A year after losing her older sister in a tragic accident, Charlie's Mom marries the father of the most popular boys in school. Still grieving, Charlie struggles to accept her new family and gets involved with her stepbrothers worst enemy, the capta...
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I spent the rest of Saturday night in my bedroom. My stepbrothers told me they were going to have some friends round. I knew they were annoyed at me for disappearing last night and I didn't want to be involved in their social life.
I gave Joe a call and he told me he would stop by on his way from work. As Joe's car was still collecting dust in the school parking lot, he was walking everywhere. Luckily his house wasn't too far from mine.
I felt bad about Joe's car, it was the only thing his Dad had ever given him and Joe was dependent on his car for everything. When Joe passed his test, he did the one selfless thing he had ever done for Joe. He gave it to him without a price. It was a rare occasion that Mr Hudson did anything without getting anything in return.
The sound of music playing streamed in through my bedroom window. My stepbrother's and their friends had ordered some pizza and were sat in the garden. I could feel the night-time air as it let itself into my room through my open window. The curtains swung about lazily like phantoms. The stars lit up the darkness and the clouds that had yesterday drooped moodily in the sky had disappeared like a bad feeling that had finally healed over time.
Luckily, it wasn't much longer until Joe arrived. When finally arrived, I took out the bottle of vodka had stashed in my wardrobe. Then we climbed out of my bedroom window and sat on the roof. Thankfully, the garden was empty. My stepbrothers and their friends had gone inside.
Joe lit a cigarette while I took a sip of the vodka and felt the liquid burn the back of my throat. I turned to Joe, offering him some as if I wasn't wishing I had some mixer to make it go down more easily.
"Nicotine and alcohol." Joe nodded in approval.
Joe tries to take the vodka from me, but I raise my eyebrows at him and put the lid back on the bottle. I averted my eyes to the pack of cigarettes that lay besides him on one of the tiles of the roof. Joe caught on and narrowed his eyes at me.
"Are you seriously suggesting that I have to give you a cigarette in return for some vodka?" Joe asked.
"It's only fair. Don't you think?" I smirked.
Joe sighed. He hated it when he saw me smoking.
"You can keep the vodka. I don't want to get you hooked on cigarettes." Joe replied.
I gave him a sweet smile. I appreciated that he was looking out for me, but I wished I had done the same for him when we both tried our first cigarette.
I eyed Joe's cigarette with regret. "Can you put it out?"
Joe looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "Put it out? That would be a waste."
"No, it wouldn't. It would help you live longer, do you want to get cancer?"
"Everything's carcinogenic, even diet coke." He said, shrugging. "I picked my poison."
