My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

The front door opened and I flicked on the light of the lamp beside me on the small table. I knew it was them. If you asked me, I looked like the cliché mom or dad who stayed up until their 16 year old daughter came home, beer on her breath with smeared makeup; I had on my bed robe, my feet were crossed in front of me and my face held a no- nonsense look. "Where were you?", I asked and stood up. They all look surprised and stood there with their mouth in a 'O'. They both erupted in laughter and dad was the first one to contain himself. I will definitely remember this day when it comes to putting them in a retirement home. "Are you auditioning for a 4ole in a TV show?", my dad asked. He chuckled and continued. "You look like one of those cliché parents." I glared at him. "Where were you all?", I repeated my question. "I was worried sick, and I was left to fend for myself. I even cooked!" My mom laughed and attempted to rub my head in affection but I batted her hand away. "You behave like we left you for one month without internet or food. We just had a little emergency to take care of", mom examined. "Anyways" , she continued rubbing her temples, " I'm going to take a shower and sleep. I had a really long day." She climbed the stairs and left dad and me alone. "Don't feel bad kiddo", he patted my head and I let him. "We're here and we're never leaving." He kissed my forehead and started up the stairs. "Dad?", I said before he left. "Yes buttercup?" I cringed slightly at the name. "If my birthday isn't good, can I sue you and mom?" My dad laughed. "Sure", he responded before disappeared. I have crazy parents, but I love them either way.

today?", I said remembering my encounter with Liam earlier. "Kim Kardashian?", she guessed. "No", I laughed. "Meghan Markle?", she tried again. "I'm not even answering that." She laughed and continued. "I know, I know!", she squealed. "Who is it?", I asked, desperate to hear her answer. "Princess Diana!" OK, I am going to bed. "She's fricking dead!", I scream. Spencer bursts into laughter. "Emerald", my mom called. "Are you okay? Who's dead?", she asked, her tone sounding slightly worried. "No one mom", I hollered back. "Spencer and I were just