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What Even is a Squib? by music_love_fred
Chapter 9 : The Sleepover
 
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"We should go to the store," Gemma suggests.

"What would we get there?" I ask.

"Oh, I just want to look around." We get up and I follow her out to the door. "Wait!" I shout. I grab my coat and slip my feet into my tennies.

I run up to her and see her texting. "Will?"

"Who?" she asks. "Oh! Yeah. Been texting me all day." She looks away from me.

"So, what are we gonna get?" I try to start a conversation.

"I don't know. Food? I kinda want some salty chips and Hershey's. You?" There goes that phone again.

"You know what I've never told anybody?"

"What?"

I pick up a strand of my hair and confess, "I hate my hair colour."

"What? Why? I love your hair!" she yells. Gemma looks at it.

"I hate it. The majority of the people in my family have this colour. It makes me feel like I'm in the circus. If you went to one of our reunions or our Christmas dinner, you'd see so many redheads, you'd probably shit yourself."

"Wow. So, are you going to piss about it, or are you going to do something?" she smiles evily.

I smile and we hurry to the store.

 

"I'm thinkin' brown." I pick up a box of brown hair dye.

Gemma takes it and says, "Brown? Do something edgy. Like... Black. Dark, dark black. Your parents will fuckin' flip out." She cracks up.

"I don't want to make them too mad." I grab a box of blonde colour.

"I'll bet that is will be the most ballsy thing you've ever done. We can get the one that comes out in a month." She laughs and takes the box of 'midnight black' and goes to the food aisle.

She stops at an aisle of sex stuff and womanly needs. "Have you ever taken a pregnancy test?" she asks out of nowhere.

"No. Have you?" Why would she want one?

Gemma picks up a box of two. "No. I just wonder what it'd be like. We should get this. It's got two in it. And it's five dollars."

"You mean pounds?" I ask.

"Yeah, what-freaking-ever. Come on, lets check out."

Gemma gets some chocolate covered pretzels and potato chips. I hand her the money and we leave. On the way back to my house, we plan our night. We are going to dye the hair, hide from my parents, eat, hide, watch some movies, keep my hair hidden, and lastly, hide from my parents. They will either: a) change my hair back; or b) kill me. I'm hopin' for a, myself.

When we get home, we hurry into the bath room downstairs. I strip to my bra and let Gemma put the dye into my hair. She squirts it and some hits the floor and some hits my neck and bra. Maybe this was a terrible idea.

When she's done, we wash it out and let it air dry. She won't let me look into the mirror until its all dry.

While I wait, we watch Degrassi: Season 42. It's so lame. The whole show is the Degrassi: The Next Generation's kids.

"Oh my god, it's so amazing," Gemma says randomly. She touches my hair. "'It's just about dry."

"Can I please look?" I whine.

She sighs, "I guess."

"Yay!" I get up and go to the body mirror on my door. "Ho. Ly. Shit. It looks so wicked!" I reach up and feel my hair. It's sleek and very dark. I can't believe its mine.

"Looks awesome, right?" Gemma asks.

"Yeah. It looks very good. What do you say we do the tests?" Gemma gets up and takes the test. "The coast is clear!" I run to the toilet and lock the door. Gemma opens the box and hands me a test. I turn towards the door as she does her test.

"It takes three minutes," I tell her. She stands up and sets it on the counter.

I take my test and set it next to Gemma. She's biting her nails and looks actually... worried?

"Gemma, what's wrong?" I ask. "You can tell me anything."

She blinks in the mirror and wipes a tear. Why the hell is she crying? "I can't tell you this," she snifles between her words.

"Yes, you can. Is it Will?" I ask. Maybe she thinks she's pregnant? But, she's never done it. Right?

Gemma shakes her head. "It's nothing." She picks up her test and says, "Mine's negative." I hear her whisper, "Thank God."

"What was that?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing."

I walk over to her. "You know you can trust me. No matter what. I won't judge you if you shagged Will."

"No, you will judge me," her words get interupted from the crying and even more snifling.

"Why? Kiki's done it with loads of guys." Now, why the hell can't she tell me?

"You just can't know!" she yells at me. "I haven't done it with Will. It was someone else, okay? Will is just a cover up." Gemma throws away the test and storms to my room. I follow her. I find her texting.

She puts her phone down. "I need a drink."

Gemma gets up and closes the door. Right when she leaves, her phone vibrates. I pick it up and read: thank god! i cant believe lily believed u about the tests! oooh baby i want u so bad right now. u shud ditch her and get yo ass in my bed where it belongs.
Blech. That's disgusting. Why would you talk like that? Just, gross.

Her messaging is on chat. I read what she sent before that: My test was negative. You're not a father, so you can stop pissin your pants.
I hear Gemma coming back in the hallway. I read the name of her texter, Big Boy, and put the phone in the spot she left it.

"Did I get a message?" she asks.

I tell her that it went off but I just stopped the blinking. I didn't read it.

Gemma laughs at the message and bites her lip as she replies.

"What do you say we watch movie?" I try to lighten the mood with a comedy.

"What about a romance?" she asks.

"Hmmm." I get up and look at my small collection of movies. I pick up a movie called, The Light. "Have you seen this?" I ask and show her the movie.

"Nope. Is it good?"

"Yeah. It's really romantic," I say in a dreamy voice.

"Great! Let's watch it." She moves over on the bed and I lay next to her. She probably wants to watch this since she can't be with Big Boy. Whoever the hell that is. I bet Kiki knows.
 

 


When we're maybe halfway through the movie, Gem asks, "Can we stop watching the movie for a while?" I nod. "What should we do?" she asks.

"We should play a game!" I suggest. She giggles. Okay, maybe we shouldn't have drunk all those energy drinks...

"OMG! Let's play truth or dare," she tells me.

"Great idea!" I exclaim.

"This is gonna be so fun!!!" I yell.

"You go first."

"Okay! Truth, dun dun dun, or DARE?" I ask.

"Ummmm. Dare!" Gem announces.

"Let. Me. Think!" I put my hand on my chin as though I'm old and deep in thought. "I dare you to go put your bra in James's bed!" I put my hand to my mouth to hide my laughter.

"Ohmygawd! No. Wait, who's James?" she asks.

"My brother! Duh!!! Well, go on." I shove Gemma towards the door. She goes to James' room and takes off her shirt. She turns away from me and puts her bra under his pillow. I start to crack up and she puts her shirt back on. We stumble back to my room but collapse in the hallway. We laugh and crawl to my room.

"What size bra you wear?" I ask.

"D's!! Why?"

I shrug real big. "I don't know. I was justa wondrin'. Now, ask!!!"

"Okay. T-t-t-truth or d-d-dare!" Gem squeels.

"Truth!" I choose.

"Okay. Are you and Drake ever going to get to the cherry of the sundae?"

"Escuuuuse me?!" I try.

"You know! Done the nasty? Bumped uglies? Snake into the burrow?" I can see frustration in her eyes. "HAVE YOU AND DRAKE HAD SEX?" she screams into my face. I wipe her spit from my face.

"No!" I shout back. "I don't even know if we are. I'm only fourteen!

"Are you going to?"

"I just said that! Besides, how the hell should I know?! Truth or dare?"

"I'll do it too. Truth!" she says.

"Have you done it?" I ask.

Gemma giggles and hides her face in her hands.

"You have to tell!" I yell at her.

"I switch to dare," she says.

"You can't do that! That's a cheat!" I burp during my words.

"Okay. Okay! Yes."

"Yes, what?" I ask.

"Yes, I've fucked and I'm proud! I'm proud I'm not a virgin. I'm pro-ou-ou-oud." I look up at Gemma and see her face still hidden. She's got tears down her cheeks and she's crying.

"Gem, what's wrong?" I rub her shoulder.

"I'm such a whore, Lils. I, I'm so ashamed of myself. When, when I first did it, I thought that was going to be it. But, it just kept happening and happening and I don't even know why I kept doing it. I'm Catholic, for God's sake!" Gem's tears fall to her bare legs and her shoulders shake violently.

"Why?"
 

"Why am I Catholic?"

"No, why do you keep doing it?"

"I don't know. And I was so scared of what was going to happen when I took that test."

"The pregnancy test? Did you think you were pregnant?" Why won't she tell me?

Gem ignores my questions. She gets up and goes to the bathroom. She comes back in ten minutes all giddy and happy again. It's as though it never happened. "So, truth or dare!"

Did I miss something? "Dare."

"Good choice! I dare you to piss in a bottle and then-"

"Don't make me drink it!" I interupt her.

"No. I wouldn't do that! Wait. I change it. I dare you to melt some chocolate and put it all over the toilet!!!!" Gemma's mouth erupts with laughter and she falls to her side on the bed.

"That's so disgusting," I say, not as happy or hyper as earlier. Maybe I should grab another energy drink while melting the chocolate.

"Do it!" Gemma instructs.

I get up and go to the kitchen. I grab an energy drink and chug half of it. I shake as it slithers down my throat. I search the kitchen for some chocolate. I find a bag of milk chocolate chips hidden. I melt it in a small bowl. While it melts, I down the rest of my poison. I throw the can away and grab the bowl. I get Gem before heading to the bathroom.

"Wait," she stops me. "Let's put it on your parent's!"

I giggle and we walk quietly to their room. I sneak to the toilet and Gem follows. She puts her hands into the bowl and wipes chocolate on the seat. She finds a few chips that got forged together, and drops it in the water. She starts giggling and I shush her. We exit the bathroom when the toilet seat is almost all brown.

"That was amazing!" Gemma announces. She collapses onto the bed. "I'm so tired, Lily. Can we go to bed?"

"What?! I just drank that drink thing and you want to sleep? What the hell am I supposed to do while you sleep?!!!" I ask.

"Here." She hands me her phone before falling to bed.

 

"It's locked," I say. Sigh. I put the phone down and and search her bag for something to do. I find a short book. Well, I could fall asleep reading. I open the book and read the first sentence:

When Phillip touched me, I cried out in pleasure.


I throw down the book. What the hell?! Gemma reads naughty books? I hesitently pick it up again and continue reading.

 
** ***

 

I wake up the next morning at eight. I can't remember falling asleep. Probably during the movie sometime. I see that Gemma is still sleeping and her phone is on the floor.

I pick it up silently and try not to move the bed, so she doesn't wake up. It isn't locked anymore, for some reason. I figure out how to get to her messages and go to that chat thing. I read her and Big Boy's conversation. It goes like this:

He said all that stuff about ditching me and then this:



She said, 'I can't leave Lily lol.'

He said, 'yes u can'

She said, 'nopeee'

He said, 'its easy'

She said,  'Well, then you don't love her like I do.'

He said, 'if u loved her u wuldnt b doing this'

She said, 'You too!'

He didn't reply to that.

An hour after he last text, she said, 'Listen, I'm sorry. I can't come over tomorrow. Or anytime, okay? I don't want to do this anymore.'

He said after a while,  'what the fuck?'

She said, 'I hate this.'

He said, 'i know u love the sex. so dont stop'

She said, 'shut the hell up.'

And that's when the conversation ended. He sent more messages after that about being sorry and he loves her, but she never replied. Jesus, I really want to know who this doucher is.

I hear footsteps outside my door, so I put the phone down and pretend to sleep. My door opens and my mom says, "Lily, wake up. I made pancakes." She walks over to me and stops suddenlu. "LILY LUNA POTTER. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?! Oh, you are definately not getting that portable phone thing, now!"

Gemma and I both wake up at that point. We look up into my mum's face which has turned bright red.

"Harry! Come look at what your stupid daughter did to her hair!!" Dad rushes in. He sees my hair and his face turns angry almost as fast as mom's turned red.

"What the fuck did you do?" His words are calm and slow but they feel like a slap. I've never heard my dad cuss before. My eyes wet but I blink it away. "I'm reversing this." He pulls out his wand.

I get up and yell, "No! She's a muggle!"

"I don't care! Why did you dye your hair?" He points the wand at my head.

Gemma says, "Muggle? Wait, you guys are wizards?"

We all freeze and look at her. What the hell?

"Woah. Lily! Your dad's name is Harry, right?" I nod. "Holy shit! How come I never put this together before? Your dad is Harry Potter!"

Gemma approaches dad and shakes his hand. She says, with a huge smile, "I'm such a big fan of yours!"

"How do you know who I am?" he asks with a big question mark on his face.

"My aunt, of course. She used to tell me and my brothers stories about you when we were little." The obvious seems to reach Gemma's brain, for she says, "Lily, why don't you go to Hogwarts?"

None of us answer her. After a minute of awkward silence mom says, "Lily's a squib."

A tear hits my cheek. Gemma touches my shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry. But look at it this way: If you went to Hogwarts, you'd never have met me or Drake or Kiki."

I smile at this thought. That is true. "Thanks."

"I forgot about your hair!" Dad says after I hug Gemma. He gets his wand up again.

"No!" I shout again. "You're not changing it back!"

"Honey, we have to. Just think of what your grandma will say," mum says calmly.

"I don't give a shit," I say.

Dad interupts, "Don't cuss."

"I hate looking exactly like every other cousin. I want to be my ownself." Okay, now I sound really, really lame.

"Lily, you can't keep your hair like this! You're not!" Mum just doesn't understand. She must like being unoriginal.

"Shut up. This will wash out in a month. Just leave it be!" I leave and walk to the bathroom. I close the door. After I use the toilet, I find only Gemma in my room. She's texting. Woah, shocker there.

"Who ya textin'?" I ask. I change into jeans and a t-shirt. Gemma's still got on short, I mean short, sleep shorts and a sports bra. Don't think we're lesbos, It just gets hot having two girls share a bed at night...

Okay, that sounds extremely dirty and bad, but we're not!

"Nobody," she says.

"Must be somebody. Why do you think you need to keep it a secret from me?"

"Oh. My. God. Are we really back to this? Jesus, Lily." Gemma gets up and starts changing. "I just can't tell you. Quit being stubborn about it. I really, really, really frickin' want to. I just can't."

"Okay," is all I can reply.

 

 







AN: So I really have like nothing to say about this chapter. The part where Lily is reading Gemma's text is so monotonous and boring because, I was being really lazy. Also, the whole Truth or Dare part was not originally in this chapter. I added it to give myself time for the next chapter. It was going to be its own chapter, but this works. Please leave a review!! And maybe give me ideas for the next chapter? I'm having really bad writer's block. It's the Weasley's Christmas dinner and Lily gets into a little fight thing with Fred and storms off, and that's when the writer's block comes. So, please help! 
 

 
 
 
 


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