I turn up the music and nod my head to the beat.
“Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings!” I shout
“Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.” He shouts back.
“Blinded by me you can’t see a thing!”
“Just call my name cuz I’ll hear you scream!”
“Guitar solo!” We both shout. We start playing air guitar back to back. When the song finishes he tickles my sides and throws me down on the couch.
“Smashing my dreams huh?” I say.
“Absolutely.” He replies sitting down.
“More like making them.” I grin back.
“No argument about twisting your mind?”
“I know you do that.” I stick my tongue out at him and he laughs. I put my head against his chest as he tucks his arm around me. Best Day Ever, I think happily. A loud crash interupts my zen.
“What the Hell was that!” I scream.
“Probably just my parents.” He replies. “Dad!”
“Some one’s coming upstairs.” I whine hearing the creaking steps.
“It’s alright, Em. Mom? Dad?”
“Neither.” A voice says. Other than the gun’s click-BANG, that voice is the last thing I hear.