"Mmrfgh!"

I threw another Dorito into my mouth. I looked to my right and there laid a bag of Cheetos, then I looked to my left. It was a box of Cheez-its.

When you act greedy like this, these are one of your hardest decisions... Or... You can be a boss ass bitch and live the good ol' burger king motto. Have it your way.

"Fuck it!" I shouted, and I dumped all three snacks at once down my throat.

My dad exclaimed, "Foul language, Elena. Why are you so nervous? It's going to be okay!"

He walked over to me and chuckled, rubbing my back. Kissing the top of my black hair reassuringly, he tucked a strand behind my ear and stared at me.

I continued to grow my double chin, rocking my body back and forth. "I'm sorry Dad, but I'm not social... you know that. I can't control my attitude sometimes. A lot of people can't handle it. What if they don't like me?!"

He bent down at my level and kissed my forehead. Warmth spread from the touch of his lips all the way down to my toes. "Sweetheart, I can assure they will love you."

I just munched away even faster. My dad had just started dating. With him being cheery and too friendly, he invited his new girlfriend Crystal and her son over for dinner. I had no clue what they looked like, since my dad wanted it to be a 'surprise'. He then checked his watch and opened the door. "Right on time!"

There stood with her back turned, was a blonde and petite woman known as his date. But she happened to be distracted.

"But I don't want to-" I heard a deep voice whine. It was actually kind of cute.

Dad stood frozen his hand on the door, and my mouth held ajar ready to crunch on some more calories. Silence filled the room. Zero to zero, how great is life right now? They haven't even come in and this is already awkward.

"Devin! I don't know how many times we have to go over this-"

"But mom-"

"Don't you 'but mom' me! You are going to bond with his daughter if you like it or-"

"But-"

"I swear, if I hear 'but' from your mouth one more time Devin, you won't have one!"

"Mom, I'm not a little-"

I couldn't help but snicker. "Just say rectum!"

My dad whipped his head over to me and gave me a skeptical look meanwhile Crystal yelped. I almost peed my pants from surprise and cackling as she must've jumped a foot into the air. She quickly turned around with a fake smile.

"Michael! I'm so sorry. It's so nice to see you again," she hugged him.

He hugged her back and they both pulled away. "It's nice to see you too. Sorry to interrupt," he waved his finger between Devin and her. "Whatever was going on."

"Oh!" she blushed as she tucked a curly piece of hair behind her ear. "Nothing was going on. Devin here was just," she turned around and snarled. "Nervous."

"No need to be nervous, come on in and let's meet each other," My dad smiled.

I watched in curiosity as they both entered our home, I could immediately tell that Crystal's a fake hoebag.

Yes, you read that right. A hoebag.

I can predict her childhood already... She was a popular cheerleader in highschool, she at least slept with a dozen guys before she dated the school player, and her family's rich and they own a chihuahua.

Then when they came in and saw me, I swear both of their jaws dropped at the same damn time.

"This is Elena. Elena, this is Crystal and Devin."

I nervously waved, giving an ugly and cheeky smile. "I've figured out his name, about a minute ago."

Crystal gave a nervous smile, and Devin crossed his arms and glared at his mom. Crystal looks like your typical, bitchy blonde and Devin looks like he's up to no good.

She had blue piercing eyes, just like her son. She wore a brightening red lipstick, and a blue summer dress. Her Barbie look was officially completed with a hot pink purse and red heels. She looked innocent while on the other hand...

Devin looked like a murderer.

He had black messy hair and dark eyes. His clothing was all black, and I wouldn't be surprised if his underwear was too.

None of them said a word, they didn't say hello back. They welcomed the awkward, or rather rude, silence. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. I don't have time for this. I'm currently missing a new episode of The Walking Dead.

Suddenly I notice Crystal smack the back of Devin's head. "Hi," he quickly squeaked out.

I fake smiled and kept tapping my foot. Crystal fake smiled back. "Nice to meet 'ya hun."

"Nice to meet you guys too!" I mumbled sarcastically as I walked back over to my fluffy sofa. I turned on the TV and The Walking Dead was indeed playing and I missed an episode.

I'll plan their deaths later.

"Go sit over there with Elena and watch TV," I heard Crystal whisper.

I kept my eyes on Daryl. Oh my god, he's bae. Am I drooling?...

"Mom", he whispered but not quite enough. "Are you crazy?! Look at-"

I tried to bite back a laugh as I heard another thump. He muttered something under his breath as he walked over to the sofa and sat far away from me.

"BYE, HAVE FUN GUYS!" Crystal shouted as if she was on a boat. I quickly winced, wanting to cover my ears. "We're going on our date now." she giggled as she walked out of the room with my dad.

I let out a breath of relief. Praise the lord she's gone! It's a shame I don't like her already. Shit! I almost forgot Devin was sitting in there with me. Until I felt his dark presence. Or soul.

Uh, maybe I should say something? I gulped as I was practically choking on the uncomfortable silence. I cleared my throat and spoke a little shakily, "So uh, Devin."

He raised his head slowly from his phone and his dark eyes seemed to bury through out my body. I think he's glaring at me.

"What's up?" I gave a cheeky fake smile and quickly looked away. "So um, do you want to watch-"

He sighed. "The sky is 'what's up'. Listen, don't make this more awkward than what it already is. I don't want to be here. I have my phone," he said lazily and waved it in the air. "So watch whatever baby shows you want to watch. I don't care."

Well, excuse me for trying to be nice! I knew this murderer would have an attitude. My back turned to him, I went silent for a moment before saying, "I don't want to be here either."

I felt his eyes burn into the back of my skull. I mentally smacked my forehead. I don't want to be here either?! Elena, you're an idiot! THIS. IS. YOUR. HOUSE!

I grabbed the remote and huffed. Well baby shows huh?

"My world is turning, changing each day! With mommy and daddy and finding my way!"

I secretly pinched myself to keep from screaming of laughter. I turned the volume all the way up, blasting the Cailou theme song.

"Growing up is not so tough, 'cept when I've had enough, but there's lots of fun stuff, I'm Cailou..."

He growled. "I beg of you, please turn it off!"

I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore. My stomach started to hurt as I fell back into the couch and kept screaming like a hyena.

"Cailou, Cailou! I'm Cailou!" The boy screamed in joy.

I then heard the TV shut off. The silence in the room was currently engulfed with my walrus laughter.

I opened my eyes to see Devin standing in front of the TV with his hands on his hips, all amusement nowhere to be found on his facial expression. His eyes were blazing with rage.

I howled even harder.

"How old are you, five?!" he shouted at me. His deep voice sort of scared me, and I shrunk back into the couch.

"Actually," I choked. "I'm-" I coughed once more. "Sixteen. How old are you, thirty?!" I continued to cough wildly again.

He growled and showed his teeth. I noticed that his K9 teeth were extremely pointy, but I didn't say anything as I was too busy laughing.

"No, I'm seventeen. I hope you choke until you die," he started to walk over to the far end of the couch.

"Awe." My coughing was starting to slow down. "Harsh."

He strode to the couch and sat down. "To see a person like you dressed in a Batman onesie, cheese and sauce smeared all over their face... scares me immensely."

I popped my eyes out. Holy fudge! I forgot I was in my Batman onesie, and I smothered my face with pizza and those snacks while watching a marathon of The Walking Dead.

"I have cheese and sauce all over my face?!" I licked my hand wildly and started to scrub at my mouth.

Devin glared at me disgustedly. "Yeah, you did. But it's too late now to look adorable, sweetheart."

I glared back. "And what exactly do you mean, 'a person like me'?" I scoffed at the last thing he said.

He tilted his head as if he were thinking. "The jet black hair, the choker around your neck, you know that," he scratched the air. "'Rawr' look. 'I'm a Gothic girl' look. Along with that nose piercing in your nose," he shivered. "By the way, you should take that shït out. It looks like a huger booger's up in there."

My jaw dropped. My eyes were almost shut because I kept glaring at him so hard. But the more I glared, the more I started to realize how... attractive he was.

His muscles bulged through his white T-shirt, and his black jeans matched with his messy: 'I just had hot sex', black hair. His skin was pale, but in a sexy zombie way. He also, I noticed, had a piercing through his lip.

And he's talking about me looking Gothic?!

"You are rude. I do not consider myself Gothic, and Gothic girls do not," I bent my fingers for emphasis, "Say rawr. Also I love my nose piercing, and if anyone looks Gothic it's you."

"No tigorrata, I think you meant to say," he cleared his throat. He turned his tone into a girlish voice. "If anyone looks like a sex god, it's you!"

I growled and folded my arms. "So you're Italian now, huh? And I do not sound like that!"

He shrugged with a cocky smirk. "I am Italian. By the way, tigorrata means tiger. And my impression of you was highly accurate," he winked.

I rolled my eyes. "No it wasn't, and everybody knows that." I hissed."Now can I please get back to watching my show?"

He shrugged. "I thought you had knowledge problems because, you know, that Batman onesie." he put a fist to his mouth and fake coughed.

I folded my arms and I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. How dare he!

"The door!"

"No, no, no tigorrata!" He waved his hands. "Knock yourself out. I have my dandy smartphone with me," he rubbed it as if it was his pet.

"I could give a lesser dandy fück," I turned on the TV and lowered the volume. I switched the channel back from Sprout to AMC and went back to enjoying my walking dead.

Suddenly I heard a beeping noise coming from his phone. I sharply turned around to his cocky, neutral, but bored face. "Are you recording me?!" I asked in disbelief.

He just stared at his phone, the camera pointing at me.

"Are you on that ghost-app thing? Why are people always uploading dumb shït to that ghost app thing!" I exclaimed as I got up and reached for the phone like my life depended on it.

He started to chuckle as if he was surprised, with that stupid phone still in his hand. "It's called Snapchat, tigre."

"I suggest you give me that phone before I snap 'ya hand into two!" I growled as I continued to wrestle with him.

Damn he's cold. And that's pretty ironic because he is some hot stuff.

Alright, take a chill pill hormones..

Suddenly his laughing died down as he stared into my eyes with a shocked expression. I stared back into his eyes with a confused look, then to realize I was straddling him.

"Gesù Cristo, vi stanno facendo il mio pene duro," he breathed out.

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Author' s Note

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Tigorrata- Tiger
Gesù Cristo, vi stanno facendo il mio pene duro. - Jesus Christ, you are making my penis hard.

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