Chapter Seven

Katelyn


The next moring, or afternoon rather, Destiny and I walked downstairs in search of Advil. Our heads were pouding really bad from the alcohol.

"Hey sweetie." my dad said from the couch. I just waved and walked into the kitchen. I opened the cabnet and looked for the Advil. None. Instead, I grabbed the Tylenol and handed two to Destiny.

"Gimme four." she murrmured. "Ow, my head."

I handed her two more pills and walked to the refridgerator. Damnit, no orange juice. I thought about yelling to my dad about it, but thought better of it and grabbed the milk carton. I wanted a ciggerette. Bad. But Destiny and I had smoked the whole pack last night. Why? Hell if I know.

"Want some cereal?" I asked, pulling out a box of Chex.

She shook her head. "No, I'll puke it up."

"It might settle your stomach," I offered.

She nodded. "Okay. I guess,"

"'Chex: they stay crunchy...even in milk.'" I said, reading the box. "Who the hell cares?"

"Kate?"

I groaned. "What?"

My dad walked into the kitchen. "I have to go to work now. I'll be home late. Around tweleve. If you go anywhere, leave a note. And here's some money." he handed me a fifty. "I know how teenager eat." he smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes, making sure he saw.

Destiny laughed. and stuck her now peirced tounge out at me.

I saw my dad's eyes widen when he noticed the ball, and the little hoop that was on my eyebrow. I expected him to say something, but instead, he kissed the top of our heads and left.

When I heard the door close, I shook my head. "What a loser."

We took our robes off, exposing out...ahem...P.J's. Shorts and a bra. Hot in New York.

We took our cereal into the living room to watch T.V. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels and left it on MTV, Manson's Beautiful People was on. Hell yeah buddy. I turned the volume up wide open.

I looked over at the stairs just in time to see dumb and dumber come down. I rolled my eyes. Shirtless. Figures.

Destiny stood up and walked over to Kyle and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Have wet dreams, baby?" she stuck her tounge out at him.

I noticed Kyle look her up and down. I rolled my eyes. Pervert. I wanted to slap him. And Destiny wasn't helping much, throwing herself at him. Gross.

Kyle hugged her and they walked over to the couch, Kyle bedside me. "Hey sis,"

"Get bent." I snarled, not taking my eyes off the televison.

Taylor came and sat on the other side of me. "Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" he asked, pinching my cheek.

"Fuck you, momma's boy."

Destiny laughed and sat down on Kyle's lap. "Is this seat taken?"

He looked up at her. "Uhh, it is now."

"How can you listen to this shit?" Taylor asked, gesturing towards Manson. "He's like, a fag."

"Takes one to know one, pickel dick." I snapped.

"Manson kicks ass, man." Destiny backed me up. "But ICP's better."

"Who?" Kyle and Taylor both asked in unison.

I rolled my eyes. "No one you'd be interested in." I got up and went into the kicthen and carried my bowl and put it in the sink. My temper was rising each time Taylor or Kyle spoke. I decided to go upstairs and change.



Taylor

I watched Katelyn run upstairs, not giving us a second glance. "What's wrong with her?"

Destiny shrugged, laying her legs in Kyle's lap. "Nothing, besides the fact she can't stand you. Other than that, she's peachy."

I frowned. "What the fuck did I do to her?"

Destiny got up and stood in front of me and pinched my nose. "Something about worms, I believe." she made a kissing noise and followed Katelyn upstairs.

Kyle took the remote and changed the channel. "Don't mind them Tay, Katelyn's just a little...grumpy."

I looked over at him. "A little?"

"Okay. So she needs Prozac, but she can't help it."

"Why not?"

"The devorce. It was hard on her because mom took her away from here and moved to New York. No goodbyes. No letters. No nothing."

I looked up at the ceiling. I could hear footsteps overhead. Metallica. That, I could live with.

Moments later, Katelyn and Destiny decened down the stairs, this time full dressed. Katelyn wore a tight black baby-tee with a pot leaf that read "The High Life" and really tight black leather pants. Ouch. Destiny wore a black mini-skirt and a simular shirt, only it read "Stoner 4 Lif."

"Where are you two going?" Kyle asked.

"We're gonna get fucked up then come back and kill you." Katelyn growled.

"Or fuck you, which ever comes first." Destiny added, and they walked out the door.

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