Hello, everybody! This is my first ever, ever, EVER fan fiction, so sorry if the story is really shitty at first. (Basically, I'm a noob fanfic writer :P) I've been meaning to do this ever since The Last of Us was first released, I just didn't have the time to do it.
WritersWayofLife will forever be my inspiration (I am a HUGE fan of One More of Us, have a look at it if you want!)
I do own my OC (Melanie Miller). I don't own The Last of Us; Naughty Dog owns the game, its characters, its plot, etc. This is for entertainment purposes only! I'm not really good at writing, but I'm hoping to improve as this story progresses, but for the time being.. ENJOY! :)
Oh, and just so you guys know, I wrote this when I was 14, so this fic is basically two years old.. :P
"Ugh! For God's sake, Sarah! Why are you so fuckin' heavy?!" I yell back at her as my back begins to fail me from her undeniably heavy weight.
"Do YOU wanna try having a broken leg?" she asks in return, causing me to turn and glare at her.
As my pace increases from jog to sprint while carrying Sarah on my back, I ask myself, "How the hell did we get into this damn mess..?"
Thursday, September 26, 2013:
I watch her sleep on my lap. The side profile of her blonde bob is facing me now. Her gray eyes, now shut, are telling me to do the same; but I can't. I'm exhausted from school, all the stupid drama and homework just makes me sleepier, yet I still can't. One more day of school, then it's finally the weekend.
I carefully push a lock of her hair out of her face, and tuck it behind her ear. God blessed me with an adorable sister; I guess I could consider myself lucky. Just when I'm about to doze off, I hear the front door close. Dad's voice echoes in the hall as he talks to Uncle Tommy, something about a contractor.
"Let's talk about this in the morning, okay?" I hear him say. SHIT. He's gonna see that I'm awake. I lay my head back on the couch and shut my eyes immediately, a little too tightly. He turns on the light, waking Sarah up.
Yawning, she lifts herself up and off of my lap, putting pretty much all of her weight on the edge of my right thigh. I immediately open my eyes and yelp in pain. "Hey", she says to Dad after yawning. "I was just about to wake you up", says a giggling Sarah, turning to me.
Tiredly, I give her a look, but only for half a second. Her innocence wins me over every time.
"Scoot", Dad says to both of us. I slide to the end of the couch, mainly because there is an armrest there. "Fun day at work, huh?" she asks Dad. Sighing, Dad asks without looking at us, "What are you two still doing up? It's late." This alerts Sarah, causing her eyes to become wide with anxiety. "Oh, crud. What time is it?" she asks worriedly, looking up at the clock above us.
11:50 P.M. Not THAT late. Well, yeah it's late, but not as late as I thought it is. In frustration, Dad replies, "It's way past your bedtime".
"BUT, it's still today." I reply almost instantly. He gives me a hard look, and immediately wish I hadn't said anything.
Leaning back on to the couch with a hand to his forehead, he says to us tiredly, "Girls, please not right now. I do not have the energy for this." I look away in embarrassment, while Sarah hops of the couch and crawls to the compartment to my left. "Here" she says to Dad as she hands him a square white box, sitting back down on the couch with us. Turning to both of us, he asks "What's this?"
I reply, "Your birthday." Dad's birthday is just a four day gap from mine, so yes, I did feel a slight twinge of jealousy for Dad, since Sarah didn't even bother to get me a present like this, but I'm not that selfish. "You kept complaining about your broken watch. So we figured, you know?" says Sarah finishing off my sentence. "You like it?" I add quickly.
Dad's reaction is worrying, he looks upset. "Listen, girls, it's nice but, I-I think it's stuck, it's not-" Panicking, Sarah yelps and grabs Dad's hand wearing the watch, then tosses it back. "Oh, ha ha."
Smiling, Dad asks us, "Where'd you two get the money for this?" I WISH I said "JEEZ, Dad! We're not THAT cheap!" to him, but I don't. Rolling my eyes, I answer, "Drugs. We sell hardcore drugs."
Sarah giggles just before laying her head on my lap again. "Good", Dad replies as he turns on the TV, "you can start helping out with the mortgage then." We turn to him in mock disbelief and then yell at him, "Yeah, you wish!" We watch soccer for the rest of the night.
I don't know what time it is when Dad sends us upstairs. I just remember a feeling of floating in the air, with Dad's strong arms gripping my body as I slept.
Okay then, folks! That's it for today! If you like it, please let me know, like/favorite, do as you wish! I'll see you all later, have a good day! :D