"La la la la la, I can't hear you." I sang to Ike with my fingers plugged in my ears. I saw his lips start to move, so I started to sing louder. After a while, he finally got pissed and walked off. Ah, quiet.
Why am I ignoring Isaac you ask? Well, it's very simple, he is one of the many culprits that insist that we go on tour again.
They couldn't of picked a worse time could they? I mean, I actually get a girlfriend that I really really like, that I got kinda up close and personal with. I'm getting good thrills off of a newfound drug that everyone thought would kill me, but didn't, and isn't about to, plus I got some really cool friends who don't hate me for being blonde. Now they want me to de-root again, and go entertain some teenies who don't care about the music. The only thing they are in it for, is to see my brother in a wife beater.
"Oh come on Zac, stop being a whiny little pussy." Ike said. Woah, he's never said anything like that to me before.
"Oh yeah?" I asked. "If I'm being a pussy, then your being a dick, and you do know that...."
"Stop Zac." he said to me, cutting me off. I stuck my tongue out at him, and then spied our mother. She was my only hope.
"Mommy dearest?" I said to her with the cutest face I could muster. I dropped to my knees, and started crawling over to her with my bottom lip out.
"Yes Zacy?" she said mockingly.
"Do we really have to go on tour right now? Couldn't we just wait a bit?" I pleaded, adding a little whimper at the end for the effect.
She stuck her bottom lip out at me, and got nose to nose with me. "You and your brothers are going on tour now." she said, "And no amount of pleading can make it stop." She patted my head and walked into the kitchen.
I fell backwards in a dramatic way, and just lay there for a while thinking about how much my life sucks right now.
When I had enough of wallowing in my own self pity, I slowly got up and headed upstairs to pack.
I took my suitcase out of my closet and headed over to my dresser. Let's see, about 20 pairs of underwear. You never want to run out of those. I'll need about 10 different outfits. Figure you can wear a pair of pants twice before actually calling them dirty right? I thought so. I only need about two pairs of socks, because I'll eventually end up using my dad's anyway. Yep, that's about it. I'm packed. I know my brothers will pack all of our cds, and playstation games, and my sisters will probably take care of the movies. Yep, I guess the only thing that's left for me to do is sit here and watch the rest of my life drift away.
Do...do...do. Dum...dum...dum. This is boring.
I looked around my bedroom in hopes to find something to amuse me, and my eyes came to rest on a small bottle of black nail polish that Quaker had left over here the last time she had visited. Well, I don't think that she knows that she left it over here, because it fell out of her pocket while we were doing something on my bed. I made the mistake of rolling over on it just as I was about to fall asleep.
I got up from my bed, and walked over to my dresser to retrieve the nail polish, and once I had it, sat back on my bed with it. I carefully ran my fingers over the smooth bottle, studying it and taking in it's details. I then slowly unscrewed the cap, and pulled out the small black brush, and carefully spread it over the nail of my index finger. I could feel the chill of the polish going over my nail as I stroked the brush over it. It immediately made my finger feel like I had a small weight on it. It felt suprisingly pretty cool.
I hastily painted the rest of my nails, except left my middle finger untouched. I remembered how Quaker painted her middle fingers bright red, because she said it made it look like she was continually flipping everyone off. I liked her tactic.
I closed the bottle, and ran into my parents bedroom, and found a bottle of red nail polish in my mom's drawer.
"Yes, I'm sure!" she snapped at me, her voice drenched with worry. I can't believe this.
"Maybe your just sick, and...and this is just a side affect from it." I suggested, yet I knew in the back of my mind that this suggestion was not probable at all. I just wanted to make her feel better.
"No, It can't be." she said. I thought I heard something fall in the background. "I feel perfectly fine. All I know is it's not here, and I'm in for a shit load of fun in the very near future." she said in a very sarcastic tone. I then heard her fumble with the phone for a bit, and a match strike. She shouldn't be doing this, but I knew better than to say something to her when she was in this state for mind. "Beano, what am I supposed to do?" she asked, changing her tone of voice from sarcastic to pleading.
"I don't know man, I guess go to a doctor to make sure...."
"No!" she exclaimed, cutting me off.
"Then I don't know what to tell you man, find out for yourself. I guess."
"Oh, some help you are!" she said while hanging up. I shrugged and hung up too. Well, if she didn't want my help, then she could solve her own problems.
I stood in front of our dresser, looking at my reflection in the mirror, admiring what I saw. Yep, black nail, black lipstick (I stole Jessica's from when she was a witch of Halloween), plus my awesomely cool eyebrow thingy. Yup, I would say I'm looking a little bit punky.
Standing there, I started to think that I was missing something. I looked around a bit, studying my appearance, and then my gaze went upward to fall on my hair. It just kinda hung there, being all long and blonde. Maybe I should cut it.
I ran my fingers through it, and thought for a bit. Nah, I could never do it. My hair is my mojo. Besides, it would look stupid with any haircut but my own, but none the less, it still needed something, and I think I know just the thing.
I looked out the window, and all I saw was the hard, steady fall of rain attacking the window. It was really storming. I watched as I saw a bolt of lightning hit, and the light in the bathroom flicked off and then back on for a split second. I heard our bedroom door open, footsteps, and the sound of keys rattling. I wonder where Zac's going.
"I just think it's all about his girlfriend." he said finally, after cutting himself a few times with the blade and muttering a few choice words.
"Girlfriend?" I asked suprised. Zac has a girlfriend? He never told me about that! I can't believe it. He doesn't! It can't be! Or could it?
"Yeah, you know that Quaker chick who lives next-door. They've been going out for a while now. I gave them the safe sex talk the other day just to piss him off. I'm suprised he didn't tell you" he said while rinsing his face.
My mouth must have been hanging open or something, because he gave me a really weird look. I had noticed some changes in Zac recently, but I guess had never just really agnolaged them. Come to think about it, he has been hanging out next door an awful lot lately, and he did pierce his eyebrow which was a very big step for Zac, because he usually faints at needles. Yup, this is all too strange now. I think I need a pill of some kind. "Hey Ike." I said. "Has Zac been doing anything else that he didn't tell me about?" I asked him with a pleading look. If I was just gonna find this valuable pierce of black-mail now, I could only imagine what might lie in store if Ike did decide to tell me.
"Sorry bro, but if he wanted you to know, then I think he would have told you, too." he said with a look that made me think I couldn't change his mind, but I was sure as hell gonna try.
"But is it anything bad? You know I just want to help him out if he's in any type of trouble." I said with a very convincing grin (at least I thought), and a nod of the head.
"I don't know man, you have been known to want to get us in trouble." he said in a very weary voice.
I faked a hurt look, because I knew he was right. I don't know why I enjoy doing it, but I guess I just find it amusing to get my siblings in trouble with our parents, and he knew it fist hand. I found out from one of my friends that he had smoked a cigarette once in his life, and I told mom and dad for 'his own good'. He ignored me for a few weeks after that. Of course that was hard, because he was grounded for those weeks.
"Come on man!!!!" I begged with pleading eyes. He looked me up and down, considering me, and finally gave a nod of approval.
"Well, the most I know is that the two of them got to third base. I don't know anything but that, but that was a couple weeks ago." he said. I sighed. Sometimes Isaac was the biggest dummy ever.
I found a vacant space in the mall parking lot, and parked in it. I then got out and went inside the mall heading to the Hot Topic that was there. I got a ton of weird looks from the people in there, obviously recognizing me, and thinking that I wasn't allowed to be there, but I just shrugged it off. My mission must be carried out.
I looked around a bit, trying to act casual, but I guess I couldn't do that well, because my gaze kept wondering back to the thongs they had on a rack, and my mind wandered to caca thoughts of Quaker in one. I quickly made my thoughts change to an old naked woman on a wet, cold day. That quickly killed any thrill that I might have gotten.
I walked over to the wall that held the accessories. You know, the jewelry, toys, hats, ....hair dye. I picked up a bottle of electric blue Manic Panic and started reading the label. It sounded good, but I didn't want any chance of it coming out, so I picked up another brand in the same color also, assuming I could mix them together. I also got a bleaching kit to make the job complete. Yes, this could be the best thing I've done yet.
I paced up and down the bathroom. This can't be happening to me. What did I ever do to deserve this? I walked over to the sink again, and looked at the two lines that seemed to be burning a hole in my forehead. Two lines for positive.
I picked it up and shook it just to make sure it was right, thinking I cold change the results somehow. Well, it didn't work.
I had just ruined the rest of my entire life. I wonder how Zac is gonna take it. I wonder how I'm gonna tell Zac!
I sat on the edge of the bathtub, and stared at the floor. I felt hot tears burning the back of my eyes, just itching to come out, and I squeezed my eyes closed tightly to keep them from dripping on the floor. I wasn't about to make a big deal about this.
"It's nobody's fault but your own," I told myself, "and your just going to have to face this on your own."
I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes. It felt like there were water logged butterflies in my stomach that were too bloated to move in my stomach, but they were sure as hell trying vigorously.
I felt a hot tear start it's fast pursuit down my cheek, and I wiped it away with the side of my hand. I then got up and wrapped the test in a wad of toilet paper and jammed it in the bottom of the garbage can. I never want to looked at it again.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror, and glared at it, watching it glare back.
"Quaker, how could you?" I asked myself out loud. I spied my roach from before leaning on the sink, and picked it up taking the last drag it had to offer me before it went dead. "Your 16 years old, and you had to go and fuck up your life by getting pregnant."