Sometimes Say Never (Rayce)

She's standing in my doorway totally destroying my jam session.

"What do you want, Jayce? Can't you see I'm totally depressed in here?" I strike my airguitar and glare at her.

"You have a date to prom." She answers, with a dumbfounded look in her eye.

She stares at the rows and rows of pictures on my walls. Victoria Justice, Megan Fox, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Miley Cyrus... all the girls I'm hoping I will go to prom with. 

"Who is it? Cyrus?"

"Try Javier."

"Ramona?" I pause for a second, "Ewww! Cooties!" I strike a fetal position and Jayce smiles.

"You sure didn't care about cooties when you were making out with her a second ago." She rebounds, her mousy little eyes peering into the retinas of mine, waiting for me to reply.

Like a cobra.

"How- Why- how do you know? What, are you some kind of stalker extraordinare? Watching me twenty-four seven?"

"She told me, stupid."

"Oh. Did she like it?"

She stamps her foot, "Gross, Rayce! I don't think I would have the mental strength to ask without dying with laughter!"

"Whatever. I'm sexy, babe!" I rotates my hips then assume a Spongebob voice, "TAKE IT AROUUUUUUUUUUUUND TOWWWWWWWN!" I scream.

"Shut up, Rayce! Mom will think we're in here inbreeding!"

"WHOOOOO-HOOOOO! Mom, Jayce is-" I tease.

"SHUT UP!" She screams louder.

"Then go away!" I order, still rotating my hips.

"Fine! You're so immature!" She begins walking out the door and down the hall.

"At least I don't party all night!" I call.

That hits a raw nerve.

"All I wanted was a little fun!"

"Well a little fun led Mom to almost having a heart attack! I would have loved to be an only child!"

"So you want me gone? Fine. I'll be gone."

She walks down the hall and I hear her grab Mom 9mm gun.

 

I then hear the front door slam.