{((Sinister Thoughts))}i{((Part 4))}

[Well, this one is a little bit longer, or average sized, to make up for the shortness of part 3. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in the first one... this stoy is:

RATED: Teen, for semi-adult situation and vulgar language

So enjoy... and comment!]

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After driving for a few minutes, the four girls reached the heaven to food. In the car, on the way to the store, Charrette and Reesa had already called carts. The two jumped out of the car and right into their own carts. Sinister locked her car and followed Billie toward the two girls sitting in their carts.

“To the store!” Charrette and Reesa shouted, striking dramatic poses, pointing to the store with one hand.

Sin and Billie looked at each other briefly before they ran off, Sin pushing Charrette and Billie pushing Reesa, this earned various curses from the two cart-girls. The four rushed into the store, splitting up into different aisles. Many boxes of Pop-Tarts were shoveled into the cart of Charrette and Sinister.

“Get the s’mores box!” Charrette shouted.

Sinister pushed Charr, running. Charrette ran her hand along the aisle of Pop-Tarts and other snacks, dragging them into the cart with her. Random shrieks and curses could be heard from the aisle next to them. From the other end of the aisle Billie, pushing Reesa, came running down, their cart nearly full.
“To the frozen goods!” Billie exclaimed, pushing Reesa and leading Sinister’s cart.

“Hey! That was my line!” Charrette retaliated.

Again they ran down the aisle opening the freezer doors and throwing random items at either Charrette or Reesa, the person in their cart. Eggo waffles and various flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream were only a couple of the things shoveled into the carts.

“Ready?” Charr asked, cramped in with the many snacks.

“Hmm…” Sinister pushed in some packages of Ramen, “I’m pretty much set for my food.”

“Okay. Wait, we’re shopping for food for MY house, right?” Charrette asked confused, she could be a little dense at times.

“Yep,” Sin said smiling, as Billie and Reesa broke out in fits of laughter.

“Agh, now my brain hurts! Whatever…” Charrette muttered, rubbing her temples.

Unfortunately, the market’s manager made Charrette and Reesa get out of the carts because he wouldn’t let them take the food until they got out. After causing quite a scene and a mini debate the two girls emerged from their seats in the grocery carts.

“That fucking manager, the son of a bitch!”

Reesa had been ranting on about how much she hated “that fucking manager.” Most people would think she
just really liked him, but Sinister, Charrette, and Billie knew the truth. When Reesa rants on about hating someone, she really does hate them. When she likes a guy, she’ll end up flirting with him. The IHOP incident is an example.

The girls had been at Charrette’s house for a little while now. They had finished watching the heart-throb, Jack Skellington, and decided to get dressed for the party. Jake and his friends had left to get to the party a little early. Together, the girls made their way upstairs to Charr’s room. Out of one of her many drawers, Charrette pulled out some make up. Basically, it was just some different colors of eye liner and some lip-stick/lip gloss.

“Okay…hmm… here it is! Sinister, you are wearing these clothes!” Reesa said, pulling out a shirt and some jeans out of the clothes bag she left a Charr’s earlier that day.

“No way! There is no chance of me wearing that!” Sinister replied.

After ten, or so, minutes Sin walked into Charrette’s bathroom. A few frustrated groans were heard before Sinister came out. She was wearing a tight, short, and low-cut black wife beater. Three words you don’t use to describe Sin’s clothing. Unless they are attached to un, not, and never. But of course… these are Reesa’s clothes. And the jeans Sinister was wearing were tight and extremely low-rise, showing off her black, curved barbell belly-button piercing.

“Oh my god! It’s perfect, absolutely perfect!” Reesa called out as Sinister walked out.

Sinister simply grumbled, rolled her eyes, and grabbed a stick of black eye liner and a stick of red. She lined her eyes, thickly, with the black eye liner and smudged some red at the bottom and top of her eye lids. This made a perfect match to the red letters, on the black wife beater, spelling out MASSACRE across it.

After about one more hour it was time to go to the party. Luckily, everyone was dressed and ready. Reesa was wearing a fitted red Warning logo Green Day shirt, making her dark blonde hair seem brighter. Charrette was wearing a Clandestine sunrise hooded shirt. Billie wore a tight grey Corpse Bride tee over a plain black long-sleeve shirt. Sinister grabbed her black hoodie, that Charrette had been borrowing for a little while, that was covered in random zippers. She also slipped on her red guitar pick necklace as they all walked toward Sinister’s car.

It was only a couple of minutes later that they had begun to drive to the party, while they sang along to The Academy Is. As they turned the corner, Pink Floyd could be heard blasting down the street.

“Here we are,” Billie said, stating the obvious.

Before Sinister could even turn off the engine, Charrette and Reesa had already leaped out of the car. Both headed to the party in search of someone. Behind the two, walked Sinister and Billie. Neither had a guy they NEEDED to see or a particular reason to be at the party. Well, besides friends and music.

“Let’s just stick together and listen to the band play.” Billie stated.

“Good idea,” Sinister agreed, linking arms with Billie.

Still lined at the arms, the two headed to the couch in the house’s basement. The band playing all night, Compromised Heartache, sucked. It was just Sinister’s luck that right then something, or someone, caught Billie’s eye.

“Sin, is that… Riley?!” Billie asked, squinting at a boy across the room with extremely dark red hair, nearly dark brown and hazel eyes covered by black-rimmed emo glasses; that were nearly identical to the black-and-white-rimmed ones Billie wore.

“Umm…” Sin squinted also, “yep.”

“Bye Sin, sorry for leaving you.”

“It’s fine. Go fuck your lover.”

With that command Billie ran off toward Riley and they began talking. Ever since they worked together on a lab for chemistry, they’ve been an unofficial couple. As in they both know the other likes them back, but they both are still afraid of being rejected.