To Busy Hating the World(Part two).:-Real Life-:.

"Please put your boxes away Zoe."Dad yelled up to me.
"That goes for you too Adam."
"Okay."we yelled in unison.I was in Adam's room.Sitting on the edge of his stripped bed.Adam,meanwhile was moving round the room slowly,a bottle of red spray paint in one hand,a bottle of black in the other.We were both in our paint clothing.In the 5 different houses we've lived in over the years,we've made our rooms our own.Adam and I vowed this time we'd make them as crazy as possible.He shook the black can and glanced over his shoulder to give me a look.(BTW Adam's room is one with slanted walls.Kinda like an attic)
"What do you think?Heartagram here and Chiodos lyrics over there?"he streched his lengthy limbs to show me what he was talking about.I scrunched up my nose and cocked my head to one side."I don't know Adam.That's kinda..emo?Why don't you right a bunch of band names instead of lyrics?"he shrugged and threw me the can of red.He pulled the pencil from behind his ear to draw stuff onto the wall.I shook the red can violently before laying back to look at the ceiling."What if you put a dart board on the ceiling in black with red dots everywhere."
"And you thought the lyrics were emo."I scoffed and sat back up.
"You got a better idea?"
"Yeah.That spot's reserved for Tracy."I began to laugh.
"You mean the girl with the corvet?"he nodded.I sighed.
"I still can't believe you named your posters."
"Hey.They're very special to me."I began to laugh at this.
"Still.Even Damon doesn't do that."he looked at me doubtingly.
"That you know of.What would that little kid know about real women any ways?"
"Oh my God Adam.He's 9 months younger then you!That's not even a year!"
"Still.He's a junior.Not a supreme Senior."he did the pose,you know the one where they ball their hands into fist and rest them on their waist.Trying to look all heroic?I snickered and through a book from one of the boxes that suronded his bed at him.
"Hey."he yelled,ducking out of the way.He jumped and leaped over the boxes to reach me.He looked hilarious as he tried to get his long legs to go where he wanted,I couldn't help but laugh.
"You think that's funny?"I nodded,still laughing.He pulled the cap of the bottle and sprayed my hair.
"ADAM!That'll take days to get out!"I felt my hair with one hand,still holding the can of red paint in the other.I glared at him and pulled the cap off to spray him in the arm.He smiled and jumped on top of me and began to tickle me furiously."Adam!I can't breathe.Get.Get off!"I squirmed trying to get away but Adam was stronger and weighed more."DAD!make Adam cut it out"I stumbled over the words while I screamed,hoping for back up.
"Adam.Whatever it is your doing stop!"he yelled from downstairs.Adam groaned and got up.
"I'll get you next time.When you least expect it.Little girl."he had this face and spoke with an asian accent it was so funny.I doubled over and began to laugh so hard I almost cried.Adam chuckled and got up off the bed,taking both open cans of paint with him."I don't trust you with these."he held them out for me to see.
"What I do?You started it!"
"Au contrair(Sp?I don't tak french.)You started it by laughing at me."he pointed the bottle at me as a finger.
"You're to blame for this."he motioned to his red arm.I just pointed to my head.
"What about my war wound?"he shrugged it off.
"I still blame you,Zo-bo,"I rolled my eyes.
"Just give me the left over cans when your done."I got up and started for the door."I'll see you later.I have to unpack."
"Kay.Later."I grabbed the door handle and shut the door behind me."Loser."I muttered and walked to my room across the hall.The room was piled high with boxes andthe walls were bare.I sighed and pulled my pencil out of my back pocket.I just started to draw.After about a half hour Adam peeked his head around the door."Zoe?You ready for the paint?"I put my pencil down and turned to him.
"Not yet.Give me another half hour."he shrugged and shut the door again.I rummeged through one of the boxes of my art supplies and pulled out a black sharpie.I traced over all the pencil lines with the sharpie.I finished the walls and went back to Adam's room."Hey.Can I have the pain-wow."he had completly ignored what we had talked about earlier and drawn X after X in alternating colors.He had written his name on wall of the slanting walls in one of those spiky bubbles in grafitii."Wow.Just.What the hell did you do?"he shone brightly.
"I did whatever I felt like doing."I shook my head and grabbed the left over cans.I headed back to my room,not saying a word.In my room,one wall was going to be covered in grafitii,I'd need Adam for that.One had a bunch of elegant designs,one had Lyrics written from top to bottom in sharpie.The last one I left for last.I needed something else for that."Adam?can you come here?"I yelled,once the artistic wall was finished.He popped in almost immeaditly.
"Yes?"
"I want to put grafitii all over this wall,but I need your help."He smiled and took one of the cans."Sure sis.Your wish is my command."I punched him in the arm and let him work.

Not that good...i know
6 MONTHS BEFORE
I swagered through the automatic doors of Walmart,my smock under my arm.I looked both ways.ClearI took a detour to the back of the store.
"Your late."I froze in place and turned to face Peter,the manager.
"My car wouldn't start."I stated matter of factly.
"Alexander.If this happens again,I'll be forced to fire you."I sighed and turned around.I hated Peter with a passion.He slicked his greasy black hair back and his face was always red.He spoke in this nasily,girlish voice that made me want to laugh at him.He was short too.About 5'4.Not exactly the most feirce guy around.I pushed through the door to the back room and clocked in before slipping te smock over my head and grabbing the mop.I didn't do much around here,but it paid for gas.I rolled the cart out into the store.
"Clean up in camping"Peter's voice came over the intercom not two seconds after the door slammed behind me.I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.I walked slowly to the section of the store and just my luck,some kid had puked all over the floor and was standing there.Cying.I groaned and pulled the mop from the bucket and began to clean it up,trying to block the kids screams out of my head.
"James?"a guy that looked about my age skidded around the corner and ran to the crying kid.
"Shhh.It's okay.I'm right here."I stared at him as he bounced the boy on his hip and ruffled his brown hair.The guy was tall,taller then me at 6'2.His hair was black and hung into his face.The kid calmed down and started to fall asleep on his shoulder,so the guy turned to me.I didn't stop the mop.
"You go to Jefferson.Right?"
"Yeah."I wrung out the mop and began the circle movements again.
"Mr.Mckenzie's AP Lang class?"I nodded.
"I sit right behind you.Ross?Ross King."I stopped to think.I vaugley remembered him.
"Sure."he laughed.I went back to mopping.
"Sorry bout that.I turn my back for one minute,and he makes a mess."
"What is he,your brother?"
"Nah.He's my son."
"How old are you?"
"17.Junior."
"Oh."
"Yeah.I got a girl pregnant sophmore year.I was 16,she was 15.She wanted an abortion but I wouldn't let her kill my kid."he ruffled the boy's hair again.
"So I took him after she gave birth and she switched schools so she didn't have to see me or him."I nodded again.
"Right."
"Hey.What are you doing all summer,working?"
"Pretty much."
"Hey,I was planning on going to a concert up in DC tonight.I've got some friends who hooked me up with 2 tickets,but I'm kinda girless and I can't exactly bring James."he cracked a smile.
"Who's playing?"
"Uhhh some local bands I think.supposedly they're the best High School bands in Maryland,Virginia and DC."
"Cool.I'm in.What time?"
"You wanna meet me outside the school at 8.The concert starts at 9,but I wanna get there early and crap."
"Yeah.Sure.Sounds great,"he smiled and pointed to the kid asleep on his shoulder.
"I'd better get him home.I'll see you at 8."He turned and hurried from the store.I shook my head and pushed the mop cart out of the aisle.

Ross
Hope you liked it....It's not really my best work...
Stefanie