I actually began laughing, slapping my thighs. We had to pause in the center of the store because I was laughing too hard. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all year," I wiped a stray tear.

"Is she on drugs?" Delina whispered.

"No, you're on drugs. That is the most stupidest thing I've ever heard. Just forget it," I scoffed, walking past them.

The day Michael Jackson comes back to life will be the day Christopher gains a crush on me.

+ + +

"Stop it; that's disgusting," Christopher snapped for what appeared to be the millionth time. I found myself growing tired of his remarks that particular day. Every time I'd do something, he'd snap at me or completely verbally lash out on me.

I was actually holding onto Delina's words, until I realized that Christopher doesn't have a crush on me and he's just mean because that's the way he is. But then again, he seemed to grow that brash attitude only around me, because from what I've found out, he appears quite rambunctious around his friends.

I slowly stopped cracking my knuckles and put my hands to my sides. "Everyone cracks their knuckles," I defended myself poorly.

"It's still disgusting," he sneered.

As much as it killed me to not direct a retort towards him, I just lifted my shoulders in response. Christopher may be right. I was a burden. In fact, I felt like one. I felt like a burden for tagging along with his group of friends; for living with him; for having to communicate with him because his mother forced him to, and for simply being in the same area he's in. It really didn't help when he was glaring at me twenty-four seven.

Oh, well. I'll be gone in a month or so. Even though Christopher claims he doesn't dance, I'm fairly convinced he'd make his own little dance and start dancing the day I leave.

"Daniella," Delina spoke up to captivate my attention. I turned to stare at her expectantly. "My family's having this stupid barbecue tomorrow and I want to invite you. Your family can come, too."

"Oh," I forced out, blinking. "Okay."

"You'll come?"

I nodded. "Yeah, why not?"

She shuddered. "My parents are so embarrassing."

I let out a laugh. "Thank god we don't have siblings."

"It actually gets quite lonely, you know," she told me with pursed lips.

"Siblings aren't how they portray them in the movies; they're horrible in reality," Adam spoke up after taking a bite of his burrito.

"Winter isn't horrible," Delina responded. "You practically love her."

"Yeah, well, that's because I know how it feels to be lonely. She's the only sibling I've ever had," he excused. "Plus, I'm leaving to Uni in a few months. I probably won't see her in a long time."

"We're not going to see you for a long time either," Mason butted in with a frown.

"I've always wanted to study in Queensland, and plus, I'll come and visit," Adam told them.

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