is there no peace in this house?

Really? Do children really do this? When I was three the boys would kick dirt in my eyes because I wanted to be the Yellow Ranger whenever they played with Power Rangers. I can't believe they would have this little boy pose romantically with this little girl. Look at the boy's facial expression, he's growling into her ear. Imagine how uncute this would be if they were fifty. He would be bald, greasy and giving her a six pack of cheap beer instead of flowers. She would have curlers in her hair, living at the local trailer park, and have already popped out seven kids. 

Our culture is so focused and driven on finding true love and being attractive that literally every magazine has at least one article telling me what to do. In small writing at the bottom if the article, it would usually state, "You should ultimately be yourself, if you're broke".

I was so frustrated with Charlotte as she sulked at the table while I was trying to do homework. She would pout her lips and occasionally sigh, basically demanding me to ask her what was wrong. Finally after five minutes of her behavior, I asked, "You seem upset. Everything all right?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess," Charlotte claimed as she tapped a pencil against the table, "I just can't believe Teddy is hanging out with Vanessa, again." 

I closed my book, everything just seemed too good to be true. Just as I was about to ask her in more detail what was wrong, Jacob's friend Ryan walked into the room. Ryan was the epitome of a SoCal Bro. When he isn't making an ass of himself at a party, he usually stands around with a beer in one hand, hoping something exciting comes along just so he can scream and demonstrate how much fun he is potentially going to have by ripping his tank top. He moved his Dodgers cap backwards and started scratching his untamable armpit hair. "Sup chicas?" Ryan grunted as he grabbed another beer from the fridge, "You guys down to shake a bowl with Jacob and me or what?" 

"We're a little busy," I smiled, trying to brush Ryan off. 

"You guys aren't busy," Jacob smirked as he also took a beer from the fridge, "You get homework everyday, you need a break. Unless you want to pay me $40, then I'll write your report." 

"Could you please chill?" Ryan pleaded, taking a swig of beer, "Just because it's 3:00 in the afternoon doesn't mean it's not a good time to shack." 

"I'm down," Charlotte rose from her chair, "You coming?" 

I shook my head, "Sorry, I would, but I've got shit to do."

"Lates," Ryan waved as the three of them went into Jacob's room. Just as I was about to start my homework again, Vanessa appeared in the kitchen, in her underwear. Seriously, did she not have time to put pants on? "Oh, hey," Vanessa chirped as she nabbed a water bottle, "What are you working on?" 

"Nothing of your interest," I explained, trying to hold my tongue, "What are you up to?" 

"Look, Teddy told me to come talk to you," She hissed, attempting to fix her eyeliner without a mirror, "We have to be friends, for Teddy's sake. I know we hate each other, but could you at least quite being yourself for two seconds and pretend to at least be nice? Wait, that sounded wrong, let's just quit the catty behavior and pretend to be friends, okay?" 

"Not okay," I mocked, imitating her high pitched, nasally voice, "We're not friends and we will never be friends. You think that just because you're dating Teddy again means-"

Vanessa cut me off before I could finish by slipping a $20 across the table, "Everyone has their price." 

As soon as she did that, Teddy walked into the room and sat at the table with us. "How are my two favorite girls doing?" 

Vanessa glared at me and I looked down at the $20. "Great!" I replied, "She was just telling me about her weekend." 

"Oh, cool," Teddy smiled, "So is Vanessa going to girls night?" 

Stupid, stupid Teddy. Why does he always do this to me? 

"Of course I am," Vanessa giggled, running her hand along Teddy's back. 

I knew this was going to be the girl's night from hell.