Story: [8] Handcuffed To My Forever Enemy [8] FIXED

"Shut up!" Jane yelled even though I was right beside her.

We were yelling for really no other reason than our pride was hurt and we willingly walked into a trap put together by a man that we both least expected it from.

We got to my truck and Jane climbed into my driver’s seat crawling into the passenger seat- obviously not wanting to take the chance of our arms being ripped from their sockets.

"Where do you live?" I spit out still mad about the situation.

"2343 Hilard Drive dumb face." She snapped back slouching in her seat and glaring out the window.

When we got there I had already exhausted my extensive knowledge of third grade level name calling.

Her house was just how I remembered it, two story with a white picket fence- lush green yard and blue shutters with a matching blue door.

Jane glanced around almost cautiously.

"Okay, lets go." I was shocked- all the names she had just called me- all the angry she was- had just melted away instantly and was replaced with caution and a wavering almost fear sound to her rough voice.

I just huffed and rolled my eyes. Jane Aud was the stupidest, jerkiest, moodiest girl I had ever known.

We got out and got to the front door. She paused and turned around and then turned back to the door.

"Just-" She turned back to me. "Just- know that my parents are not the happiest couple or nicest parents. So if they are here- just don’t... say anything."

I nodded hesitantly. What? She was all worried because she thought I'd see them fighting with each other?

"Okay." Jane sighed taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

She clutched my arm and dragged me through three different rooms up the stairs and into her messy room.

"Ew." I stated scrunching my nose at the mess- it wasn’t that bad but hey- what the hell.
"Shut up." Jane glared back shutting the door softly.

Her walls were suffocated in posters of all kinds from pirates of the Caribbean to the care bears- a lot of star wars, punk bands, spider man, wolverine, color book pictures- I could not see any of the wall beneath.

On her floor- clothes, broken skate boards, parts to a computer, stuffed animals, and note books were scattered everywhere.

She pulled a bright green back pack out of her closet and started packing it with clothes.

I pulled a book off the floor. Civil Disobedience.

"Who’s Henry David Thoreau?" I asked looking at a man who resembled President Lincoln.

"A transcendentalist." She looked back. "Only the god to the true punks world."

I nodded not really understanding and not even really caring.

"You've never read anything by Thoreau?" She asked in a conversational tone still stuffing her bag.

"Nope." I replied- one of her stuffed animals twitched.

"You should, he's got brilliant ideas."

I just nodded watching her.

"Erm- do your parents mind if I stay there?" She asked picking up a random sock.

"My parents are never home- so they won’t even know." I shrugged.

She zipped her bag and looked around the floor.

"This is Deebo." Jane smiled at her sleeping cat. She stroked its tummy and it lazily opened its eyes- which were as shockingly blue as its owners.

"I found him when he was smaller than the palm of my hand by Wal-mart." Jane explained looking at the cat lovingly.

The cat named Deebo closed his eyes and stretched out in her hands.

"So you named it Deebo?" I demanded as she kissed its nose.

"Not it, stupid. Him. And yes, what’s wrong with Deebo?"

"What kind of a name is Deebo?" I demanded crossing my arms- I watched as the cat drooled a little.

Cats can drool?

It was laziest cat I had ever seen.

"What kind of a name is Derek?" Jane retorted getting offended.

"Look at him, he's drooling. Jane you spoiled your cat- he can’t even move without you helping him." I shot back grinning at the site of the cat who was outstretched tummy up in her arms, with his mouth and eyes half open.

"He's only two- jerk he doesn’t know any better."

I just shook my head as she put him in another bag with a laptop and pop rocks. He poked his head out and looked at me as if I were as interesting as the door frame.

"Are we going to go or not?" Jane huffed petting her cat one last time and ripping the door open and stomping out, remembering the pain in my arm from earlier I had no choice to follow my forever enemy.

“So Jane, are you going to be bitchy the rest of the time we are handcuffed together or is your mood going to fluctuate like its been doing lately.” Derek asked trying to get on her nerves as we made our way to my truck.

“Wow Derek, how nice of you to notice. I didn’t realize you cared that much.”

“I don’t!” Derek almost yelled watching as the stupid girl climbed in his truck. He just noticed her mood swings that didn’t mean anything. She was just being stupid.
"Gawd, dont get all huffy. You're such an emotional girly man." Jane retorted sliding into her seat.
"Jane, I dont think you realize how much I hate you." I stated rolling my eyes.
"Couldn't be more than I hate you."
"Could too!"
"Could not!"
"Could too!"
"Could not!"
"Could too!"
"Could not!"
"Yea huh!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Yea huh!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Yea huh!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Just shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"Make me!"
"Your so dumb!"
"Your so stupid!"
"Wow, witty rhetorick!"
"Shut up!"
"Your dumb and you dress like a clone!"
"You dress like a stupid punk!"
"Gawd, just shut up your so stupid!"