The bad girl and the dork

Don't you hate it when you arrive at your destination in the middle of a great song? Yeah, me too. So there I was, sitting in my car in front of my house because the song hadn't finished yet.

It was Basket case by Green day. It's a classic if you ask me.

When the song finished I got out of my car. I wasn't sure if my mom was home. Probably not, she was rarely home at this hour.

She'd been very busy with her research lately so sometimes she got home very late. It was only temporary though. I didn't feel neglected. I actually admired that my mom had a great career.

As expected, the house was empty. The cookie smell was fading already.

I'd said to Code I'd be there after dinner so I had some time to kill. This is probably the time where normal people would do their homework right? Well, it wasn't gonna happen.

I went upstairs and grabbed an old diary. Ah, yes, since a couple of weeks ago I'd found something new to keep me busy.

No, I didn't write about my day in a diary. What am I, 12 years old?

A couple of weeks ago I was at my dad's place and I was cleaning the basement. What? I'm just a good daughter.

You don't believe me? Okay, fine. I missed my curfew and my dad always gives me chores to do as punishment. He doesn't believe in grounding people.

It's very benificial for him 'cause if I get caught a lot than his house is spotless. He's a clever ass if you ask me.

So there I was, cleaning the basement and I stumbled upon some old boxes. They were filled with old shit. And I don't mean old like your parents but old old.

Needless to say I got totally sidetracked from what I was doing. I had found some old books and started reading them.

Apparently I was taking too long because dad came downstairs to check on me and he caught me sitting on the ground between some old boxes reading an old diary.

We took the boxes and went to the kitchen. I asked him what the hell I was reading and he explained that his mom wrote her entire life down in diaries.

She had started doing it when she was a young teenager and only stopped when being a mom took too much of her time. So there were a lot of diaries.

My dad suggested I'd take them home so I could get to know my grandma a little better. She'd died before I was born. I only had to promise my dad every two minutes that I'd be careful with the diaries.

So I'd been reading the diaries when I had some time to kill. In the beginning it was a little boring, there wasn't too much going on in grandma's life when she was a young teenager.

But now she was only a year younger than me and she had met grandpa. Or some other dude, but I hope it was grandpa. It was really cute actually, every day there was a little adventure about grandpa talking to grandma.

She also complained about school a lot. She wrote that school only prepared them to be a good stay at home mom but she wanted more. She loved math and English but the boys got a lot more of that. The girls only had basic math since it was 'useless' for them. Harsh.

She would borrow books from her brother, even though her brother was younger than her. She didn't like that options for women were so slim.

I think I would've liked her. Her attitude seemed very modern for that time.

Today's entry was about the army. She'd been flirting with grandpa for a little while now but in a year he had to enlist in the army and she was worried about that. It was really cool. It was like reading a 온라인카지노게임 but it actually happened to her. This was her life.

I decided to read another entry because there was a note stuck to it. Her entire diary was filled with extra notes and this was the first one. I gotta say, I was curious.

She wrote that grandpa gave his sister a note so she could give it to her. Must suck to go to an all  girls' school. He'd written to her to meet him after school. I opened the note and, yes, indeed. I could hardly read it though, my grandpa's writing sucked. It said to meet him by the bus stop after school.

Grandma wrote in her diary that they met up and grandpa finally made a move. Apparently grandma told him that it was about time after he kissed her. She kicked ass. Seriously.

Is it considered incest if you have a girl crush on your own grandma?

I was considering reading another entry when my phone buzzed. Ah, yes, I have friends that need me.

Or not. It was a text from my mom.

Gonna be a late night. Blame my sick assistant. There's some food in the cupboards, you know the drill.

Couldn't say that was a surprise. Wow, it was already five thirthy. I'd been reading longer than I'd thought.

I texted my mom back. Once I didn't and she'd thought I hadn't read it so she started calling me. I figured it was easier to always send something back so she could go back to concentrating on her work.

Okay, have fun. Try not to break your assistant, remember they're fragile. Oh and the guys loved the cookies but S said it needed more sugar.

Just to clarify, no, she wasn't mean to her assistants but we joked about them a lot because sometimes mom would say they were very insecure since they're still students. My phone buzzed again.

More sugar it is. Wait, does this mean I can't torture my assistant a little? Well, there goes my plan for tonight. See you tomorrow x

Oh mom. Remember to never be her assistant.

Maybe just a little bit of torture then. I'm heading to Code's tonight but I'll be back on time. x

Yes, I was really planning on going home on time other wise I wouldn't have texted it. I was quite tired to be honest. My mom knew I'd be back on time. I don't lie.

Sometimes I'd exaggerate or witheld information, but I didn't lie.

I headed downstairs to check the cupboards. Hmm... little disappointed. Well, mac and cheese it was.

When I wanted to start on my delicious meal I got startled because of my phone. It was lying on the table so it was buzzing really loud. When I recovered from my mini heart attack I looked at my phone.

It was Code.

When?

Ah, always so articulate that guy.

Your enthusiasm warms my cold little heart. I'll be there in an hour.

Now I could eat my mac in piece. Code only lived fifteen minutes away but I didn't want to hurry or anything.

Don't mess with me Jill. We all know you don't have a heart. Ok, see ya in an hour

Wow, three sentences. I was impressed.

Did your brother type this or are you actually making an effort? Either way, I'm impressed.

Told you I didn't lie. I was impressed though. He talks a lot in real life but he doesn't like texting for some reason.

So why doesn't he just call, you ask? He doesn't like that either. Yep, he's a ray of sunshine. He's not a big fan of technology. Doesn't make sense since he spends most of his time gaming.

I don't try to understand Code, I just accept him the way he is. Wow, that sounded way too sweet for me. I'll just kick some puppies later.

Kidding! Ok, not funny, I get it. Mental note: do not joke about kicking puppies.

Another text from Code. He must be really bored. Or maybe he was in an awkward situation or something.

What can I say, I'm unpredictable. Livin on the edge

I snorted. Yeah, he's very adventurous.

Whatever you say studmuffin

He absolutely hates cute nicknames. So we all take advantage of that. I didn't get a text back. I knew those three texts were stretching it.

When it was time to leave I threw a Ramones hoodie on because it was getting chilly. I locked the door and headed to my beloved car.

Maybe if I wished hard enough, someday my car would turn into a motorcycle. Hey, a girl can dream.

There was no traffic on the road so I got there in ten minutes. Usually I didn't bother knocking and went inside, but I wasn't sure if his parents were home.

Code's parents own a restaurant so they're not home very often. When I know they are, I'd always knock because I'm such a wonderful person. I do have manners. I just don't show them a lot.

Since I wasn't sure I decided to knock instead of barging in like usual.

I heard a dog bark and shuffling of feet and then the door opened.

"Oh, hi Jill." It was Chase, Code's brother. Code would never greet me this politely.

Chase was wearing a Harvard tshirt and sweatpants. He was barefoot. I don't understand that. I never walk around without any socks. I love socks. They're nice and keep your feet warm. Right now I was wearing Simpsons socks. Okay, I don't know why I'm ranting about socks, just remember they're awesome.

Chase had dark eyes and the same hair as Code but it was a shade darker, so it was like a chocolate brown.

He's two years older and goes to Harvard. Hence the tshirt. He's a dork. Seriously. He's a very serious and dull person. School is everything to him. I'd never had a conversation longer than five minutes with him before.

It was weird since Code is so laidback. They do get along most of the time. I think. Code doesn't talk about his brother a lot. Not that I would care.

Chase gestured for me to get inside.

"Hey Chase." I greeted him. And that would be our conversation for today.

Suddenly Bus ran up to me. Bus is a bull terrier. I think he's a cute little dog but I'm not allowed to say that. According to Code he's a badass dog. Dogs can't be both badass and cute. Whatever.

"Code's upstairs." I'd almost forgot Chase was still there.

"Okay, thanks Chase." I said. After a few cuddles with Bus I took my shoes off and headed upstairs.

Well, that was a long conversation. Look at me, being overly social on a Monday.

I opened the door to Code's room and noticed he was playing a game. What a surprise. "Code I've missed you so much baby!" I walked up to him and give him a little kick with my foot.

"Gross, you sound like Jake when he's hooking up with a girl." Ha, I really did.

"Nice socks." He raised his left eyebrow. I just grinned. See? Socks are awesome.

Code stopped playing and looked at me with a serious expression on his face. "Okay, let's get down to business."

We sat on his bed and started brainstorming. It was hard. Sometimes we wouldn't have to think about a present, we'd just know immediately. This year with Snake, we didn't have a lot of inspiration.

"How 'bout a blow up doll?" We laughed. That would be so gross.

"Code, It's Snake's birthday, not Jake's. Ooh, let's remember that when it's Jake's birthday though!" I said. He would love that. Although, he'd probably say that he could get enough real women so he doesn't need a doll. But he would accept it either way.

We exchanged ideas back and forth but nothing really came up.

"How about a snake?" Code looked hopeful. I sighed. Seriously?

"Code, you say that every year. You know his mom said she would kill us if we actually got him a pet snake." He rolled his eyes but accepted my answer.

Snake's mom was a sweet lady but when you disobeyed her she got scary. No, I'm serious. Like, really scary. She's afraid of snakes so I guess it would be a little too cruel to get Snake a snake. Although the irony of the situation would be lovely.

"OH MY GOD I GOT IT!" I suddenly got an idea. An amazing idea. It was perfect. Man, I'm so good!

"Are you gonna share it or is it supposed to be a secret?" Code was definitely not sharing my enthusiasm. He would if he knew.

"Nah, I'm gonna keep it to myself." I shrugged casually. I had to bite my lip to not burst out in laughter. Code looked irritated.

He tackled me and started tickling me. Yeah, Code doesn't fight, he just tickles people. Weirdly enough, all of our friends are ticklish so it works out fine for him.

"Okay okay stop!" I struggled to breathe. The dude knew how to tickle. At this point I was crying. I'm one of those people that starts crying when they laugh too hard. Very attractive.

"You know how Snake's been moaning about that knife set? The one his parents won't buy him because it's so expensive? If we all chip in it should be affordable." Snake had asked his parents for the knife set a lot. His parents had told him that he had to buy it himself, because it was so expensive. I knew he was saving money to get it.

I don't even know why that knife set means so much to him but, you know, I just accept it.

"Jill! That's it! You're a genius!" Told you Code would be enthusiastic if he knew my idea. I think we were both glad that Snake would stop nagging about the stupid knives after his birthday.

"Tell me something I don't know." I nudged him. He just rolled his eyes. My friends didn't even respond to those remarks anymore.

It was starting to get late so I decided to head home.

"You don't wanna play a game?" Code asked with puppy eyes. How can he game all the time? It doesn't make sense.

"Aw you look so cute." I cooed ruffling his hair. That would get him off my back.

He started sorting out his hair. "You know what ... I want you to cut my hair."

I blinked a couple of times. "You what?!"

"Cut my hair Jill, give me a fauxhawk or something." He sounded like his mind was made up. Such a weird impulsive idea. Why would he want to cut his hair all of a sudden?

"But your hair is so cute." I argued. It was. It was light brown and a little curly on the ends. He had perfect guyhair if that makes sense.

"Exactly." He sighed.

"You can just ask Gwen's sister." She was a hairdresser after all. I'd never cut or shaved hair before, I'd probably screw it up.

I was smart but my fine motor skills were very questionable.

"I want you to do it now. Seriously." He said very determined. When he made up his mind, I knew there was no way out.

"I'm not responsible if I screw up, okay?" I sighed. I can't believe I was gonna butcher his hair.

"You won't, now come on!" Code got up and grabbed my arm, dragging me to the bathroom.

I grabbed a towel and put it around his neck. He told me the electric razor was on my left, so I took it and looked it over.

Why am I doing this again? I loved Code's hair. But fauxhawks were kinda sexy. Well, if you could pull it off at least. I had no idea how it would look on Code's head.

Oh well, no going back now.

"You sure?" I asked one last time before we were at the point of no return.

I could imagine him rolling his eyes. I couldn't see because I was standing behind him. He was sitting in front of me so I could reach his hair.

"Yes, now give me a fauxhawk woman!" Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. Woman? Seriously?

I turned the razor on and started shaving the sides of his head. Ooh, this was actually fun. I get it now when you ask your hairdresser to just cut the tips they suddenly chop off half of your hair. It's very tempting.

When I was finished with the sides of his head I noticed the rest of his hair was a little too long. I grabbed some scissors and started cutting the rest just a little bit.

"Can I look now?" Code was getting impatient. It took a lot longer than we both had anticipated.

"Hang on I'm gonna style it. I love makeovers!" Having guy friends, you didn't really get to do makeovers. Although sometimes I put makeup on them when theywere drunk and passed out. Yes, I'm evil like that.

I styled his hair so that the middle part stayed upright. I turned Code around so I could see his face. Gotta say, not bad. He could pull it off.

"Wanna see your new sexy hairstyle?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Should I be worried?" Oh so now he wasn't too sure anymore. Well, it's too late buddy.

"Just look for yourself." I sighed, putting him out of his misery.

I grabbed his towel and watched him carefully while he was checking his hair out in the mirror.

"Hey not bad. Thanks Jill!" He smiled. I was relieved. I mean, if he hated it he would've blamed me.

"No problem. So, I'm heading out now. See ya tomorrow Code." It was really get letting now and I was yawning every five minutes.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." He was already walking towards his room. No, he didn't walk me to the front door because only a gentleman would do that. I didn't mind though. I'd go to his house a few times a week.

I headed downstairs and I noticed Chase was in the kitchen. He looked disheveled and it looked like he was binging on food.

"Woa there Chase, you're binging. Time of the month?" I laughed at my own joke. I loved period jokes because guys would always look so startled. They'd never know how to react to them.

Chase looked up, I don't think he heard me going down the stairs.

He scratched the back of his head. "Oh yeah... the lack of food is disappointing."

I approached him and noticed he was eating dry crackers. Poor guy. No one should ever eat dry crackers. Especially since it looked like he really needed some comfort food.

"Hang on." I said. He watched me curiously as I opened a few cupboards. Yeah, this wasn't weird behavior. Their fridge was like my second home. Like I'd said, his parents own a restaurant and sometimes they bring leftovers. I guess today wasn't that day.

I spotted the Nutella. Perfect! This was what I was looking for.

I put the Nutella down beside him and handed him a knife. "You're welcome." I grinned at his surprised expression.

He started putting Nutella on his crackers and started eating as if he was a starving man.

"This is so great! Thanks Jill." Now that I looked closer I noticed dark circles beneath his eyes. His tshirt was wrinkled and his hair was all over the place.

"You okay?" I probably shouldn't have asked that. I mean, we weren't close. Hell, this was our longest conversation to date. We didn't really communicate. Well, if he didn't want to tell me he could just tell me to butt out. Although I think he's too polite for that.

"I have an exam on Thursday and another one next week. I tend to eat a lot when I'm stressed out." He looked embarrassed.

No way. Chase was a stress eater too? What a pleasant surprise.

"Ha! Me too. My mom bakes when she's stressed so it works out fine for us. If I had known I would've brought some cookies since she was baking them this morning."

Chase smiled. "Wait, your mom is a stress baker and you're a stress eater? How are you not fat?"

I laughed. I always got that question when I mentioned that little fun fact about my family. "No idea to be honest." I shrugged.

"Is your mom okay?" He looked a little concerned. I was getting a little uncomfortable. It was so weird having an actual conversation with Chase. I mean I'd been coming here for years.

"Yeah, she's just stressed because she has a presentation about her research coming up." I explained.

"Oh yeah, about HIV right?" I looked confused. How the hell did he know that? Code must have mentioned it or something.

Chase noticed my confusion. "I take biology, she gave us a lecture once." Well, that explains it.

"Ah, waffle day, yeah I remember." We laughed.

I noticed the conversation was dieing so I decided to head out before we both realized we don't usually talk to each other and it got awkward.

"Well, I'm heading out. Good luck on your exams and remember Nutella is the answer to all your food related problems!"

He chuckled and started preparing another cracker. "Thanks! Bye Jill."

I headed to the car. When I got inside I noticed I still had a smile on my face. Huh. The dork wasn't too bad.

I mean, he did share some genes with Code and he was pretty awesome. I guess it made sense.

When I got inside the house I immediately headed upstairs and changed into my pajamas. I grabbed my phone and decided to text mom.

Just got home. Goodnight x

It was eleven PM. It wasn't exactly early but not too late so I wouldn't get into trouble.

The moment I put my head on my pillow I started drifting off. Then my phone buzzed. I groaned and looked at it. I was a little blinded because the screen was so bright. It was my mom.

Okay, sweet dreams x

I put my phone away and shut my eyes hoping no one would interrupt my precious sleep.