I watched Brittany's dazed expression as she thought. It was a normal thing for her, even if she didn't know it. She was always worrying about something. It didnt matter whether it was about life or about what wasn't clean in her house, she was always think just a little to hard for my liking. Her face always contorted with what she was thinking about, always, but this time, it just wasnt changing.
"BRITT!" I finally screamed, getting tired of watching her face do nothing. Her dark brown eye glanced up to look into my own eyes. My face was showing amusement and concern.
"What's up?" Britt gave me a weak smile, taking a sip of her beer.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Britt?" I nearly screamed, looking at her like she lost it.
"What do you mean?" She was confused to what I meant, something that happened a little more than necessary.
"Have you completely lost it?" her face showed that I had basically read her mind. Something that DID happen often.
"No...?" Was her simple response. I huffed and stamped my foot like a three year old who didn't get her way and removed my sunglasses from my eyes.
"What are you talking about, damn it? SPEAK!" She cut me off as she lost her patience.
"I've been trying to tell you for the past ten minutes that Avenged Sevenfold's manager called for you, saying the band wanted to reserve a booth in the VIP room of your nightclub tonight!" I hollered at her, keeping myself from blowing up completely. Britt raised her eyebrow in confusion, the other following a second later with her eyes the size of plates.
That's right. Not golf balls. Fucking plates.
"WHAT?!" A before I knew it, she turned around a spilt beer everywhere. I suppressed my laugh.
"Avenged Sevenfold. Wants. Booth. VIP. Your club." I broke it down for her slowly, hoping she would understand easier. I got a punch in the arm.
"Shut up, I'm not fucking stupid!" She laughed while using a defensive tone.
"You could have fooled me, babe." I smirked at her.
"Shut up." Britt mumbled back, bending to get the glass. Her OCD had finally kicked in.
"I mean dude, you should've seen your fucking face! It looked like this!" I tried to copy what the priceless expression looked like, probably failing horribly.
"Bitch." She laughed at me.
"Whore.
"Cunt."
"Carpet Muncher."
"Cock sucker."
"Ass kisser." She smirked and looked me dead in the eyes. I gasped.
"That's just fucking low. No way would I fucking stoop so low."
"For calling someone an ass kisser or being an ass kisser?" She questioned. I bit my lip in thought and shrugged.
"Both." Brittany grinned at my response, throwing away the broken glass and cleaned up the spilt beer. She threw the paper towel she had used out and turned to grin at me.
"Avenged Sevenfold, huh?"
"Yes, Ma'am" I smirked, dirty and kinky thoughts already running through my mind. "Which means we need to make ourselves super pretty for tonight." I quickly added and watched as she smirked.
"Which one are you planning on raping tonight?" She already knew my plans, my thoughts, and everything else probably before I even knew. But I was crazier for Avenged than she was. The guys are fucking beautiful, and believe me, we both have had wet dreams about them.
"SG, who else?" I laughed and placed my hand on my hip, reminding my self of one of those preppy fan girls.
"Should've known."
"Yeah, you should've. That's why youre the stupider one." I smirked, thinking I had won.
"'Stupider' isn't even a word, Dumbass." She retorted causing me to roll my eyes.
"Well 'Dumbass' isn't even in the dictionary." I shot back, hoping to burn her.
"Yeah it is."
"Yeah? In which dictionary?"
"The Spanish-English dictionary I always used in high school." I frowned.
"So that's where you learned to cuss people out in Spanish. I used that damned thing several times, and I never once saw a single word of profanity!" I pouted like the three year old I was feeling like today. "I COULD HAVE USED THAT!"
"Too bad. Besides, you never knew when to keep your mouth shut, that's why you got in trouble more than I did. You'd just scream the words at the top of your lungs while there were adults around instead of waiting when it was just us kids." She pointed out one of my biggest mistakes and habits at the same time.
"So? No one fucking stops me from saying what I wanna say. Now quit talking and go get ready! Avenged Sevenfold is gonna be at your fucking club in six hours!" I screamed running to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Britt yelled to me from in the kitchen area still.
"HOME! I gotta get ready, too you know! I'll meet you up at the club so you can make your late appearance and I can find my future baby's daddy!" I yelled like the white black person I am and grabbed my purse.
"Aren't you gonna make a late appearance too?"
"Not when I know Synyster Gates is coming! I'm gonna get there fucking early so I know where they go when they come in!" She rolled her eyes at me and my logic.
"Or you could make a late appearance and just ask one of the workers where Avenged is seated."
"WHAT'S THE FUN IN THAT?! I MUST GET READY FOR THE MAN I FUCKING LOVE! SEE YOU TONIGHT!" I hollered out and slammed the font door behind me.
The whole way back to the small apartment my job could afford, I knew something was plaguing my half sister. And I hated it when she didn't tell me stuff. It bugged the shit outta me. The question now was, how the fuck am I gonna get whatever's bother her out in the open?
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