Chapter 4: Chapter4
#Chapter4
I guess it is not super common.
/"I don't know,/" I answer honestly only to smirk as an idea pops into my head
I take a small step towards her so that we are face to face, our chests being an inch away from each other.
/"You want to test that theory out?/" I tease with a slight lip bite
Her eyes widen with shock as she stares into my brown-green eyes.
/"Um- I- No/" she whispers out quietly
She tilts her head down to look at her socks, a pink blush staining itself across her cheeks.
Awe.
/"Come on, I'm sure the pizza is here/" I say, brushing off the tease so that she does not feel uncomfortable
I am all for teasing my best friend, but if she is genuinely uncomfortable with it then I do everything that I can to change the subject.
She smiles at this, looking up to face me.
/"Not until I fix that monstrosity on your head that you call a bun/" she says
I groan, grabbing her wrist and gently pulling her out of the closet and towards the kitchen.
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/"Hanna said that you need to speak to me?/" I ask my mom as I enter the kitchen
She quickly turns around only for me to take a cautious step back.
My mom is holding a ginormous wooden spoon with a ticked off facial expression.
Shit.
Should I call mother on her?!
/"I told you not to close your bedroom door,/" my mom says as she begins to take threatening steps towards me, wooden spoon still in hand
/"I ask you not to do one thing, one thing! And you do the one thing that I tell you not to do!/" She rants with frustration clear in her tone
My back hits the kitchen wall causing my heart rate to spike.
Shit.
/"Mother!/" I yell, turning back around to face my mom
I wait a few seconds before yelling for her again.
/"What is it Isabella?/" My mother asks as she enters the kitchen, getting into a fighting stance
I point towards mom.
/"Help! She's going to kill me!/" I say, stepping behind my mother for protection
My mother begins to cautiously make her way towards my mom, leaving me at the doorway.
/"Put the knife spoon, babe,/" my mother says as she calmly backs my mom against the counter
My mom goes to move her hand that is wielding the wooden spoon only for my mother to grab her wrists, shaking the hand that contains the spoon.
The spoon eventually slips out of my mom's hand, landing in the sink.
/"What's wrong?/" My mother asks her
She continues to keep her tight grasp around my mom's wrist, pinning them to her sides.
/"Let go of me, Charlotte!/" My mom grunts outs frustratedly
My mother uses both hands to bring my mom's hands behind her back so that she cannot slip out of her grasp.
I only know this because I learned it a few years ago when she taught me self defense 'Wilder style', whatever that means.
/"Not until you answer my question/" my mother states
My mother stares into my mom's eyes, unfortunately I cannot see her face due to her back facing me.
The two of them are quiet for a few moments as they have a mental conversation only using their eyes.
My jaw drops as they suddenly begin to desperately, roughly kiss.
What the-
Weren't they just-?!
And now they're-?!
How?!
I practically run out of the kitchen when my mother releases my mom's wrists and lifts her up onto the kitchen island.
I quickly make my way towards the living room where everyone else is watching a movie.
/"Hanna, they're at it again/" I tell the blonde as I enter the barely lit up room
She groans before standing up from the couch and running out of the room before any damage is done.
They have been doing this a lot recently.
One second mom is frustrated with everyone and the next she is kissing mother as if she is some sort of exotic fruit.
It is getting worse every single day.
/"On that note, do you guys want to just pick up the pizza? We could stop by the store if you want anything else/" Aurelia suggests as she stands up from the loveseat
I nod, too disgusted to stay here any longer.
/"Sure, should I bring anything?/" Lynnex asks
Last week she was an innocent victim when she walked in on my parents making out in the den.
I made it up to her by making her favorite breakfast the next day.
/"No, I don't think they'll go that far/" Aurelia assures the golden haired girl though she seems unsure herself
The black haired girl leads us around the kitchen where we grab our shoes before making our way outside towards her car.
Lynnex and I climb into the backseat while my sister's fiancé climbs into the drivers seat and turns on the heat.
I glance beside me and frown when I notice my best friend violently shivering.
/"Are you cold?/" I ask her
/"No, I'm dancing/" she replies sarcastically
I roll my eyes but open my arms for her nonetheless.
Good thing I chose not to take my hoodie off earlier when I was in the closet.
She wastes no time as she tightly presses her body against my side and tucks her head into my chest.
I waste no time wrapping my hoodie clad arms around the quivering brown eyed girl and trying to warm her up.
A few minutes pass by like this before my sister exits the house with two suitcases and a blanket.
Why does she need suitcases?
Especially if one of them are Lynnex's.
/"I was able to get them to go to their bedroom, but I think it is safe to say that we should vacate the house for at least forty eight hours/" Hanna says from outside the car
Ugh.
You have got to be kidding me.
/"Do you want to go to Grandma's or a hotel?/" Hanna asks me
I bite my bottom lip as I contemplate it.
Haley, my younger sister, is currently staying at my grandmother's house because she just switched schools.
It was mainly because of the fact that her classmates couldn't get their heads out of their asses long enough to learn something that wasn't homophobic.
Meanwhile, the hotels around here are surprisingly really nice.
/"A hotel/" I answer her
Hanna nods her head before walking around the car towards the trunk and putting our suitcases inside.
She quickly runs around the car before climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door behind her.
Aurelia laughs at my terrified sister and backs out of our driveway.
/"I got this for you guys, I remembered how Lynnex is always cold/" my sister says as she turns around and hands me the throw blanket that she was just holding
I smile and thank her.
As I lean forward to grab the blanket I get stopped by my best friend tightening her hold on my hoodie.
I glance down at the golden haired girl with furrowed brows.
When did she grab my hoodie?
Hanna notices this but chooses not to say anything, deciding to toss the blanket towards me.
Wow.
Who would have thought that I would be forced to vacate my house because of my parents apparent sexual frustration?
Not me, that's for sure.
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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