Under the City Lights

Sundae on a Sunday

"Go then! If you care about her so much. Go!"

"Fine, I will!"

I couldn't fathom for a moment how well my day's been going. For one thing, it hasn't been.

For many, many months these useless and highly senseless bickering and quarreling with my girlfriend have become a terrible habit.

And no, she's not on her period.

I stormed out of her apartment, trying not to hear her scandalous yelling that followed me from behind. I wore my grey cotton jacket that I placed on her coat rack when I came to her place a while ago.

I made my way to their basement parking lot, started up the engine of my Ford Mondeo and roared away from my problems to some better things: Ice cream and some alone time.

My drive to McDonalds was peaceful and that the road was (thank the Lord God Almighty) not busy. It's a Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining brightly and so will be my mood once I get a hold of that sweet hot fudge sundae.

Approaching the drive-thru as I spotted the fast food chain to be full, I ordered the hot fudge sundae.

And some fries.

And apple pies.

I decided to drive to a park just a few miles north and enjoy my stress-relieving food because I've been so full of the shit that's piled up on a supposedly good rest day.

I woke up to the sound of two people arguing. I checked my watch and it was 9AM. It was my sister and my dad.

We live in a small, square house. Well, not really that small. It has 4 bedrooms, a kitchen and a cozy living room, warmly lit by the light emanating from the window. Each bedroom has its own bathroom. The house wasn't at all spacious, but it's good enough for a family of 5, and for a group of friends to come and just chill.

My room was just beside my elder sister's at the far end of the hall on the left side of the house, and the reason why I awoke with irritation at the sound of two people debating on something I have no idea about is because my father must have followed her to her room while they were already arguing somewhere that was not near my room.

I went out to grab some breakfast about an hour later and my sister stormed out of hers and began yelling at me.

"I lost my earring!"

"Um, good morning to you too?"

"Stop playing! Hand me back my earring!"

I looked at her clutching the ear that didn't have the earring pierced in it and my eyes shifted to her glaring ones. "Why are you asking me? I don't even wear earrings."

She scoffed. "Drop the act! I caught you snooping around my room the other day. You probably took it to annoy me, well it's working now! Just hand it back!"

Her face was turning red and I couldn't help but breathe a laugh at this ridiculous accusation. "Excuse me? You took my shirt and I happened to find it in your closet when I thought I'd lost it. But you don't hear me yelling at people on a Sunday morning, now do you?"

"If you'll just give it to me we wouldn't be arguing this long!" She shrieked.

I avoided her eyes for a second and gazed down at her neck. I scoffed. "How unbelievable you are, sissy." I shook my head and smirked.

With that last sentence, I walked cooly past her on my way to the kitchen.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" She screamed from behind me, but not following me.