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Player + Bad Boy + Nerd + Red Head = The Annoying Trio
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"Asher, It's fine. Today go get half day from your duty to protect me or whatever you call it." I waved my hands in air. This was getting ridiculous. When am I going to have a normal day or two. I can’t have sanity in my life with stupid boys around to ruin every single second of it.
"No." He honked and started to drive. That redhead bastard. One day I am going to pull out all his hair from the root and fire up them on his car’s bonnet if he kept up his immature act like this.
"Man it's okay. We will be there if something happens." FDR said. The lovely brother of mine who looked like he had a bunch of pick up lines stored in him and was just waiting for a nice quiet walk to use them on me. I want a gun, I want all bullets fired up in his skull. There was no stopping him from coming to me. Even if I was his sister where we kind of looked same if you ignore the gender and the length of hair and masculinity, we were almost same looking. That’s why sometimes people thought that we were the twins and Ivan was adopted one, but no than they meet my parents and we are automatically adopted poor twins. Life sucks big time.
"Who are you guys?" Asher asked tilting his puppy head sideways and scanning my brothers up and down to detecting any type of threats. They were filled with danger, to be honest, not a single bone in them was anything but evil. They should be in jail for how much they torment me on daily bases.
"We are her brothers. That's why we are walking with her, dude." FDR gawked at Asher in disbelief. His eyes narrowed and I saw Ivan actually clench his fist in announce. Asher is going down today if he kept up this silly act of his. I wasn’t sure if I will be able to tame down this two lions by myself. It was easy to cool down FDR but when it came to Ivan the person was good as dead to the word.
"I don't trust you guys. You look like some player and the other one is just too scary for me to watch Wylie go home with." Asher said shaking his head. He immediately rolled up his windows when he saw Ivan taking a threatening step towards his car. Yup, he’s stupid. He can fight for me with a thug but can’t with Ivan, woah I have a great bodyguard by my side.
"Are you nuts?" FDR said. Then out of nowhere, he lifted me up by shoulder swiftly. I panicked and kicked my legs but it went in the air and nothing. He walked to Asher's car and just stared at him. He squished our faces together. I was so confused about what these boys were even doing. FDR was doing something with his eyes I don't know rolling them or something. He pressed our faces together more and maybe I will lose my skull today if he pressed harder.
"Am I supposed to think that you won't hurt child Wylie when you are lifting her up without her permission." Asher shouted from inside and then he mouthed 'put her down'. What’s wrong with people around me. Do I just attract insane towards me or something?
'I won't' FDR's lip moved too but I didn't quite understood. I Just saw our reflection in the rolled up window. He was glaring at Asher.
'You will regret it.' Asher said moving his thumb around his neck, symbolizing he will cut his throat. Great, he was threatening a heavily built jock who can very well crush his head on the pavement without a second thought. "Or I will just stare at you and will creep you out until you run away," Asher shouted watching Ivan walking to his car, putting his one hand on top of the car and staring down at him.
If Ivan was anything to go by his look, his eyes were the scariest thing in the whole wide universe. Even on Halloween he wouldn’t dress up and go with his normal look. Flaunting his evilness in little children’s faces. We once thought of turning our house into the haunted house and just put Ivan in one corner and scare people. But making Ivan do something other than what he wanted to do was the hardest task.
"Yeah! You tell him, Ivan." FDR cheered losing his grip on me. I landed on my foot swiftly without losing my balance. "Just don't stare into his soul. You are scaring me too."
"Than don't give me any reasons." Ivan simply stated.
"Oooo..."
"Okay here look," FDR said poking my face. I slapped his hand away. "Can't you see dude, I'm her brother." Than he banded to my height putting his face next to mine again, squishing our faces together. "Twins." That son of gum shouted in my ears. I ducked away from him, standing a safe distance so he can't try any let's-grab-Wylie again.
"Oh! Yeah! I see similarities." Asher said nodding his head eying FDR and me, making his red curls bounce everywhere. "But what about him?"
"He is adopted." I and FDR said coolly. It was an amazing experience. Our family wasn't around so Asher won't be glancing at me and FDR in pity thinking we are adopted. For the first time, no one's gonna make us sit and share our oh so not adopted story to them. It had happened before. People do take pity on the little-adopted kids with no family around to feed them and love them. It so happened to where FDR and I weren’t one of them but weren’t treated like that because of our appearance.
I saw Ivan rolling his eyes. He took out his wallet, opened it and smashed it on Asher's window. Red curls started to read something that was inside the wallet.
"That's... just so... sad," Asher said stuttering a little. He looked at us with teary eyes.
"What’s in that wallet?" FDR whispered. "Are we really adopted?" Now I really wanna cry, because I'm doubting too. I patted FDR's arm. Are we really adopted that my only, slightly friend believes that I am not related to my mamma and papa?
"I am gonna go. Can't take too much depression anymore." Asher said placing his finger on his lips than on the window that was still rolled up. "Take care you two, alright!" He started the engine and looked back at us. "The kiss was only for Wylie." Then the creepy boy drove away.
"I never thought it was for me," FDR shouted after the car. We started to walk back with our own thoughts. I was sure me and FDR were thinking about our possible adoption and Ivan maybe murdering some poor soul.
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Knock
Knock
Knock
Someone was thumping on my door but I ignored and buried my face in white pillows, cuddling with a white blanket. I felt peaceful and ready to go back to the slumber but again someone knocked. I am tired leave me alone; I wanted to scream but didn't, it's too much to do. So I ignored and remain there not moving.
"Sis open the door. We are hungry." I heard FDR's shouting from the other side of the door. That obnoxiously loud geezer. "I am starving. Open the darn door. I will break it if you didn't open in five seconds." He shouted again.
C'mon people no need to scream and break. When I heard him counting I got up and opened the door and covered my eyes with my hands in frustration. My brother again in a boxer. You think I got used to it but no I didn't. It's still a very bad site and the nightmare for me for life.
"Let's go. Do some magic and make food." He said pushing me towards stairs.
"I am not in a mood to cook just order something," I said climbing down the stairs with him. We were you could say rich but because our parents' job makes them work in the city so in guilt they give us really big pocket money. We guilt trapped them after learning that we can do that to parents.
"We can't, mom dad canceled mine and Ivan's expense, our credit cards is sealed and the bank account was frozen for a week." He said following me in the living room. I stared at my brothers; then what they eat for lunch? My parents are such a stubborn; can't they leave alone my poor brothers. Look at this two looking all like hungry, mean puppies.
"I am ordering pizza. My treat." I dialed the number to order three large double cheese pizzas.
"Can you give me 200?" FDR asked when I set on the armchair.
"You want 200! The perfect word would be you want to borrow some money." I said stretching my legs on the coffee table. It’s not like I use the money anyway but there was their anticipation to watch your brother beg.
"Please. I am in charge of beers for Saturday's lake trip." He said launching on the couch. I wanted to tell him about that Saturday thing but I also want it to be surprised for everyone.
"And I want 500." Ivan came from the kitchen with a water bottle sitting next to FDR.
"Are you kidding me? 500!" I asked in disbelief. What will he need five hundred for? Was he planning to kill someone with expensive weapons or something similar to killing?
"Yeah. It's not much for you." He shrugged his shoulder. Of course, it's not. I am very wealthy. Because when every week my parents gave me pocket money, I never had used them. Never need of that. I am lazy to go to the bookstore and buy books so whenever I go I just buy a bunch of them or I just go to the library as my half life I spent there if not hiding from my brothers in school.
"Fine." I went to my room to collect my wallet and then came back. I gave 500 to each.
"Thanks, sis," FDR said.
"No problem" I settled on the armchair. Suddenly our house phone rang making me jolt up and retrieve it. I answered. And my face fell listening to the man from the other side. This was not happening to us right now. I can’t handle it. When I put it back they both asked what happen all of sudden to my gloomy face.
"The pizza station got some police inspection so they canceled our order." I said rubbing my forehead. I really don't want to cook.
"What now?" FDR asked. I don't want to but we don't have anything else so I suggested.
"Let's go to Starbucks."
There was a pin drop silence. I know I don't try to make some boned in our brother-sister relationship but that doesn't mean that they should stare at me like I am from another planet.
"Okay," Ivan said breaking the heavy silence.
"What?" I asked in a surprised tone.
"I said let's go. We are going in Jordan's car." Ivan said taking his jacket.
"They are again here?" My shoulder slumped. Why can’t they live in their own house? Is this some kind of campsite that they always end up here. They never go to their houses. Even on holidays, they are here, their birthdays are celebrated here. If their parents want to meet them they have to come here because this majesty is too attached to my brother to even go meet their parents.
"All three of them." FDR nodded. "They came after eating dinner with their families."
"That explains no noise." I looked up at the stairs which were leading to our three's rooms.
"Kyle was at it again?" Ivan asked looking up at the ceiling.
"I seriously hate his parents." FDR groaned rubbing his hands on his face in frustration. "One day I am going make our parents adopt him."
"Cool." Ivan nodded approvingly. "You guys will have a new foster buddy." He winked at us laughing historically. That mean little devil.
"Sometimes I really think we are adopted." FDR huffed and went to his room to get some appropriate attire.
FDR started the car and drove to Starbucks. I placed my head on the window and breathed in comfortable silence. This time FDR didn't try to talk; don't know why but my brothers just stared at me from the mirror. Every five second FDR will give me smile from the rearview mirror, Ivan just stared with his cold look. It was getting creepy after fifteen minutes of that. FDR parked the car. I pushed open the door of Starbucks. Stepping into the long line, Ivan and FDR stood behind me. As I was thinking what I should order the boy who was standing in the front turned around.
"Wylie. Hey, what's up?" Our school's big-time delinquent Wyatt said giving me his million dollar smile. I facepalmed. Here comes another stupid boy. And in reality, it is million dollars, as his father is a big tycoon and Wyatt always is modeling for a photo shoot for magazines. His father would have enrolled him in any school in the city but he wanted him to study in Redwood where their great-grandfather, parents and himself studied. And boy he was really annoying. I really dislike him; whenever he sees me he doesn't let go of me. He always finds every way to annoy the hell out of me just like my brothers.
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