Lava Lamp Kisses and Burnt Skin

“I don’t appreciate that tone young lady.” My mother scolded. Today was not my day.
“Mom, I got an A- on my midterm for Psych 215. That’s the highest score he’s had in that class since he started teaching there.” I said back. Yeah, mom is one of those moms. You know, the ones that thinks you should get an A+ on everything, and anything less is an atrocity.
“You can do better than that, Taylor. Maybe if you studied more than work at that God awful coffee shop, maybe you would’ve gotten an A+.” She retorted back.
“You mean the one that pays for my college?” I said. This can’t be happening right now.
“Mom, please. Leave her alone. She’s doing fine on her own.” My older Brother, Sam, said smiling. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He sat down at the table, in between my mom and me. He gave me a look and then looked at mom.
“I don’t appreciate how you’re okay with this Samuel. Your sister is failing college and you’re okay with this.” Mom was always so over-dramatic.
“She’s not failing college.”
“I’m not failing college.” We said at the same time.
“Whatever. I’m going upstairs and I better not see that misfit crew you bring in here making terrible sounds again.” Mom warned before disappearing from the kitchen. I sighed and laid my head down on the table.
“Why? Why does every little thing I do, not good enough for her?” I said. I heard him sigh. “She was never like this with you.”
“Don’t be silly. When she heard that I was in a band, she flipped. Claiming that I was doing drugs every night and banging at least 5 chicks. At the same time.” I heard him laugh. “And you and I both know that those five ‘ladies’ are on one hand.” I giggled.
“I don’t need to know what you do in your personal time.” I slapped his arm.
“Hey I have an idea. Why don’t you come to practice with me tonight? You know, to get rid of the stress here.” I thought about it.
“Sure. Why not?” I said getting up.
“Great! Practice is at 7:30! Be ready by 6:45!” He yelled at me.
“I’ll be ready by 6:46 than!” I yelled back. I heard him laugh. Tonight was going to be good, and I was going to make damn sure, nothing was going to come in between of that.
(45 minutes later)
“You ready yet?!” I heard. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and felt accomplished. My baggy eyes were nowhere to been seen. My blue eyes were hiding behind black eyeliner and my outfit was on point. Shorts, a black wife beater, a red flannel over it, and my converses. My red hair was straighten and a black beanie was sitting atop my head. I smiled at the job I've done, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. My brother was already in the car listening to whatever was playing on his phone when I got in. I buckled my seatbelt and he backed out of the driveway.
“Took you long enough.” He joked. I rolled my eyes and prepared for the long 15 minute drive.
“You know, the guys are gonna flip when I bring you over. We haven’t really had any girls at a practice in a while. Be prepared for them to gawk, gavel, and stare at Prince Ali!” He started singing. I smacked his arm and rolled my eyes. My brother and I are very close. Ever since my dad died, he’s been my rock. He understood that I was trying my best and no matter what, he was there for me.
“I still can’t believe her! It’s like ever since dad died, she’s been up my ass. I just don’t understand why she isn’t the same way with you.” I looked at him. He sighed as he turned left.
“I know why. It’s because I don’t let it get to me. She knows that I don’t take her shit. You just need to let it go.” He said, looking at me while stopped at a stop sign.
“Don’t even start with that song. You know I can’t stand that movie.” Yes, I do not like Frozen.
“Which I will never understand by the way.” He said as we were pulling into the drive way. “It’s a great movie!” He exclaimed. He turned off the car, and I hopped out. The house was huge. Not what was I expecting for a ‘garage band.’ He grabbed his bag out of the backseat and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“You ready for this?” He asked. I took a deep breathe.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Notes

There you guys go! I'm trying to write chapter 2, but I've got whatever my mom and dad had, so I'm trying. Hope you guys like it! Sorry it's short ):
Much love,
Kenly