Chapter #3The Cameron Household by: Moeyuri   "Do you really need to ask?" you jokingly ask.
"Melissa it is then..." Megan mumbles, dialing in the number. She knows how much time you spend with your best friend. Even though you were just over at her house, you were more than willing to go back. Mainly because Melissa is the greatest bestie you could ask for. Kind, sweet, cute, and completely in sink with your personality. You could spend everyday together and never get sick of it. But even though you like being with her, and think she's attractive...you aren't really interested in her romantically. It could potentially ruin your friendship, and you just can't see yourself ever going out with her.
Megan hung up the phone, looking down to you slightly annoyed.
"She says you can come over, but need a ride over" Megan says.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" you ask sweetly, gently stroking her thumb. She maintains her stare for a few seconds before sighing in defeat.
"Fine, but I'm not walking you in" she says, moving out of the house. She didn't bother changing, or even putting on shoes before hopping in her truck, keeping you in the cup holder.
"Thanks sis!" you exclaim. It seemed like you might have actually irritated your sister from interrupting her lazy day. But it's a good thing she's the greatest sister of all time and willing to drive you around. Then again, your mom probably could have driven you...but it was a little late for that now.
After a ten minute drive, Megan pulls up to Melissa's house, tires squealing to a stop. She looked a little pissed off as she threw the car into park and started unlocking the door.
"H-hey!" you pipe up. "You don't need to take me inside if you don't want to! Just...toss me towards the grass and I can go myself! They have the special doorbell here" you say. Megan sighs in annoyance as she rolls down the passenger window.
"Normally I would never toss my little sis...but I do want to get back home and sleep" she said, snatching you out of the cup holder. "Have Melissa text me when you need a ride. Otherwise I'll assume you'll be spending the night again" she says, planting a small kiss on your head. In the next second, she shot you out the window like a racecar towards the grass. You can hear the truck take off as you hit the ground hard.
If you weren't so durable, the impact would have killed you instantly. Instead, you stand up and brush the dirt off your clothes. Something else must have been going on with your sister to make her treat you so roughly and be so pissy...but you can't think of a reason. You'll probably ask when you get back home. In the meantime, you walk to the front door and ring the small doorbell that many of your neighbors have. Kelsey, Melissa's mom, installed it because you came over so often and occasionally got stuck outside.
Truth be told, even if Melissa wasn't home you'd have fun at her house. Kelsey loved you like a 3rd daughter, and let you know about it every time you saw her. She loves spoiling you and giving you attention. Which is pretty great, considering she's a complete MILF. Kelsey isn't as curvy as most women you know, but has a slender build and an absolutely gorgeous face. When you get alone time with her, you tend to be drowned in soft hugs and kisses.
But then there's your guilty pleasure...Melissa's psychopath of a little sister, Selena. On the outside, she's one of the cutest 10 year olds you've ever seen. Everyone considers her an angel because of her adorable face...but it's far from the truth. She's the cruelest person you've ever met. It has become her life's work to kill you. Cutting you with knives, sticking you in a blender...not to mention the time she fed you to Melissa. It was the first time you've ever been eaten...and was exhilarating. Most days, her attempts is more annoying than anything else. But when you're in the mood...it can be a bit exciting having her try to stomp you out of existence.
After some time, you can make out the sound of footsteps inside the house. As the door swings open, you look up into the smiling face of...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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