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Boys Have Cooties
By ©imaRIOT

Chapter 4

I stopped in my tracks.

"Mom, what about him?" I felt the color drain from my face, dreading her answer. My mom turned to look at me, her brilliant blue eyes glistening. I always thought my mom was beautiful, with the same dark hair as me. I had the same eyes, but mine didn't seem to hold the same emotion as my mom's. I was jealous.

"Listen, Stacy," She answered her voice soft, "I know those boys caused hell for you, but not to worry, Mason has gotten so much better. He'll behave himself, I promise."

"Wait… just Mason?"

"Yes, dear, Gabe's all the hell in New York."

The relief was too much for me. I could handle Mason, but I couldn't take my mom's word for it. Even though I haven't talked to him for a while, I knew he was still the same old bully butt crack he's always been.

"Oh, okay Mom. Now what about Mason?"

"His family is joining ours for brunch. I hope you understand…"

"Yes, of course. I'm perky and fine with it! Yes! The brunch will go awesome and you know, I bet I won't even have a hissy fit!" I promised.

A few minutes later

I sat there, with my elbows on my knees, hands supporting my head. I was not perky and fine with Mason's family being at the brunch (but I had the thrill of not seeing Mason yet), the brunch was not going awesome, and yes, I did have a hissy fit.

Mason's mom was a total bitch. She approached me, her perfect blonde hair swept into a perfect ponytail, her brown eyes (that I savagely compared to poop) lit up.

"Oh, Stacy, sweetie! You look amazing!"

She was still doing okay, no bitchy comments yet. You just wait; when I finish telling the story you will feel as shitty as I did! Oh, how I want to punch her lights out!

"Thank you, Mrs. Spindler. How are you?"

"Oh my, Kelly," Mrs. Spindler addressed my mom, "She doesn't stutter!"

I blinked. Goddamn, thank you for announcing it to everyone! Come on, mom, get angry and slap her one!

My mom didn’t slap her, but she frowned slightly. She couldn't swear in front of Mrs. Spindler, because good impressions were everything. "Yes, she outgrew it. Thank you for noticing." The way my mom said it was awkward. No one knew what to say.

Like, what the heck? Oh, she doesn't stutter! Hooray! Maybe we should all just have another glass of wine… oh the joy!

Please, kill me. Stupid Mrs. Spindler.

I scowled. However, Mrs. Spindler smiled happily. "So, were are you going to collage?"

"The UW Madison."

"Oh, Kelly! Oh my, that sounds marvelous! Mason's going to UW Minnesota. Isn't that lovely?"

Yeah, sure, so what if your son is going to some expensive wacko collage?

"Yes," My mom said, stabbing her meat more violently than the norm. "Sounds wonderful."

"MASON! THE FOOD IS HERE." Mr. Spindler called, his voice sounding like thunder.

I winced. Oh, gosh, now I have to face this wacko kid. Out of the corner of my eye, Marina sat a little straighter in her chair, and stopped singing 'If We Were a Movie' by Miley Cyrus. She probably didn't want to seem 'childish' for Mason.

Please shoot me now.

Mwahahah. No Mason... YET. In the next chapter you'll get a buttload full of him. ;DD

I'd like to thank you all for the support, thank you for reading my story, I'd like you to know that I appeciate it.

PLEASE FLAME ME. PRAISE ME. REVIEW ME. EVEN SPANK ME. (Scratch that last part)

Ps;

I wanted to explain this.

Q: Why in the heck does Stacy's Mom (Kelly) swear all the time? Jeez! And I thought moms were supposed to set a GOOD example!!
A: I wanted to explain Stacy's family as CRAZY and just plain WACK as possible. To me, wacky is defined as the exact opposite of my family. My mom doesn't swear, and my dad is laid back. Why not take Stacy's mom and make her laid-back and go-with-the-flow? Now, that's not to say swearing makes people laid-back. It just helps the image of a mom who, in my words, doesn't give a shit. That's how I wanted to portray Stacy's mom.
Then, I wanted to take Tom, or Stacy's Dad, and make him up-tight. Simple as that.
As for Marina, I just portrayed her as my nine-year-old neighbor. Hannah Montana-crazed and kind of snobby.

Any questions? Please ask. I'll answer them here. (: