This is not my Heart (The Academy is...) 05

I walked in the house, carrying three grocery bags in my arms.

“Hey guys, I brought food…”

No answer.

“Anyone home??” No answer. I went to put the groceries in the kitchen when I saw what was going on in the backyard through the kitchen window.

The sprinklers were on and the Butcher was ‘singing in the rain’ with Hailey. The others were filming it.

I laughed. Ah yes, Hailey the 13 year old who acts and looks like a 9 year old genius.

When I finished unpacking the groceries, I went outside.

“Hey,” I said. They muttered their hello’s back. I took off my sweatshirt and shoes and ran into the grass. I took both Hailey’s and the Butcher’s hands and we danced around in a circle, with Hailey attempting to sing ‘Come Clean’ by Hilary Duff. Man, that song sucks.

After we got bored of that, I went inside the house and brought out a CD player. I hit the button and soon ‘Bestfriends’ by Toybox was blaring through the speakers.

Hailey, the Butcher and I were dancing like lunatics. I went up and dragged Carden into this whole mess as well. Sisky was laughing his (ass) off and Michael was trying to keep the camera still.

The four of us danced around, Hailey and I attempting to show the Butcher and Carden the ‘official’ dance moves that Hailey made up for Bestfriends.

Yeah, we have no lives.

When the song was over, Beckett was trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but Sisky couldn’t contain his laughter.

“What’s so funny Sisky?” I asked.

“You’re…so…stupid!” he said between his desperate efforts to breathe normally.

“Oh yeah?” I shoved him backwards. And down he went. Into the pool.

Beckett couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Hell, I was laughing as Sisky tried to grab my leg to pull me in. I pulled off my already wet skull t-shirt and jumped into the pool.

“YEAH!” I screamed when I reached the surface.

“SKA DANCE!” I turned. Jake was standing on the other side of the fence of my backyard, smiling. He jumped the fence to join us.

“What the hell man? Why are these guys all here? Why are you all soaking wet? Am I dreaming?” he asked me.

I grabbed the bucket sitting by the pool.
I filled it with water and dumped it on both Michael andBeckett. You should have seen it coming.

“Now we’re all soaking wet. They’re here because their bus broke down and I didn’t want them to be fried-TAI when I woke up this morning. And this is proof that you’re not dreaming.” I said, I splashed him.

Sisky and I got out of the pool and we all changed our clothes.

Ah yes, a black shirt with a crapload of music notes on it and a guitar outline and my favorite jeans. Hailey came up to my room now in a different yellow sundress. This one didn’t have the lace stuff at the bottom.

I gave the guys breakfast and had a muffin myself.

-muffin!!!-

“So what are we supposed to do? The repair guy won’t be here till tomorrow night at the earliest.” Beckett said.

“We could call theguys and go out to do something stupid.” Hailey said.

“The guys?” Michael asked.

“The other kids we were hanging out with yesterday.” I stated.

“Oh, cool.”

“Now, what stupid things should we do?” Jake asked.

“We could jump off my roof again!” Hailey cried.

Her roof has a balcony on it, so you can jump off the balcony right onto the trampoline, straight into my pool. It’s pretty (f*ckin) sweet.

“Nah, we did that last week.” I said.

“See how high a bowling ball bounces?”
“Done it.”

“Spin around in a chair 100 times to see what happens?”
“Did it.”
“Go make James look stupid?”
“James makes himself look stupid enough.”
“Go pretend to be homeless.”
“Done it.”

“Chased the squirrels?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“Go to see a movie?”
“Against my religion.” (Not really, I just don’t really like to go see movies - it’s extremely anti-social)
“Go shopping?”
“Hate it.”
“GOD YOU F*CKIN SUCK AT LIFE!!” Hailey screamed at me.

“Oh my god, is she from South Park or something?” the Butcher asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean??”
“Well, you’re about 8 or 9...right?” he asked her.

“Dude, I’m almost 14.” The Butcher’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“No way.”
“Yeah, we know she looks like I nine year old, big deal.” Jake said.

At first, everyone was trying to get my to agree to play Truth or Dare, which I personally think is the dumbest thing ever thought of. Somebody always says, ‘Go kiss/make out/flirt with/f*ck with so-and-so’ which is total bullsh*t.

But they did con me into playing 20 questions. It’s not nearly as bad as Truth or Dare, but I still don’t like it.
So we sat around my living room, deciding the rules. Everyone got 20 questions, only 20 questions. They could waste them on anyone, but if they ask me one question and Hailey a second question, that means 20-2=18. YAY!
~Ends here~

God. I f*ckin hate life. It’s 3:30 where I am - god, why won’t you freakin let me go to sleep???

Also, for future refrence, Arianna ALWAYS wears here hair up. Usually in a ponytail, and if it’s something, I’ll be sure to state it. Another thing. She also has blue eyes, but wears brown-color-contacts. (You’ll understand later)
Thanks for (not) reading.