Readers: Finally oh mY FUCKING GOD WHAT TOOK SO DAMN LONG

Me: ...Brain fart? 

*Angry mob forms*

This is a filler and I hated writing it, so it's rushed. But it's really what was holding me back so I had to break the dam and suffer through it. 

Ethelia's pov

"So you basically told your dad that I broke your ankle?"

"We're going to give you free food."

"Ethelia, really, I am so sorry for your ankle. I didn't mean to bump into you on those stairs. Really." Mark said in an overly sweet tone, already out the door. I shrugged, because, well, same. I honest to God would do almost anything for some free food, no matter the quality. I mean, it's food. What's not to like? I can safely say that I would die for some food. Seriously, I would jump off a cliff if it meant I'd get to taste some legendary-ass food. Food is my weakness, and I'm not even mad.

"Good God, hurry the fuck up, Ethelia! I'm hungry as hell." Mark cursed, tapping his foot impatiently as I carefully hobbled down his porch steps. I stopped, glaring at him. I pointed my crutch at him. "Says the one who bumped into me." I said waved my crutch around in his face. He scowled in response. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just hurry up. I can smell that shit from here." He sniffed the air. My nose crinkled. Why are my neighbors so weird? 

I stepped off the last step with my crutches, breathing out a sigh of relief. I heard Mark groan. "Oh my fucking-" He stepped towards me. My eyes narrowed. I know what this asshole is up to, and I'm not okay with it. "Back up or I nail you in the balls." I seethed. "With what? Your eye lasers?" He teased, leaning down to smirk at me. I glared, leaning back slightly. This guy needs a damn breath mint. "I have a fucking knee, jackass." I said, bringing it up as fast as I could. I don't care if this hurts my ankle; this ass deserves it. 

"Nope!" He popped the p like an asshat, squating down wrapping his one good arm around my waist. I let out a screech of defiance. "You're lighter than I thought." He said as my crutches clattered the ground. I wiggled in his grasp as he began to walk away, hitting his back with my fist. He didn't budge, and was surprisingly careful with my ankle. That didn't make it okay, of course. 

"Put me down before I poke out your eye with a fork." I threatened. "Fork? I don't see one." He said. I reached for my hoodie pocket where there actually is a fork but paused when I saw my crutches drifting after us, bobbing in the air slightly. I actually thought it was me for a moment before I saw that something was holding them up. They weren't floating on their own. They were in the grasp of two golden hands that seemed to glow slightly. There was actually some sort of eyeball on the back of them, which was weird as hell, but sorta cool. I found myself not only mesmerized by them, but hella distracted too. They have to be Mark's, but last time I checked, Mark wasn't a ninja. 

"Hello, Mark! I see you got tired of Ethelia's... I mean, she was lazy to begin with." My dad coughed a little into his fist, setting a plate down on the half-set table. "Gee, thanks dad. I feel the love." I looked away from my crutches, trying to look over my shoulder to glare at him. It wasn't really working out. "That's right, sir. Thanks for having me over, especially after I accidentally hurt Ethelia." He sounds innocent now, but we all know he's a fucking bitch. 

"It's no problem, Mark! Thank you for taking care of her medical bills. Although, we could have handled it." He assured the boy pridefully. Mark nodded, setting me down on the couch softly. I glared at him. If my dad weren't here, he would have thrown me. Ten bucks says so. "Why don't you sit and keep Ethelia company while I go put in another load of laundry! The food isn't quite ready yet." My dad explained. "Sounds good, Mr. Syoko!" Mark gave a closed eye smile. My eyes narrowed and my lips pressed into a thin line. This teenager is a liar and a fraud, and I feel cheated right now. Honestly.

"Mark," I said, gaining his attention, "please kill me now before I'm forced to eat with you. Lord knows you're going to steal off of my plate, and I really don't think I'm okay with that."

Mark reached over and flicked my ear. I hissed. "Yeah, yeah. You know you want to have dinner with me, and all my bad-ass self. Just admit it, you like me." He's cockier than Obito is. "Oh, yeah. Just how I want to spend my evening. With you." I said dryly. He clicked his tongue, leaning back and staring at me. I stared back unblinkingly. Can I just, like, go to bed or something? I hate people too much to deal with this narcissist. 

Mark's face turned pleasant once more as my father entered the room and I had to sigh.

What is my life anymore?