"Call me if you need a ride home," Lexxie yelled to her brother before speeding home. She smoked two whole cigarettes on her way home -- which took less than ten minutes. She pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car, her flip-flops smacking against her feet as she walked. She stepped into the house and sighed. Her mother was sitting right on the couch, and Lexxie had a cigarette to her lips.<br/><br/>"I'm eighteen, I can buy them," Lexxie said before her mother commented. "I wasn't go--.." her mother started before Lexxie cut her off, "I don't need your shit."<br/><br/>Lexxie held onto her keys, only because she was sure if she set them down, her mother would have "no idea where they went." Lexx walked into the diningroom and sat in the seat across from her sister.<br/><br/>"We should go see a movie or something later," Lexxie said. She didn't want to sound awkward, but she didn't really know what to say. Lexxie and Missy were very close when they were little, but as Alexxis grew older she experimented with drugs, alcohol, and sex sooner and her sister seemed more and more like a baby -- though she was only just a few minutes younger. "I might have to pick Jim up from his class later, but other than that, I'm bored," Lexxie frowned and peered over at her sister, brushing a loose dark brown strand of hair from in front of her face.