The Love Song (8)

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I grabbed my car keys off the hook in the kitchen and crossed my arms. Abby looked at me with raised eyebrows as she took a sip of her coffee. Emma had exactly three minutes to get her butt into the kitchen or else we were leaving without her.

The toilet flushed from the bathroom.

“Emma, come on!” I shouted impatiently. “We’re late.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she yelled back as she flung the bathroom door open. Emma waved her hands in the air to dry them off before grabbing her purse off the table. “Sheesh, if I had known that we had to be up this early I never would have agreed to this,” she grumbled and pushed her long messy bangs out of her eyes. It didn’t even look like she had run a brush through her hair before coming over this morning.

“Shouldn’t have been up so late playing video games,” Abby scolded her.

Emma glared at her sister. “And you shouldn’t snore so loud. I mean did you hear yourself last night? It sounded like Pumbaa made himself comfortable over in your bed.”

“Hakuna Matata?” I suggested casually as I tried to edge my way to the door in hopes that they would follow.

“Pumbaa?” Abby asked icily as she crossed her arms. “Are you comparing me to a pig?”

“Actually, he’s a warthog,” Emma said with a smirk, “but yeah, I guess I am.”

“Guys,” I said, trying to intervene before a fight broke out. “Let’s just leave before we’re late.”

I glanced at the clock and groaned; it was already five to seven. Feeling frustrated, I pushed open the door that led into the garage with a little too much force, and it rattled against the wall. Stepping outside, I headed to my car without looking back to see if the twins were following.

Thankfully, when I made my way around to the drivers side Abby and Emma had stepped outside.

“Why are you in such a rush?” Emma asked as she waited for me to unlock the car door.

“Why did you take five years in the bathroom?” I countered instead of answering her question.

Emma sighed. “The Hoover Dam broke this morning and we’re all out of feminine products. I was raiding your bathroom for tampons.”

That would explain the sweatpants and messy hair…

I held back a smile as I bent my head and climbed into the car. “I would say we could stop at Walgreens on the way, but Bennett is probably waiting for us.”

Emma just shrugged her shoulders as I adjusted the rear view mirror. “Nah, it’s okay. Whenever I go into the store to buy tampons, all the male employees turn into Hollister models. I let my mom buy them.”

Abby’s loud laugh rang out from the backseat of the car. “No wonder you’ve been so crabby this morning. I thought you were going to glare a hole through Connor’s head during breakfast. Seriously Mikey. I walked in to get a bowl of cereal and my siblings were in the middle of World War Three.”

Crossing her arms, Emma explained herself. “He was being a dickwad. Asked me what was wrong when I camedown this morning and I said I had cramps. Guess what he said back?”

“What?” Abby and I both responded to humor her.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad Emma,” she said using air quotes. “Just suck it up. I was like ‘Bitch, please! Let me lay a whale on your ovaries’”

“He’s such an idiot,” Abby said shaking her head. “I mean if guys had periods it would be called the reoccurring episode of great courage that should be respected and revered, not just that time of the month.”

“Ugh,” I complained to Emma. “I know how you feel. Periods suck. I thought mine was done last night, but this morning my ovaries were all like ‘LOL, just kidding bitch!’ Ruined my favorite pair of Victoria Secrets.”

Emma nodded her head in agreement. “Oh gosh, I have a graveyard of cute panties destroyed by the crimson wave. I seriously need to call Mother Nature up and cancel my monthly subscription.”

By the time we reached school, we were all giggling and joking around and Emma’s discomfort was forgotten. The parking lot was empty except for one van.

As I pulled up, I noticed Bennett leaning against the drive side door as he waited for us. He didn’t look happy.

“Alright guys,” I said as I put the car into park. “Just remember he’s a little weird, okay? Be nice.”

Abby and Emma looked at each other with a smirk before turning back to me. “Do we look like the kind of people who would be mean to someone?” They batted their eyelashes at me, trying to look innocent.

I closed my eyes and shook head, already feeling defeated. Today was going to be a long day. “Not necessarily,” I sighed, “but I know from first hand experience how evil you two can be.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Abby said cheerfully as she unbuckled her seatbelt and flung open the door. We all piled out of the car.

The sun was blinding and as I turned to look at Bennett, I hadto shield my eyes.“Morning!” I said with a smile.

Instead of responding with the socially acceptable returned greeting, he glared at me. “I see you didn’t read over the rules last night.”

“Um what?” I asked in surprise. Of course I read the rules last night! There was a reason for the dark circles under my eyes. I wasn’t lucky enough to be blessed with all this natural beauty.

Bennett pushed away from his car and walked over to me. “Well, I assumed that you didn’t since you’re already breaking two of the rules.”

“You know what they say about people who assume things,” Abby said stepping forward and poking Bennett on the chest.

I shot my friend a look of horror. Was she trying to scare off my only hope to win this game?

Bennett frowned. “And who are you?” he asked, annoyance ringing through his voice.

“I’m Abby and this is my sister Emma,” Abby said pointing at her double.

“Clearly,” Bennett responded, shaking his head. “What I meant to say is why are you here?”

“They’re my best friends,” I told him quickly, trying to sound as apologetic as possible. “The ones I told you about last night?”

“Best friends?” he asked. I knew he was just questioning my choice of friendship, but Emma took it literally.

“You know, the friends you can only be mad at for a short period of time before you forgive them so you can tell them about some juicy gossip that can’t wait,” her sentence came out in an excited rush.

“I’ve never experienced a situation of that sort before,” Bennett responded as he adjusted his glasses.

“Obviously,” Abby laughed before jumping to a new subject. “Oh my gosh, I love your glasses! Can I try them on?” She hopped closer to Bennett with a big smile.

“No you cannot try them on,” Bennett responded as Abby made a grab for them. “I need them to see.”

“Lame,” Abby pouted as she twisted a piece of her blond hair. “You’d only be blind for a moment.”

Ignoring her, Bennett turned back to me. “Like I said before I was interrupted a minute ago, your carelessness in following the rules demonstrates that you either didn’t read them or are not as serious about winning the game as I thought.”

Oh crap! It sounded like he was having second thoughts about helping me. “No, I really did read the rules last night!”

“Do you really think that she’d be here at,” Emma paused to look down at her watch, “seven fifteen in the morning if she wasn’t serious? It’s way too early for any teenager to be up.”

“And that’s my point exactly. The rules clearly state that you have to be early every time you go somewhere, because if you’re late it makes you rush. Not only were you incredibly late, but why are you wearing sandals, Mikey?”

“Oh no, not the sandals!” Abby gasped and threw her hands up in the air.

“We were only ten minutes late and that was my fault, not Mikey’s” Emma said at the same time.

I tried to hold back a snort and ignore the twins as I answered Bennett. “Ah because they’re cute?”

An angry breath hiss out of Bennett’s nose. “Give me one of your shoes,” he demanded.

“Um, okay,” I said as I pulled off my left sandal and handed it to him. “I don’t quite understand, but—Hey!” I yelled as Bennett took my flip-flop and pressed it against the concert. Then he violently scraped it back and forth.

“Those were her cutest pair,” Abby said in horror as Bennett stood up and handed me the flip-flop back. The straps weren’t broken, but all the sequins had been torn off.

“And now they’re not cute, so next time you go out you can put on a pair of running shoes and follow the rules,” Bennett said in all seriousness. I took back my shoe without a word, still in shock of what he had done.

“I think we signed you up with a drill sergeant,” Emma whispered to me.

“What the heck are all these rules?” Abby demanded putting a hand on her hip, clearly upset about the destruction of my footwear.

Bennett sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. “Look, you aren’t even supposed to know about the rules, but someone,” he stopped for a second to glare at me in an exasperated way, “clearly has a disregard for them.”

“You’re not the only person who can help Mikey win this game,” Abby continued. “How are we supposed to help her if we can’t know what she’s doing?”

Throwing his hands up in the air, Bennett gave up. “Fine you guys can read my rule book if you want, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Promise!” Abby and Emma said together. They both spit in their hands and held them out for Bennett to shake.

“Gross,” was all he said before turning to me and pulling a pair of keys out of his pocket. “Come on, let’s go. We’re on a tight schedule.”


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Just to let everyone know, I am leaving for Spain tomorrow. I'm going to update before I do, but I don't know if there will be any new chapters after that. When I get back from Spain I will be leaving for Scotland for a few days as well. I know that I have been updating everyday, but it might be about a week and a half before I am back. I hope you all understand.

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