It was going to be a pretty uneventful weekend compared to Friday night, so I set my alarm for midday and didn't get out of bed to quarter past three.
I thought swinging by the Moores' place to see if Lucy and her weird new friend was in, then reconsidered. Yes, Lucy was quite able to walk all over her mother, but her father was whole different kettle of fish. I had no doubt he had heard about last night and was absolutely positive that I was the last person that he wanted to see at the moment.
Instead I pulled out my mobile and texted her.
After a short moment's pause my phone vibrated with a reply message from Lucy.
In town wiv Lucas. Wanna join?
It didn't take me longer than a few seconds to decide on my answer that question.
BAW-RING! I'll think pass.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and sojourned downstairs to raid the fridge for a belated breakfast. To be honest I wasn't surprised to find that it was practically empty. Since Jon, my older brother, had moved back home after getting a degree in philosophy, (goodness knows how someone as dense as him managed to pull of that one) it was rare to find food that he hadn't snagged yet. That's why I keep the beer I buy hidden under my bed.
A carton of milk standing alone on a shelf in the fridge door caught my attention. I picked it up, grateful that there was still some in there. Unscrewing the lid and tilting it into my mouth, I had emptied its contents in a matter of seconds.
My eleven-year-old sister strode into the room and skidded to a hault, staring at me wide-eyed.
"Eww," she squealed, her face a picture of disgust. "Gross!"
"What?" I wiped my milk-stained mouth with the sleeve of a jumper I had thrown on just after I clambered out of bed. "I finished it so it doesn't matter."
"I was talking about your appearance, but yeah. You act like a pig too."
It took all my personal restraints not to rip that bitchy little sneer off her face. So I put all the unrepressed anger and frustration I felt towards the brat into a loud and rather impressive belch.
I watched with immense pleasure as her skin paled and she thrust a hand over her mouth before hastily exiting the room.
"Good one! Much more effective than when I cut all her barbies' hair off."
I jumped and whirled round to see Edward, my nerdy fourteen-year-old brother, admiring the scene from behind the kitchen counter.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"I was always here. You were so focused on finding food that you didn't notice."
I grunted in response. I didn't have time for this little weirdo. I had already slept over half the day away and I needed something to do before boredom drove me more insane than any of my siblings ever could.
"Are you gunna call one of your girlfriends up and arrange a date?" He inquired.
"Maybe," I pondered.
"In other words, you're broke."
"What difference does that make to you?" I snapped, storming out the kitchen and slamming the door behind me.