Moving Things. Not Fun.

"Mark honey," Stella said pulling me out of the front bush. "How much have you been drinking. It looks like you slept out here in your underwear." She was half laughing as she said this. I looked around, I was in my boxers with a bottle of beer in my hand and the front window was broken. It looked like I feel threw it. I wonder how that works. "What are you doing here?" I asked feel very out of it. "Its been a week and you haven't called me. I got worried, I guess." She said walking me threw the front door. "I dont want people seeing my hot boyfriend in his tighty whities." She laughed. "I missed you," I manged to say in my confused state. She began to give me a lecture on how I needed to drink less. Then she asked me why I was drinking so much. I didn't really know the answer. Maybe it was I missed Bre. Or I just hated being alone. A big house, by myself. Im kind of like a 5 year old, I always have to be with someone.I told her this and she some how understood. (One thing I love about Stella. She always gets what Im trying to stay. Even if im just mumbling.) "How about I move in with you." Stella said her eyes glistening with happyness. "Breanna would kill me if I let you move in with us." I said a little disappointed. "Bre? She doesn't live her anymore!" Stella said confused. "Oh right," I said reminding myself of the past week. "Sorry, I guess im so use to making desisions with Bre in mind. Lets move your stuff in." We spent the whole day moving her things into the house. I never relized how small are house was until we had to move her things in. Maybe she just had a lot of stuff.Stella got her own room for all her things. She isn't sleeping there though. She's sleeping with me in my room, duh. I was just to lazy to make room in my room for all her things.(Like there's enough room anyways) That took the whole day until we went to bed. Which then I was awaken from my slumber at 11 am from a phone call from my little sister. She said something about missing my nagging and blah blah. She said she was gonna move back in. I wasn't gonna tell her about Stella moving in so I just said "Sure, I'll help you move your shit back into the house." Stella left after breakfeast to get paint for her room. And Bre came with her thing shortly after Stel left. We got Bre's room all back to normal, when Bre noticed all of Stel's stuff in the room across from her's. "MARK!" She yelled "Don't tell me that slut is moving in with us." "Sorry kiddo." I said messing up her hair "Stella's at the store getting paint for her room. Bre then continued to say how I was making a mistake but I didn't seem to listen. I gave her a lecture on what would happen if she hurt Stella or her things. Stella was home about 5 mintues after the convo Breanna and I had.We painted Stella's room purple. And we were going to paint the ceiling with stars. But I had to pee first. Not peeing all day is bad for you bladder. When I was in there, I could hear yelling between Bre and Stella. Im not really sure who started it. But I had to end it. I quickly washed my hands and was out to where the 2 girls were calling each other nasty names. "Mark, I cant belive you let this slut move in with us!" Bre said pointing towards Stella.

"Me the slut? Im not the one working as a stripper!" Stella responding to Bre.

"Speaking of jobs, Bre you can quit that job since there's no more baby." I said

"Bre isn't having a baby anymore. Im sorry." Stella said

"Are you saying I look like preggo?" Bre said insulted.

I kissed Stella before anyone could say anything. "Oh sure Mark, fuck Stella.Even though she hates your sister." Bre said. I got Stella working on the ceiling and went to check on Bre. She was pretty pissed at me. After a long convo with bre I told her I'd make it up to her. Stella's room was finished by the time we were done, and It was amazing. All I could think about was Bre, So Stel, helpped me figure out a way to make it up to her.........(I'll post about it later)..........