Changed For Who, Missy [black authors fiction txt] 📗

another girl, but im not his girlfriend, im his best friend. I got off the swing, and made my way back to my house, so I could go try and figure everything out. When I got home the sky was starting to turn black, and I stopped in front of the house, and decided to go in the backyard. I got back there, and went over to the tree and climbed up it, and went into our old abandon tree house. I haven’t been up here for years. I got up there, and looked out through the window peering at the moon and starts.
“ Ty, you up their?” I heard Clay. I looked over at the opening of the floor, and saw Clay climbing through. He looked at me, and smiled. “ Man I haven’t been up here for years!” he laughed sitting down next to me and looking around.
“ Ditto,” I whispered.
“ What are you doing up here anyways?” he asked.
“ I just felt like I needed to go somewhere where I needed to think, you know?” I asked looking over at him.
“ Im here Ty,” he whispered.
“ I know Clay…”
“ Then why don’t you ever talk to me?”
“ It’s not that I don’t want to its just… I don’t want to be so much of a bother…” I said sounding stupid.
“ Tereschia, you will never be a bother to me.”
“ Clay you’re a seventeen year old teen. You should be going out and having fun, not being home watching your baby sister,” I said shaking my head.
“ But I do go out, and bring my baby sister with me,” He smirked. I slapped his arm.
“ Im serious Clay! I feel like im taking away your teen years.”
“ You’re not Ty,” he said. We looked at one another, and I sighed. “ Ty if I didn’t have you I would be miserable.”
“ Hm..” I grumbled.
“ Your so stubborn Ty,” he laughed. I looked at him and smiled.
“ Oh I know,” I laughed. He rolled his eyes. “ Wanna shoot some hoops?” I asked. He nodded his head, and we jumped out of the tree, and raced for the ball. I ran underneath him and grabbed it and made a shot. “ Hell yeah baby!” I yelled. He started laughing, and we played basketball for about an hour, and I laid on the concrete, and wiped the sweat off my face.
“ You play like a guy!” Clay wined walking into the house.
“ Gawd your such a pansy!” I yelled at him.
“ blah. Blah.” I heard him grumble before he went into the house. I started laughing, and I shortly went into the house. When I walked in I saw everyone in the front room except for Art.
“ Do any of you have homes?” I asked walking into the kitchen.
“ Nope,” Gabe said.
“ Clay!” I yelled. He came from around the corner, and smiled. “ Clay we have four stray dogs on our couch,” I gasped pointing at them. I heard the guys gasp and tried to act insulted, and clay chuckled. “ Im going to sleep…” I said walking up the stairs.
“ The dogs are spending the night here!” Clay said.
“ Wonderful!” I replied.
“ Have you seen Art?” Clay asked.
“ he went home I guess,” I said walking into my room and then I shut the door. I got on my computer and saw someone instant message me.
FootBall4Life- Heyyy
Ty1201- What do you want?
FootBall4Life- Gawd your so hostile!
Ty1201- Ryan… You have made my life hell for so long. Why in the world would I be suddenly nice to you.
FootBall4life- Cant we start new?
Ty1201- What are you trying to do? What evil plan are you trying to come up with?
FootBall4Life- You hurt me.
Ty1201- And you pissss me off.
FootBall4life- What’s up with the Alec guy in our biology class?
Ty1201- Why do you ask?
FootBall4Life- It’s just… He acts like your his gf.
Ty1201- he does not!
FootBall4Llife- Does too.
Ty1201- How?
FootBall4Life- Have you seen the way he looks at you?
Ty1201- No, because I don’t like him, and I actually hate his guts.
FootBall4Life- Good.
Ty1201- … Good?
FootBall4Life- I don’t like the guy… AT ALL
Ty1201- Your weird.
Football4Life- I know, So you think we can try and start off clean?
Ty1201- Why?
Ty1201- I know you’re up to something and I am NOT going to be stupid enough to fall for it.
FootBall4Life- I guess you’re not as stupid as I thought you were.
Ty1201- I hate you.
FootBall4Life-I love you too Ty!
I signed off, and felt like I was about to kill something. I got up from me seat, and ran down the stairs, and saw Troy sitting on the couch closest to me. The four guys looked up at me, and I looked down at Troy, and brought my hand up and hit him so hard in his shoulder, he let out a cry.
“ Are you… CRAZY!?” He asked sitting up. I hit him again, and he grinned. “ Fine bring it on,” he laughed. He lunged for me, and we tackled to the ground, and I felt him hit my side, and I bit my lip, and I brought my knee up and hit him where the sun don’t shine, and I hit him in the stomach, and rolled onto of him, and brought my fist up and was about to hit his face but stopped, and I stood up.
“ I feel better,” I muttered. I looked over and saw troy on the ground with his eyes clothes.
“ Im in pain,” he whispered. I laughed.
“ I was in a bad mood and needed to hit something,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“ Something! Not someone!” He cried. I shrugged my shoulders, and walked up the stairs.
“ What was all that noise?” Clay asked walking out of the bathroom.
“ I need a punching bag.”
“ How bad is it?”
“ not as bad as last time,” I grinned. He started laughing and I heard him walking down the stairs. I got into my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing washed away ripped jeans, a nickleback shirt, and my hair was up in a messy bun. i acted like a total dude. I sighed, and sat down on my bed, and I felt my phone vibrating.
“ People just love talking to me today don’t they?” I muttered flipping my phone open. “ Hm Hello?” I asked.
“ Hey Ty,” Art said.
“ Oh Art, hi,” I muttered.
“ Are the guys spending the night?” I nodded my head. Why did I nod my head? He can’t see me… stupid. Stupid!
“ Um yeah they are,” I said laying down on my bed.
“ Ty open your window,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, and got off my bed, and opened my window, and reached their hands out towards me, and I jumped back tripping over my feet, and fell on the ground and groaned. I looked up and saw Art climbing through my window.
“ What the hell….” I stopped when I saw Art’s face. “ Art?” I whispered standing up. He looked at me, and I took another step closer to him, and lightly touched his bruise cheek. “ Who hit you?” I whispered.
“ I got in a fight with my dad,” he muttered.
“ What happened?”
“ Hemp… Him and my mom where fighting and he called my mom and idiot, and I got pissed and bad mouthed him, and he hit me in the face, and I just left. I didn’t want the guys to see me like this though,” he said the last part in a whisper. I didn’t know what to say.
“ I- Im sorry Art,” I muttered. I walked over to my bed, and grabbed a blanket and pillow and put it on the floor, and locked my door, and laid down on the floor. Art stood their looking down at me.
“ What are you?”
“ Sleep on the bed Art,” I said pulling the blanket over me.
“ Im not taking your bed away from you!” he muttered.
“ Go!” I hissed. He sighed, and laid on my bed, and I turned around and closed my eyes.
“ Thank you Ty,” I heard him whisper before I fell asleep. The next morning Art left before the guys new anything, and came through the front door like nothing happened, and so did i. I just stayed up in my room the whole day because I felt tired, and I didn’t feel like doing anything, so I just slept all day and watched Bleach, and Death Note all day. I was not looking forward to Saturday. Im not going to climb up a tree this time.. I only did it though, because they all made a plan to ambush me, and to get hit by six people at one time hurts like a witch…. Oh god I better write my will tonight before I die tomorrow.
When I die, make sure that Clay continues to feed our five stray dogs, and that they all stay out of my room, and not touch my crap, because if they do I will come back and haunt all their stupid asses.
Love always,
Ty ;)

Chapter six-
“ Oh god,” I muttered rolling around in my bed. I laid their taking a deep sigh. Today is going to be disastrous. I can feel it in my bones! I should of never agreed to going paint balling. I looked at the clock. It was eleven. We are leaving at one. I groaned, and crawled out of bed. I like seriously crawled. I crawled into my bathroom, and then reluctantly stood up and turned the shower on, and stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower. I stood underneath the warm water, and washed my face trying to become awake. I put shampoo in my hair, and then stood there for a couple of minutes, and put more shampoo in my hair. I stopped and shook my head.
“ I already did that,” I muttered putting the shampoo back and grabbing the conditioner. After I finished washing my hair I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around myself, and walked into my room, and sat on my bed yawning. I cannot wake up this morning. I slouched over, and staggered to my closet, and pulled out a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a black tank top. It was going to be hot out today. I slipped on black cow boy boots, and brushed my hair out. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair actually looked nice. The curls where not too out of place for once. I let out a laugh, and stretched out my arms. I looked at my makeup and I didn’t feel like putting any on today. I grabbed my black think north face before I walked out of my room. All black today. Im happy with that. I started walking downstairs, and I heard all this ruckus, and I walked into the front room, and stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at our fifty two inch flat screen TV with a freaking crack in the center of it. I slowly turned my head and saw a the six idiots standing their looking at me.
“ Who…” I stopped, and saw the Wii remote on the ground next to the TV. “ Who did it?” I hissed. They all pointed to one another. I clenched my jaw, and closed my