The Coco Quinn Guide

I couldn’t sleep. I say that like it is something new. It isn’t. I can never sleep. Ever. I’ve tried everything. I’ve counted sheep. I’ve drank warm milk. I’ve watched t.v. I’ve read books to bore myself to sleep but it’s no good. No matter how hard I try I can never get to sleep.

It isn’t really much of a problem. I never do get tired. I only really notice it when other people are sleeping. Now I know most people sleep every night. But I mean when people are in my room sleeping. Ana was asleep in my bed, her hair falling all around the pillow like a dark water fountain with added curl. She looked so peaceful. I couldn’t wake her. Snoring on the floor was Tony. He wasn’t allowed in my bed. Kellin says boys get funny ideas.

I decided to get up. I got out of bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I went to the cupboard under the sink and grinned. I got out my cleaning box and took it to the sitting room. I set it down on the table and sighed. This was my box. No one else’s. everything was colour coded.K ellin did it for me. It’s completely organised. There was something satisfying knowing that the cleaning you’re doing, shining up something which may have stayed filthy is being done by colour coded cleaning products.

I went to start by rearranging the cushions so the patterns were all facing the right when I stopped. What?! There seems to be something on my couch. A person shaped something. A I lock girls in cupboards something. Just what is Mike Fuentes doing on my couch, making a mess?! This isn’t even his house! I mean sure Vic is here with Kellin but that’s different! Vic had an invite!

I looked at him and saw him scrunch himself up. He doesn’t look too happy. Now you mention it he seems to be sweating quite a lot too. I don’t know if I like this. His face is contorted with something. Pain? Horror? I think Mike is having a nightmare. Now I’m starting to feel sorry for him. This isn’t good considering I’m supposed to be pitying him.

What could Mike possibly be scared of? He’s always so tough and asshole-esque. I’m sure Vic would know. I’ll have to remember to ask him. It could be anything. Ghosts? No. I don’t see why he’d be scared. His personality and ghosts are both transparent. They have too much in common. Spiders? No. He’s like one big spider himself. He’s a mess of limbs and sweat. Perhaps he’s scared of Vic. Ha. No way. I don’t think anyone is scared of Vic.

But his cousin, now that’s an idea. I know Kellin is terrified of her. She made him a scrapbook. It had a lock of his hair in it. She’d cut out pictures of his face and taped them to photos of elephants. They’re her favourite animal. It’s not like she’s implying anything. It is quite creepy actually. Last Valentines day she waited outside the house all day for him to leave. I honestly think she’d try a voodoo curse if she thought it would work.

Suddenly it hit me what was happening. Who has the upper hand now, Michael? He may act all tough but right now he was at my mercy. Sprawled out on my couch. His life was in my hands. I could murder him and no one would know. Not until the morning anyway. But I could dispose of the body by then. I would hide it in the garden. Not mine though. In Mike’s own garden. It would be so evil.

I think someone up there doesn’t like me. Mike woke up, his arms flying around acting like he’d just heard an airraidsiren. He wouldn’t be any good in an emergency. Mike sat up and saw me. he glared at me and I sighed. I really don’t know what I’ve done. He was the one that locked me up oin a cupboard. I think I may need therapy for that. I haven’t decided yet. I was only in there for half an hour but ever since I haven’t really liked Mike much. I don’t think he likes me either. At leats he’s still glaring.

I’ve never looked at one thing for so long. Unless you count that time I drank an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in one go and threw up. I was staring at the toilet bowl for at least twenty minutes. Tony won’t let me drink it anymore. He says I can’t handle my whiskey.

I can’t take this. “I can’t ski!” I suddenly exclaimed. Mike is looking at me as though I’m crazy. Honestly is he wrong? “Dad took me skiing once.” Why am I still talking? “I hate snow so it was a mistake from the start.” I’m really not shutting up. “I tried to escape as we were going up a ski lift.” I seem to have a serious case of word vomit. “I fell off of the ski lift and got buried in snow. They alomost lost me. Dad sent out a search party. Kellinwas so disappointed when they found me.”

Mike looked at me for a while and started laughing. “Thank you for that interesting insight into your life,” Mike told me sarcastically. I do feel kind of offended. They told me I was borderline frozen. I was almost as cold as Mike. Ha. “When’s the book coming out? The useless and ridiculous tales of Coco Quinn?” he asked.

“I might write a book,” I thought. “It would be a worldwide best seller. I think I would have Brittney Spears play me.”

“How? She’s too tall.”

“My height is a sensitive matter!” I snapped. It’s okay for him. He isn’t vertically challenged. Anyway everyone would buy my book. I’d force them too.

“Right.” He rolled his eyes.

“Did you have nice dreams?” I asked him.

“Yes, I did,” I think he’s lying. “Why are you up at this time?” he asked, playing with the chain around his neck.

Then I knew I wanted the chain that was around his neck. It was so chunky and nice. These are very in and Vogue right now. I need that chain. I would look perfect. There has to be a way to get it. I’m sure he wouldn’t even really miss it. He’s a boy. All boys care about are video games and boobs.

“Coco?” he asked.

“Did you say something?” I asked and he rolled his eyes again. “Why are you here?” I asked him this time. “This is my house.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He mocked. But what if he’s serious? What if he really doesn’t know that this isn’t his house? Maybe that’s why he’s so unreadable, such an asshole. He has dementia! Oh my god. I think I should call an ambulance. “Look,” Mike said. “I needed to talk to Vic and he said he didn’t want me to walk home alone at his hour.”

“Why?”

“Because I might get lost. Why do you think, you daft thing?”

“It was just a question.” I puffed out. “Will you be here for long?”

“The minute I can leave I will. Don’t worry.” He told me.

“We should work out a system or a rota.”

“Excuse me?”

“I need to clean. I can’t clean in front of people.” He looked down to my cleaning supplies and shook his head.

“I don’t want to be around you anyway.” Mike snapped and stood up. He went to walk away but turned to me. “I didn’t want to be home because I’d rather not lose sleep because I’m in a warzone.” He exclaimed and walked into the kitchen.

What just happened? Mike just confessed something to me. I’m not sure I like this. I think I should mop the floor before I think about this too much.

Notes

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