Antsy Rant

Chapter 1

She fiddled with her hair, twisting it round her finger franticly, tapping her toes as her gaze darted around the empty yard.

"What's up with you?" He asked, sitting on the railing beside her.

"Nothing." She snapped, not even looking his way.

"Nothing?" He inquired, tilting his head in hopes of catching her gaze.

"Yes nothing. I just feel shitty and I need to get out and do something just to stop feeling so fucking shitty. I need to get out and make out with some random boy so I can stop feeling so shitty and move on with my life." She rambled, tossing her head in annoyance.

"And making out with some random boy would make you feel less shitty?" He asked, not missing a beat.

"No… It'll probably make me feel more shitty later, but at least I'll get stupid shit off my mind and feel not so shitty for a little while." She replied quickly.

"So why don't you make out with me?" He asked, just as quickly.

Her gaze finally snapped to his.

"I thought that'd get you out of your ranting stage." He commented with a smirk.

She huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder and started walking, off the back deck and down the driveway.

"Aw c'mon." He said, his voice hinting at a whine.

"We're walking."

"Okay so let's walk."

"That's what we're doing isn't it?"

"If you say so."

So they continued to walk.

"I guess that's a no?" He quipped after a block's worth of silence.

She shot him a look and he went silent again, still smirking at her.

"Could you at least slow down a little?" He asked, unable to suppress an irritated tone.

She slowed her pace slightly, but he was still half jogging to keep up with her. Finally, he grasped her arms and turned her around to face him. She struggled for a moment before she finally settled, staring at him in annoyance.

"Are you done?" He asked. He was gazing at her with an eyebrow raised.

"No." She spoke with the tone of a grouchy four year old, but she was completely serious.

He frowned and she looked away, fidgeting.

"You look hot tonight." He said to her, smirking again.

She looked up at him with a look that clearly said that he wasn't doing much to improve her mood.

"Let's go for a drive or something." He offered, tilting his head and smiling at her.

"And do what?" She snapped with her usual stubbornness.

"I don't know. Get drunk and wake up in the middle of a park." He realeased her.
"What the hell? We'll find a few people who are as… antsy as you are and we'll find something to do. Okay?"

She sighed and slumped dramatically. "Let's go."

They ended up back at his place with a few of their friends. They sat together on a ratty couch, chatting animatedly. She sat beside him while he strummed his guitar and she talked, bouncing a tennis ball every now and then between her hands.

Something made her laugh and she tilted her head back. She fidgeted in her seat till she was turned nearly upside down. He got up to put his guitar away and she sprawled out across the couch. He smirked at her and sat in the little bit of space left beside her, and proceeded to lie across her stomach. They both looked quit comfortable and they each continued with their conversations.

Someone suggested a movie and they all moved into the other room with the TV and sat down. Someone switched off the lights and the movie started. Everyone was quiet as they watched. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She glanced at him with a curious smile and he just smiled back. They both turned their attention back to the movie.

He walked into the seemingly empty house and stared around at the silence for a moment. "Hello..?" He murmured quietly into the sleeping house.

He moved into the family room where she sat, still in her pajamas, sleeping, with a half full cup of coffee in her hands. He checked his watch.

"Fifteen minutes… I can do that." He thought, taking the cup out of her hands and placing it on the table.

He scooped her up in his arms and proceeded to carry her up the stairs and into her room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest, still half sleep.

"C'mon now… wake up sleepy head." He coaxed.

"Mm-mm…" She murmured.

He placed her on her feet in her room and she wobbled slightly. He held her shoulders to keep her steady and looked her in the eye. She was still asleep, he concluded, sighing and opening her closet. He rummaged through before pulling out a tee-shirt and then began sorting through her dresser to find a pair of jeans. He threw both on top of her sleepy head and she finally seemed to awaken enough to speak.

"What the-?" she grumbled.

"Get dressed; brush your hair, put on some make up and whatever else you do. Ten minutes, go." He instructed, tapping his watch and leaving the room. He shut the door and waited.

He heard some muffled footsteps padding through her room and she came out a few minutes later, nearly knocking into him stepping back in surprise, nearly tripping down the stairs before he caught her arms and steadied her somewhat.

"Do I need to carry you again?" he asked, smirking.

"Would you mind?" She asked, completely serious.

He simply laughed and walked out the door with her on his tail.

"Remind me why we take the bus…" she mumbled, rubbing her temples sleepily.

"Because you don't drive, or pay for gas… and I'm not rich, unfortunately for us all."

"Oh." She mumbled in reply.