By the time we got home I was beat. I didn’t want to lift another finger, not that I had to. The help at Lucy’s house was more than happy to do everything and anything for us, and even though her mother was away and I was free to roam the house I wanted nothing more than to just go to my room and check my phone. I knew already that there would be messages from my parents that would upset me, but maybe if Blake left some messages as well it would in a way cancel each other out. Lucy however had other things on her mind. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she mentioned me painting her toes.
“You smudged again!” she screamed. It wasn’t a mad scream. It was a scream full of giggles that went along with a kick that almost did enough damage for Lucy to owe me a new nose.
“Ouch!” I screamed grabbing my nose. “Why don’t you just have someone professional do it?”
“Because it’s more fun this way!” she squealed as she grabbed the remote to turn Taylor Swift’s terrible voice louder.