I sat at the window seat in the Starbucks around the corner from my school, slurping on a caramel cream frappacino and doing my homework while sitting opposite my best friend Hayley. We were kinda stuck here for a while, since my brother John was running late today doing whatever it was her to do today, and couldn't pick us up at school at 4pm. Not that we were complaining, though. Us basic white girls gotta get our fix somehow.

"Are you free this weekend, Hayls?" I asked, chewing the top of my pen and looking at my textbook. I was prepped to throw my copy of Romeo & Juliet out the window.

"Since when are you paying for my company?" She shot back, and I gazed up to look her in the eye and show her that I wasn't amused. She took the hint. "I'm kidding, Teagan, relax yourself. I might be, why?"

"Doesn't matter, your sarcasm put me off." I frowned and put my focus back into my homework. I heard Hayley scoff.

"That's so mean, like I was just kidding, man." She gave my leg a nudge under the table but I pretended not to notice.

"Hmm, tough luck. Now leave me alone."

"You're the one who started the conversation, but whatever. You've been in a shitty mood all day though, like damn, who pissed in your cereal?"

"Nobody. Now ssh." I knew it was rattling her cage vaguely, but I didn't care.

"Fine, whatever. Suit yourself, kid." She took a long, long sip of her coffee and went back to her phone, since her sophomore class has two free periods at the end of each day and she gets her homework done. There was 2 grades between us, even though she was only 8 months older.

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We continued at this cycle for about another half hour in which it took to finish my homework (mostly) and had gotten bored. It was at around this point that my eldest (aforementioned) brother John strolls in, grabs himself a chair and joins us. He looked...different.

"Holy shit, Johno, your hair!" I said, choking on my drink a little bit. His hair was pretty long this morning when he dropped me to school, but now it, like, wasn't. It was really short like it was in 2012.

"First off, don't swear. Secondly, sorry I'm so late, got stuck at the car dealership and thirdly, yes, I got a haircut." He answered, spinning round to look at the drinks menu but shaking his head and turning back around.

"I like it, it looks fluffy. Wait, did you get a new car?" Talk about going from one extreme to the other.

"Thanks. And yeah, I did. White Range Rover. Felt spontaneous." Spontaneous didn't even describe it.

"Nice hair, man. Totally digging it." Hayley chimed in, briefly looking up from her phone to get a look at John's hair, then resuming what she was doing.

"Thanks, Hayley. So, are you guys actually done here or should we just keep chit-chatting till the sun goes down?" Sarcastic, much? The older he gets, the more sarcasm he uses.

"I don't know, thinking of going for a second round of this. How about you, Hayley?" I wasn't really. I never think.

"Mhm." She muttered, and hadn't heard what I'd actually said. I could've said I was dropping out of school to become a stripper and she wouldnt've listened. Typical.

"In other words, no. Right then, ladies, lets shift. You guys have been here so long, they might start charging you rent." Oh wow, he's so funny. Really. He just gets more like some sort of baseball-dad-at-a-barbecue every day. It's got me worried.

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So I'll admit that the new car is pretty fucking cool. It's so high up (last car was a BMW that was low) and the seats are so comfy and don't even start me on the radio. It's so cool and has good speakers and I'm a witness to this because the whole ride home was spent blasting My Own Worst Enemy by Lit and testing the said speakers out. Even Hayley didn't seem to wanna depart and head into her house. It's a cool car.

We arrived home ourselves about five minutes later, and I was greeted at the front door by Ruby, doing her utmost best to be in the way. Ruby's John's dog, by the way though technically it's Pat's brother Tim's, but John claimed her as his own. Just incase you thought Ruby was a human. She's not. She doesn't like me very much, though I couldn't blame her. I don't like me either.

I'd lie and say we had the most eventful evening ever, but we didn't. Dinner was delayed because Kennedy (The Maine's rhythm guitarist, Hayley's cousin who also lives with us) was visiting his mom but he brought pizza so that was cool. I finished my English lit and nearly "accidentally" set my copy of Romeo & Juliet on fire via the candle lighter in the living room, and I claimed the tv as mine for about 2 hours and watched some episodes of Cake Boss before I was told to shift.

John and Kennedy began watching The Conjuring after my Cake Boss marathon was over, and I hung around to watch about a half hour of it. Big mistake. It was some terrifyingly creepy shit, and the only reason I hung around so long was because I was lowkey afraid to head upstairs on my own. I'm guessing that John sensed this (it was obvious, I'd chewed my nails down to the bone), as he said "there's nothing up there, Teagan. Go to bed, it's late." and I got the hint to get lost.

Needless to say, however, it took me ages to fall asleep and I was afraid to sleep in the dark and so had to leave my lamp on. Don't watch that movie. Don't.

Notes

[idk where the first version of this chapter went but fuck it, was shitty anyways].

I'm so happy I chose to rewrite this fanfic tbh even though I lost my subs n votes.

comment/vote/sub pls and thank you!