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I tossed and turned all night with horrible cramps. Lia who can sleep through anything finally got up out of my bed in disgust and went and slept on the couch. I took like six Advil and finally fell asleep. I woke up Thursday morning feeling much better. I showered and dressed and was feeling pretty good until I went in the living room and saw Lia sprawled out on the couch fast asleep with the TV on. I shut it off and shook her until she woke up.

"Jesus Christ Lia. Don't think you're gonna fucking sleep here all day." I tell her as she sat up stretching her arms out giving me a nasty look.

"Well, what would you like me to do Elle?" She grumbled reaching for her cigarettes.

"I don't know! I mean you're gonna have to do something." I tell her a little roughly. "What's going on with your GED thing, are your tutors still coming or what?" I ask her.

She shakes her head no. "No. They said I can um, take the test in a two weeks, after my birthday." She says holding out the cigarette box for me. I take one from her and light it.

"Then you should be studying." I tell her and she rolls her eyes. "Well, what exactly are you gonna do with your life Lia?" I ask her making a face.

"Aw, you're worse than my fucking mother Elle." She moans standing up.

"I'm serious Lia." I tell her as we walk into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and pulls out the apple juice and drinks right out of the container and puts it back. Un fucking believable.

"I don't know, what I'm gonna do.." She's grumbling a little to herself. I pull out a black marker from the drawer and get the juice back out of the fridge. I put a big black 'L' on the side in marker. "what the hell are you doing?" She laughs at me.

"I'm marking this- 'Lias'." I tell her frowning a little.

"Lighten up Elle.- I don't have cooties!" She laughs.

"Bacteria." I correct her. "And you do." I say.

"We share things all the time!" She shrieks at me.

"And I've told you a hundred times Lia.- If we eat it at the same time. I don't care. But when you put it back in the fridge the bacteria multiplies. I told you I cant drink it if you put it back in the fridge after drinking from it- I've told you this-like a zillion times." I say putting the apple juice back and slamming the fridge door.

"You're a fucking nut job!" She laughs. I just sigh and don't answer her. I reach over and open the drawer to put the marker back. "Wait." She calls out. "You better um, mark the milk too then." She says laughing a little.

"LIA!" I cry out shaking my fist at her a little.

"This isn't going to work out." She says smiling a little as I mark the milk carton.

"Huh?" I say looking over my shoulder.

"I know you'll never ask me to leave either." She sighs a little sitting at the table.

"What?" I say a little confused.

"I know you don't want me here." She says putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Lia no, I just." I shrug a little. "I'm just use to being alone." I tell her.

"That's all right. I'm gonna find somewhere else to go today." She sighs a little.

"Lia I am not telling you to leave." I say firmly.

"No I understand, but you're right. I gotta do something with my life." She says standing up. I think she really meant it. 'I mean I just realized I cant count on my parents." She says. "I gotta do this myself." She says firmly.

"Aw Li. I'm real proud of you.- You're finally acting your age." I tell her smiling a little at her.

"Well. I am gonna be 18 in two weeks., Not even its less than that!" She says loudly. "I'm taking control of my life damn it." She yells a little standing up on the kitchen chair. Now she's getting carried away. "I will not be afraid anymore!" She declares waving her hands in the air.

"Calm the fuck down." I tell her. She's making a scene. She's so fucking dramatic I swear.

She jumps off the chair. "I just feel so alive!" She squeals. "I mean I never felt this way before Elle!" She laughs a little.

"I can do anything I want and my parents can't tell me shit!" She says smiling widely. "Is this how you always feel?" She says grabbing my good arm tightly.

"Holy shit Lia, what the fuck are you on?" I say trying to look at her eyes. They looked pretty normal...

"Life Elle!" She laughs. "I'm high on life!" She screams.

"Um... okay..." I say backing out of the kitchen slowly. "Uh are you gonna be here when I come home for lunch?" I ask hesitantly.

She shakes her head no vigorously. "I have too many things to do!" She tells me running her hands through her hair.

"Okay well be careful." I tell her as I grab my book bag and walk out. Holy shit. What the fuck is wrong with her today? I laugh to myself all the way down the block. Well, at least she's motivated... and she's right. I could never ask her to leave... But I don't know how long I could actually put up living with her either...

"Wow you look great today." Gerard tells me his eyes lighting up a little as I walk towards him. He's already got my locker open for me.

"You're spoiling me." I say kissing his cheek lightly. I ran my fingers down his neck a little and he blushes slightly. I love making him blush. His skin is so pure, it's easy. But it's only the gentlest touch that makes him blush. A light kiss. A whisper of love...

"So I guess you slept okay with out me?" He says teasing me a little as I pull my books out.

"Actually yeah. It was great." I say smiling at him. "I didn't even notice you weren't there." I laugh.

"Yeah I bet Lia was all curled up on you." He says looking over my shoulder at someone down the hall.

"No actually she wasn't." I say and he looks at me like he doesn't believe me. "I mean she was at first, but then I kept tossing and turning so she left." I say and he frowns a little.

"So you didn't sleep well." He says looking down at me.

"No I did." I laugh. "After she left at least." I say and he smiles and then looks over my shoulder again. I look over and don't notice anyone unusual.

"Who do you keep looking at?" I say to him.

"Nobody." He says shutting my locker. "Come on. Lets go." He says taking my hand and pulling me a little. As we turn the corner I look back and see Mikey talking to a very pretty blonde girl by the doorway. I've never seen her before. At least I don't think I have...

"Your class is that way." I tell him pulling back a little.

"Well yours is this way." He laughs. Oh fuck. He wanted to walk me to class... to my home ec class... my home ec class with Paul. "What's the matter?" He says noticing my expression.

"Your gonna find this so funny!" I say and he frowns. "You'll never guess who's in my home ec class." I say biting my lip a little.

"Don't tell me." He says shaking his head a little. He knew it was Paul.., It had to be Paul... It was always Paul...

"Yeah. Its no big deal though." I say looking down a little. He runs his hands through his hair a little as the warning bell rang. "Go head." I say pushing him towards his class a little. "I don't want you to be late." I say blowing him a kiss as I walk away.

I duck into the home ec room just as the bell rings. I sit at an empty table. Paul gets up from across the room and sits next to me.

"You look." He just stared at me with his mouth open a little.

"I look like what?" I say a little nervously.

"You look really good." He says smiling a little. I roll my eyes. He's still staring at my eyes. "Your eyes are so...wow.." His voice trailed off a little. So what? Clear? They're usually a little bloodshot. Mostly cause I'm usually fucked up. But today I wasn't...not even a little...Hmmm, Yesterday I didn't do anything either... Fuck I've been sober two whole days now...

"Leave me alone Paul." I say looking away.

"Come on Elle." He says sliding his chair closer to mine.

"Why the hell are you sitting next to me anyway?" I say sliding my chair over a little.

"Cause we're partners." He says laughing a little.

"Oh hell no. I'm asking to switch." I say raising my hand. Mrs. Grady had her back to us.

"What the fuck is this?" He says roughly grabbing the metal brace on my arm I was holding up.

"Its an arm brace." I say plainly pulling my arm away.

"No shit Elle." He scoffs a little. "She ain't gonna let you switch." He whispers as Mrs. Grady starts talking about I don't even know what. The class rules and lesson plans and shit like that. She says this class is going to prepare us for living on our own. I tried not to laugh. Yeah learning how to make a fucking apple pie is gonna get you far. But that's what we're doing... Today we're going to prepare the ingredients and assemble the pie. Tomorrow we'll bake it! Oh some one kill me now...

I asked Mrs. Grady if I could switch partners. She said no. I even tried to explain that me, Paul and kitchen knives in an enclosed space wont end well. She told me to try to be more mature... Fucking bitch...

I walked back over to Paul. He was smirking at me. "Told you so." He tells me and I flip him off.

"Lets get this over with." I sigh looking over the recipe card.

"Well what do we need?" He says staring at me again.

"I swear you better stop looking at me like that." I tell him roughly.

"Just read the card love." He says and I frown.

"It says we need two libs of apples." I read.

"What?" He makes a face.

"apples." I repeat.

"How much?" He says looking over my shoulder.

"Two libs." I say pointing at it.

"Two pounds!" he laughs. I wrinkle my eyebrows a little. "L.B.S" He reads "That means pounds Elle." He smiles.

"What?" I say a little confused.

"Its not fucking libs!" he laughs. "That's not even a word baby!-God damn it Elle. You're lucky you've got such a nice rack or you'd be-" He says shaking his head laughing a little.

I smack his arm. "Go to hell Paul." I tell him.

"Come on." He says giving me that smile that use to make me melt. Now it just reminds me of how much I love Gerard... I must've smiled a little thinking of him cause Paul said something like that's better or some shit...

We managed to make something that looked like a pie but who knows of its edible...As the bell rang Paul followed me out.

"So what time should I pick you up next week?" He says and I look around. He's not talking to me is he? Holy shit he is!

"For what?" I say confused.

"The dance." He laughs a little.

"You think we're going to a dance together?" I scoff. I mean I know way back when- when school first started and we were together I agreed to go to the winter formal with him but fuck is he crazy? Does he think I'm still going with him? Or going at all for that matter...

"You fucking just told Heather we were." He says shaking his head at me.

"No I didn't!" I exclaim. He nods. Shit... That day in study Heather was babbling all sorts of shit. I just nodded along... I sighed a little. "Paul I..." I started to say as he turned and jogged up the hall.

"We'll talk about it later babe." He calls out trying to catch up with Jeff halfway down the hall. Fuck...

The home ec room was closer to the cafeteria than the computer lab was so I beat Gerard to study hall. Heather was already there, sitting up front with her compact out. Examining her face in the two-inch mirror. I never understood why anyone would carry a compact around. You can't see shit in it. I mean I carry one around but that's only to sniff coke off of, not cause I'm a fucking prima donna bitch like-

"Heather." I say and she looks up.

"Elle." She smiles shutting her compact.

"Did you tell Paul I was going to the dance with him?" I say sitting next to her. She smiles and nods.

I shake my head no. "No?" She says a little confused. "You're not?"

"No. I'm not." I say firmly. "I mean I don't even know if I'm going-"

"You HAVVVE to go!" she interrupts me. I frown a little. "Come on Elle." She smiles. "Even if it's not with Paul. You have to go." She tells me. "Its our last dance." She sighs.

"What about prom?" I laugh.

"well it's our last winter dance Elle." She tells me and I shrug.

"Gerard's not really a formal dance kinda guy." I tell her.

She leans over and whispers at me. "You're not with him are you." She says like she didn't want to embarrass me.

"Yeah actually I am." I say loudly.

"Oh...its just..." She looks around and then leans in again. "he's kinda freaky isn't he." She whispers. I smile.

"Freaky?" I whisper back a little louder. "You have no idea." I tell her smiling a little. I saw Heathers eyes light up.

"Like how?" she says a little excitedly. She's such a fucking gossip whore. Especially for smutty gossip...

"Like the most unbelievable kind." I tell her fanning myself a little.

"Really?" she says a little shocked.

"Oh yeah." I tell her and she leans closer. "He does things I never thought was physically possible." I say and Heather licks her lips thinking about it.

"I never thought that-" She paused for a moment. I nod. "I mean I usually avoid guys that look like that..." she said tapping her nails on the table.

"You should give it a try Heather." I say as Gerard walks up to us. Heather leans back and looks at him. Blushing a little. I stood up smugly.

"Heather." He says plainly to her.

"Gerard." She says dragging his name out a little as she looked him over smiling a bit... He made a face at her. She was obviously checking him out.

I grabbed his arm in mine tightly and glared at her.

"Hey!" I snap.

"What?" She says innocently with out taking her eyes off Gerard's belt buckle.


"Get your own!"