Sheelin's parents had decided to extend their vacation, but had paid all the bills so there was still electricity and all that fun stuff.
"This will prepare us for college," Mila said.
"Lookin' on the bright side again?" Sheelin said. She and Ben were running around to bring mattresses down for us.
"Yes she is," I answered, surprised at how fast she could haul those things down the stairs, "but I doubt that we'll be sleeping in the middle of a living room on mattresses that we've somehow acquired in college,"
"Maybe not," Mila said, helping arrange them, "but we'll learn how to cook actual food and actually do laundry instead of having it magically appear in our rooms,"
"I already do my own laundry," I said.
"Well good for you," Sheelin said, "but mine still magically appears in my room,"
"Well how long will your parents be gone?" I asked. Sheelin turned her back to us and continued moving mattresses.
"Oh, you know, whenever," she said loftily, but I heard the anger in her voice. Mila glared at me and shot me a look that said 'fix it, NOW!'
"So, uh, what do you want me to cook for tonight?" I offered. Sheelin's eyes lit up.
"Oh, could you do phad thai with tofu? I love that dish and you make it just like the restaurants do!" she said.
"Yeah, no problem," I replied. Sometimes it was good that Sheelin had such a short attention span. My pocket buzzed and I took out my phone. It was Dan. I casually walked out of the room and out of the house.
"Hello?" I said, just in case Sheelin or Mila were listening.
"Hey, where are you?" Dan said. He knew I knew it was him.
"I'm... staying at a friends," I responded. I wanted to tell him the truth, but he could tell my mom and that is the last thing I want to deal with right now.
"I... I'm sorry," he said. I was stunned. Why was he apologizing?
"W-why?" I croaked.
"I feel like this was all my fault. Your mom-"
"Tell her to stay out of my business. Tell her that all my love for her has escaped out of the hole in my heart," I said guiltily. It was wrong of me to keep playing that card, but she was seriously pissing me off.
"Alright I wi- wait, what did you just say?" he asked confused, "Hole in your heart? This is a metaphor or a private joke between you guys, right?"
"No," I said and hung up. I felt like a bitch, but I wasn't in the mood to explain. I walked back inside, but regained my composure before rejoining the others.
"This will prepare us for college," Mila said.
"Lookin' on the bright side again?" Sheelin said. She and Ben were running around to bring mattresses down for us.
"Yes she is," I answered, surprised at how fast she could haul those things down the stairs, "but I doubt that we'll be sleeping in the middle of a living room on mattresses that we've somehow acquired in college,"
"Maybe not," Mila said, helping arrange them, "but we'll learn how to cook actual food and actually do laundry instead of having it magically appear in our rooms,"
"I already do my own laundry," I said.
"Well good for you," Sheelin said, "but mine still magically appears in my room,"
"Well how long will your parents be gone?" I asked. Sheelin turned her back to us and continued moving mattresses.
"Oh, you know, whenever," she said loftily, but I heard the anger in her voice. Mila glared at me and shot me a look that said 'fix it, NOW!'
"So, uh, what do you want me to cook for tonight?" I offered. Sheelin's eyes lit up.
"Oh, could you do phad thai with tofu? I love that dish and you make it just like the restaurants do!" she said.
"Yeah, no problem," I replied. Sometimes it was good that Sheelin had such a short attention span. My pocket buzzed and I took out my phone. It was Dan. I casually walked out of the room and out of the house.
"Hello?" I said, just in case Sheelin or Mila were listening.
"Hey, where are you?" Dan said. He knew I knew it was him.
"I'm... staying at a friends," I responded. I wanted to tell him the truth, but he could tell my mom and that is the last thing I want to deal with right now.
"I... I'm sorry," he said. I was stunned. Why was he apologizing?
"W-why?" I croaked.
"I feel like this was all my fault. Your mom-"
"Tell her to stay out of my business. Tell her that all my love for her has escaped out of the hole in my heart," I said guiltily. It was wrong of me to keep playing that card, but she was seriously pissing me off.
"Alright I wi- wait, what did you just say?" he asked confused, "Hole in your heart? This is a metaphor or a private joke between you guys, right?"
"No," I said and hung up. I felt like a bitch, but I wasn't in the mood to explain. I walked back inside, but regained my composure before rejoining the others.
