Amy's Story (A Paramore Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: The Truth Never Set Me Free

-February 6th, 2007. Tuesday. 4:22 P.M. 1 Day Later- 

It's entirely possible that yesterday was just a fluke and Josh Farro will go back to being the annoying idiot he's been since I met him last week. Standing up to Kobe is no small thing but that's about the only thing that's granting him any breathing room with me. But who the hell does he think he is to keep me from making money? If the electric bill isn't paid by tomorrow the lights get shut off!

Not like he understands that problem...

Managing to open my car door and hop out this time while Josh is still opening his door, hurrying up to the house with my bag resting on my still very sore back. I haven't mentioned it to anyone. Why would I? It's my problem. Everyone else has their own, why would I bother them with mine? Besides, it was my own dumb fault for not practicing or even stretching before attempting it. 

Reaching my hand for the door knob at the same time as it flies inward, opening in front of me without any immediately obvious help. Either I just discovered I have the force or my house is haunted.

...Or, if I let my eyes fall down from where the door knob once was, I'd see my dark haired older sister staring at me just as confused. "You know" Carly says somewhat quietly, "it just hit me that I haven't actually talked to you since dinner last Wednesday." 

The best I can manage at first is a small, awkward laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it. This whole thing with that guy constantly coming by our house and everything else I've been doing has really thrown a wrench in sister time." Smiling softly at her. Damn, I missed her. 

Rather than smile back, she throws her arms around me so suddenly that it causes me to stumble back but the two of us somehow stay on our feet. Sucking in sharply at the way my back screams at me for letting someone touch it so roughly. Feeling my face tensing up and cringe without my giving it permission to. 

But I love my sister. So I just stiffly move my arms around her and pat her back a little. Carly definitely notices but she says nothing. Maybe she's not sure what to say and to be honest, that's perfectly fine with me. 

We pull away soon enough, which is when my ears pick up voices calling her name behind me. "I gotta go, I promised I'd help Aubrey and Hailey come up with some friendship bracelet ideas for our group. Later we'll do something together, Aims!" As she walks around me to run over to her friends. Giving me a quick wave over her shoulder. "Bye, sis!" 

And with that, she officially joins what I'm guessing are the girliest girls in town. One shoulder length haired girl with dark hair and brown eyes I recognize as Aubrey, the other with hair like mine. An odd mishmash of dark blonde and light brown. It's really hard to describe. My hair isn't brown and it's not blonde but it's flat and straight except for the bangs I try to sweep to the side to keep them out of my face. 

...Me and Sam don't need friendship bracelets.
"What's so great about friendship bracelets...?" Muttering to myself as I watch Aubrey, Hailey and Carly almost skip down the street together. Ew. Conformity.

"Well, some girls your age are just proud of their friendships and that's how they show it." Josh chimes in suddenly. Just now realizing he was standing behind me the whole time. Watching. Like a creep. 

"Yeah but me and Sam are way better friends than them and we don't need dumb friendship bracelets for people to know." I'm not jealous. I'm really not. I have no reason to be, except for the fact Carly kinda sorta always ditches me for them. Other than that, they don't bother me. They just give me dirty looks when she's not looking. 

On that note, maybe they're actually friends with Tiffany or friends with her friends.

Hm... Wait, was Josh saying something? I wasn't really giving a fuck about him for a moment there. Oh well. Once Carly and her friends are halfway down the sidewalk, I turn to my right and finally step into the house. Hearing Josh behind me. Closing the door afterward. "Amy, we need to talk." Josh speaks up suddenly, a nervous edge to his tone. "Head into the kitchen. Please?" Now he's just begging.