Tg-Ar-Stories

I never really was the type of person who got along with their parents. Now, before you even TRY and say anything like “Oh well most teenagers don't!”, well, the fact is i'm not like those guys. I really dislike my parents; even though they are really nice people, who do a lot for me. I suppose i'm just ungrateful, but I couldn't give a damn to be honest. Once i'm older, i'll move out and never have to bother with them again. So, my mom has this friend, who's daughter used to babysit me when she was younger.. Her name's Jennifer, and to be honest I get along with her much better then my actual parents. Whenever I was a kid she'd ba

After around half an hour or so she came back, a bowl full of strawberries and another bowl filled with melted chocolate. She placed it on the couch in between us, sitting cross-legged in front of me. She seemed a little eager for me to eat them though; she insisted for a while I should. “Come on Bobby, have a strawberry.” “Ah, I will, eventually.” “Naww, come on. They're really good, I promise!” “I believe you, really. Just..” “Comeeeeee onnnnnn~” She giggled a little, taking one of the strawberries and placing it in the chocolate, twirling it in the chocolate for a minute before holdin

“What the hell?! Did you do this to me?!” Jennifer giggled before nodding, standing to her feet. I stood too; although I was a little shorter then she was now. It was odd having to look up slightly at her. I stood there, looking really angry but she just smiled at me. Urgh, I mean she was a really nice person, but what she'd done; how odd I felt right now...everything was just wrong! And her fault to boot! “Why? Why did you?!” “Oh, I have my reasons. Look, if it bothers you why don't you go ring your parents and tell them? I'll even back you up.” I found it odd at what she'd said, but I wasn't going to lose t