o Just chilling oh god 

FANGIRLING OVER GRIFFINS. LORD HELP ME. 

See you next week :) <3