Shut Up Cartman

Tessa

 

"Mom, I have to go now. Okay?" My mother poured the whole bottle of vodka into the blender and pressed the 'on' button. She ignored me and focused more on the more-alcohol-less-smoothie in the blender. I grabbed the car keys from the kitchen counter and picked up my book bag that I threw onto the white wooden chair, opening the garage door and hopping into the 2006 Ford Fusion.

 

I pulled out of the driveway and turned down the road. About an hour ago, Adam had text me the address; I got on my computer and searched on Google Maps. Which helped me a lot, by the way?

 

I turned a few corners and streets, passing by big luxury houses with two stories and big columns in front of the doors. It surprised me that it only took two minutes to drive to his house but then again, his neighborhood was right across from mine. I pulled into the driveway of a big white brick house and got out of the car, pulling my book bag out, hoisting it on my left shoulder.

 

Walking along the pavement with flowerbeds near the windows, I got on the steps and knocked on the door three times. After a few minutes passing by, a bouncy blonde opened the door grinning at me. "Hey Tess!" She exclaimed sounding like we were best friends forever.

 

"Hey uh Erin?" I said awkwardly. "I'm here for Adam." I bunched up my face showing her that I'd rather be somewhere else. Not entirely. Anywhere is better than home. I thought.

 

She giggled, pulling my arm. "Be quiet when we go in okay? Adam's practicing and I want to show you what he does when he's not being a pain." I nodded and she pulled a door open right next to the front entrance door and walked down the stairs. It wasn't your average basement; there were no ply boards and pipes visible; it looked exactly like another room but only downstairs. There were posters everywhere; from Bring Me The Horizon to Cobra Starship, there were even a few Ke$ha and Beyonce posters. "Adam's dad allows him to have a basement band if I get to decorate it."

 

"So you like screamo bands?" I asked, gesturing towards the Bring Me The Horizon poster.

 

She began to laugh. "God no! I'm the pop kind of person, but I'm not mean so I do allow a few." We stayed on the steps and I looked around my surroundings. There was a stage"literally"it wasn't big like Vans' Warped Tour or your school's auditorium but it was big enough for four teenage boys, a drum set, three electric guitars, three microphone stands, and three amps. The basement had a tattered La-Z Boy, three seater that looked all scratched up from a really pissed off cat or dog. A black and white Siberian Husky was lying across the couch and a brown coffee table in front of him. "They're always arguing."

 

I grinned. Erin told me she had to go somewhere and told me to have fun; I strained my neck to hear parts of their conversation. "Dude! Shut up! We will not break another guitar. My dad will kill me this time." A spiky blonde said.

 

"But it looks so professional!" The brunette whined.

 

"You better not mess up this gig, Joe." Adam warned towards the brunette.

 

"It wasn't my fault that the old grouch wasn't talking to me!" He cried.

 

"You pushed a six year old girl!" The spiky blonde exclaimed.

 

"She stepped on my feet!" The brunette"who I'm guessing was Joe"argued.

 

"She was shorter than you!" The spiky blonde snapped. "She's supposed to be on your feet unless you want to trip."

 

"What about you Chester?!" Joe bit back to the spiky blonde. "You threw punch on a dad and he was near the amp! It blew up!"

 

"Hey, hey, hey!" Chester said. "I didn't know he was sitting on the amp and he wasn't hurt."

 

"He was talking to me!" Adam said, freaking out. "He was telling us that he has a niece who needs a band for her wedding."

 

"That went out the window when Carter threw the cat in the cake." Joe said, sighing.

 

"Where is he anyway?" Chester, Adam, and Joe were looking around the basement and I took a step back, planting my foot on the bottom step so they couldn't see me. It hurt, seeing Adam with friends. It wasn't like it hurt because I love him or something"God no!"it hurt because I was once like him. I used to have three best friends, we would act the exact same way; but they all ditched me when Cora told them what I was doing.

 

Tears welled up in my eyes; I felt emotionally drained already and it was only seven o'clock. I walked quietly up the stairs while they continued to argue about what set songs to play on their next gig. I walked along the first floor, passing a big kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and a den, but there was no bathroom. A tousled, dark brunette haired boy came out of a door, he moved a couple inches without noticing me and I saw that it was in fact a bathroom, I quickly moved into the bathroom.

 

"Hey," The boy turned around, making me stop.

 

I repeated the action and mumbled shyly, "Hello."

 

"Are you Erin's friend?" He asked; he had the most gorgeous blue eyes ever.

 

I shook my head. "No, I'm here for Adam, quite sad really."

 

He laughed a set of perfect pearly white teeth. "Why is that?"

 

"I hate him." I said simply.

 

"That's not a nice thing to say." He replied, grinning. "I'm Carter."

 

"So you're the one that threw the cat in the cake." I laughed. "I'm Tessa."

 

"I'm allergic to those furrballs, plus he was hissing at me. I couldn't walk anywhere

without him scratching my feet." I laughed again. It was like I was in another body. I hadn't even recognized my own laugh. It was strange laughing, it had been so long; unless I laugh bitterly towards my parents but that was different.

 

"That's horrible!" I exclaimed, my comment echoing in the house. "Why was the cat there anyway?"

 

"Sent from the Devil I guess." I laughed; Carter stared at me and began laughing too.

 

"Your laughter is contagious."

 

I blushed. "Is that an annoying laugh?"

 

He shook his head. "No, it's very cute. How come I don't see you around school?"

 

"I don't know. I'm in the AP program, maybe." He nodded.

 

"That explains it. I'm not smart." We both laughed again. It was great, saying simple and

common sentences but laughing with almost every response. Footsteps bounded up the stairs; Chester, Joe, and Adam appeared.

 

Adam stared at me shocked. "Yo-you la-laughed!"

 

"Yes Adam she did." Carter muttered sarcastically, "Everyone can do it."

 

"Shut up Cartman." Adam glared. "You never laugh. You're like emo."

 

"I'm not emo." I snapped.

 

"Yeah Adam, she's not emo!" Joe said punching him in the ribs. "She's anorexic."

 

I turned pale; Chester and Carter looked at me strangely and Joe was grinning. "I'm not

anorexic."

 

"The hell you are!" Joe exclaimed. "Everybody's talking about it."

 

"Shut up Joe." Adam whispered.

 

"Are you gonna turn around and throw up?" Joe asked smugly, seeing the pained expression on my face.

 

"No." I said. I wish it was true. I thought. "I have to use the restroom, excuse me." I didn't wait for their reply and shut the door. I turned on the sink and pressed my ear against the door. After about ten minutes passing by, I turned towards the toilet, sticking my fingers down my throat and feeling the acid come out of my mouth and splash into the toilet.

Reviews

[Laura]

I read all the chapters that you have and I really like the story line. I like the characters and how Adam seems like a jerk, but underneath it, he seems to really care and it starts to show as the story progresses. I hope that this story keeps progressing, you have a great start here. : )

[Rosenthorn]

MORE. I love the chapters so far