The Bad Bae Stole My Bra
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May 4, 2015 at 10:15 am #198267
Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie.
You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that’s when you see it.
Your new neighbour, clambering
halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE BRA.
What do you do?
Well, you scream obviously.
Why, you get revenge of course.
3+May 4, 2015 at 10:38 am #198311
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Can’t wait. sounds interesting already.0May 4, 2015 at 11:22 am #198336
Chapter 1|| What the actual Fudge?
“Mario wins again!”
I watch through narrowed eyes as my eight year old
brother catapults around the room in victory, lifting his
shirt over his head to reveal his pale torso. What is it with
boys and showing their chest when they win something?
Is it some warped form of dominance display, originated
from our monkey ancestors? I snort unattractively at the
thought, before rolling my eyes at my loopy brother. My
hands dart out to trap his waist in my grasp, and I pull
him to my lap to tickle him. “You wish, little brother,” I
tease him playfully; “We all know I kicked your a-s on the
Jack squirms hastily to free himself from my torturous
hold, shooting me a look as he does so. I smile smugly
in return: Yoshi always wins and he knows it.
“Riley, come down here please!” Mom shouts from
downstairs, releasing a small sigh from me. Reluctantly, I
swing my legs from my comfy spot in the bean bag and
follow my brother downstairs, knowing full well that by
the time my aching legs have gotten back up here, he will
have stolen my place. Ugh, sibling rivalry. As soon as
I’ve entered the kitchen, I’m hit with the heart-warmingly
familiar aroma that is mom’s cooking. She’s always loved
to bake and I’ve always loved caffeine, therefore totalling
in a kitchen that constantly smells like the interior of a
Starbucks store. Not that I’m complaining, honestly.
I turn to mom herself, who’s icing a batch of white
chocolate cupcakes at the moment. She glances up as I
head over, offering me a sugar-dusted smile. In one fluid
movement, she leans back and dusts her palms on her
apron. “Hey sweetie. Come and have a look at this!” She
leads me over to the window, pulling back the plaid
curtains ever so slightly- just enough for me to peek
through. Throwing her a confused glance, I put my head
in the gap and look out. What I see surprises me greatly.
We have new neighbours.
Parked next door, in the house that has been empty for
five years, is a large green moving truck. Its enormous
frame completely shadows that of the small red car
beside it, and I find my curiosity seeps into my gaze as I
watch the people exiting the car. A woman steps out first,
balancing a small girl on her hip. Her hair is scraped back
into a clasp and her features are delicate and feminine. My
small glance sideways confirms that mom is already
interested- she’s always wanted a friend that lives locally.
The girl the woman carries appears around four, with the
cutest baby face I’ve ever laid eyes on and two brunette
bunches either side of her head. Adorable.
I’m not sure who I was expecting next, but it definitely
wasn’t the alluring, moody boy that I see now. He looks
around my age, and from what I can see of his ebony
hair and angled jaw, he’s hot. No doubt the population of
the student body will completely swarm this one. My
eyes instantly lock onto him as he threads his fingers
through his hair, but suddenly his gaze snaps to mine
and I freeze. After a second of hesitation, I jerk away
from the window as though it’s on fire and I can sense
my cheeks burning already. He must think I’m such a
creep. Surprisingly, by the time I’ve recovered courage
enough to peek through again, he doesn’t look affected in
the slightest- bored, almost.
3+May 4, 2015 at 11:24 am #198339
Suddenly realising that I probably look incredibly strange,
creeping on the neighbours with only my head in view, I
withdraw from the curtains and pull them closed swiftly,
turning on my heel to face a now grinning mother. She
wiggles her eyebrows at me, dancing forward to trap
my waist in her hands and press a small kiss against my
forehead. “What do you think eh? New neighbours for
the first time in years…”
I smile half-heartedly, heading over to the fridge. “I
wonder why they moved here. I mean, Lindale isn’t
exactly the most famous hotspot in Oregon.” I frown
confusedly as my eyes scour the shelves, but I’m left
disappointed. “No orange juice,” I murmur. My nose
wrinkles as I peer at the remnants of our fridge: basically
consisting of wafer ham, flavoured water and an old
piece of lettuce. Fun, right?
Mom shrugs in reply, slapping my hand away as I reach
for a cupcake without even looking up. She knows me
way too well. “We need to go shopping mama,” I groan
loudly, “There’s no food in this house.” What? Obviously
healthy stuff doesn’t count as food. She sticks her tongue
out mockingly at me, and I’m momentarily stunned by
how alike we are. The truth is, mom and I are similar in
more ways than one. Along with our almost matching
appearance- auburn curls and the palest of the pale skin,
we’re both sarcastic and jokey, with an abnormally weird
side. Thus the musical marathons we have on Sunday
“I’m going upstairs to do some studying,” I slam the
fridge door shut and grab a lollipop from my sweetie jar.
Just as I’m thinking about what homework I have, my
phone vibrates in my pocket. An amused smile curves
my lips as a particularly horrific picture of Violet pops
onto the screen. “Hey Vi,” I hum as I pick up the line,
“How’s the blind date going?” I stuff a cola lolly into my
mouth as I jog up the stairs, eager to hear her reply. No
doubt it will be entertaining; Violet never uses her phone
unless it’s urgent.
“Horrible!” She hushes, “I’m in the girls bathrooms at the
moment, hiding. Stupid period had to come today,
when I’m wearing white trousers. Plus, he has the table
manners of a complete pig! He spilt water down me for
I snort quietly in attempt to rein in my laughter, “Okay,” I
bite back my smile, “Dry yourself off a bit, first. You’re
wearing your cardigan aren’t you? Well, tie it around
your waist to cover the trouser stains and tell him you
have tummy ache. Works every time.”
“Thank you!” She squeals gratefully, “Okay, I’ve got to go
back out now or it’ll be rude. Do you think he’ll believe the
tummy ache story?”
“Trust me, even the grossest of men understand what
you want if you say you have a tummy ache.” I roll my
eyes at her panicky state, “Are you okay now then? I
have studying to do and you, my friend, need to get
your a-s back on that date.”
“Yeah, okay. Chill your t--s woman, I’m going.”
“Bye, Violet,” My voice is amused, and I’m unable to
restrain the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I
wouldn’t say that Violet and I are polar opposites, but we
are definitely very different. Although we’re both Class B/
C nerds, I tend to be a little bit more resigned around
people than what she is. Whilst I usually stay quiet
around strangers, she’s the slightly gabby, funny one out
of us two. I remember when she dyed her hair purple in
sophomore year, and slapped a jock for calling her a
witch. She really doesn’t give a d--n, and I guess that’s
what I respect about her.
6+May 4, 2015 at 12:08 pm #198378
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Khola I’m the first lady here even before you. lols….. *feels good to be first* sorry I didn’t invite anybody.2+
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