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Player - Bad boy - Nerd = Crazy siblings .

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Wylie's POV.

"FDR!"

I screamed, clutching the towel to my body. What the hell is wrong with the dear lord of him? This house doesn't know privacy term; the homemade dictionary of Walkers is in the lake of that department. And can't he just wear something, once in his life apart from his Spider-man boxers. I doubt if he even ever washes it. Gross.

I glared at FDR as he stood up from my bed stretching his arms around like he did us a huge favor by waking up today on this bright morning. Running his hand through his dirty blond hair he walked towards me, smirking. While I still was covered with a white towel and my wet hair was sticking to my body. I glared at him, annoyingly.

"Good morning to you too." He ruffled my wet hair, then bowed, again placing his hand on my head. He stood there waiting for me to replay along the line like 'my young master' or something extra ridiculous like that. I let him dream about it after crashing it so many times he still thinks I will call him that. Yeah right!

"Do you anyhow see this is my room." I glared at his stupid face. "And I am half naked for peat's sake, FDR. So could you please do me a big fever and leave before I murder you?" I showed his hand off of my head with as much force I could conduct without letting my towel drop to the floor. My hands automatically turned into a fist. I am just second away from punching his little pretty face.

"We feisty much in this beautiful morning! My dear." He wiggled his eyebrows in really impropriety way, which just made my blood boil on the highest temperature. Now I don't think he has pretty faced, he just has a face that I want to smash again and again until it doesn't have any similarities with mine.

"Don't you have any shame FDR!" I shouted punching his chest with my fist. "I am your sister, the younger. Try to be civil with me sometimes." I pushed him towards my room's door before he could put on more idiotic 'show' in my room. Gee who I am kidding like he will listen to me.

"Oh my lil sis." He pinched my nose, shaking my head right and left. "My geyser is not working. Ivan is not opening his room and I am not comfortable with our guest room." He walked past taking advantage of his muscular body- to my bathroom. I don't even think Ivan leaves here, most of the times he is out scaring the life out of people.

"What about our parents' room, you dummy." I stopped him as he tried to open the door. They are not here you can sneak in and do whatever you want to do. Like I sometimes sneak into sleep on their bad; that bed is more comfortable than any of us have in our room. Their room is heaven if I must compare it to something.

"I don't want to imagine their hot bath sex while I am showering there." A sudden shiver of our parents doing that passed through my body. Does he really I mean really have to mention that? I just sighed and nodded at him to take a quick shower. It's an only reasonable thing to do. And that was the worst decision I have ever made because I forgot how dying cow like signer my brother was.

I tried my best to ignore him which was hard as he was singing like he wants to kill the economy by just singing.

I grabbed my blue shirt and white ripped jeans with a brown leather jacket. Tied the long dirty blond hair in messy pony after drying them. And final touch my black-big-square-rimmed-glass. And I was ready.

I went downstairs to prepare breakfast for me and two lazy brothers of mine. I was still in shock that FDR woke up this early.

Last night he was totally wasted, yelling on my face that the party was awesome; girls were awesome; his friends were the moron and heartless for dragging him home because he was about to get laid. He actually shouted that in my ears so that I can understand with the near proximity of his mouth with my brain, how he got to that part is very amusing. On those moments when he is drunk he thinks he is the smartest person in the world after his football coach. He adores that stupid coach too much.

I made an omelet. As I placed my plate on the counter to eat, Ivan entered in the kitchen; settled himself on the stool where I had placed my plate of omelet and begun to eat my breakfast. I sight with irritation. Just be cool ignore the scary stupid brother.

Ivan's reputation as the bad boy with no friends. I have to deal with his fights when we are in school. Convincing principal and our parents that he won't be in any trouble next time. He is a trouble maker and delinquent- born to scare the living soul out of everyone.

Ivan was looking like gang member as always with his black long sleeve t-shirt and biker jacket, some chains around his neck of different size, piercing on his left eyebrow. His hair was little curly at the end. Massive hair was his trademark, he had never combed his hair. He always once or twice runs his hand to make it look more massive. His cheeks were red as he came from the hot shower which was making him look adorable and sudden urge came to pinch his cheek but before I do some silly thing and my brother made fun of my childishness, I made myself another omelet and started to eat before FDR can steal it.

My brothers are very very poor at cooking area, they can't even tell a difference between a chopped tomato and red capsicum. It's that bad. You will hand them saying its onions instead of potatoes they will still eat it. They are beyond stupid. And I take that as my advantage. All the time.

"You didn't make the strawberry milkshake?" FDR complained sitting on the stool across me running his hand through his dirty blond hair.

"Be glad that I made you breakfast." I glared at him chewing my delicious omelet.

"You didn't even make me hot chocolate," Ivan said in his as always cold voice. He lowered his head as he said, his brown hair falling, blocking his marble green eyes.

I and FDR hate Ivan's eyes, he got it from mom and dad. Now as I think about it, we hate the whole Ivan because he is the carbon copy of our parents. He got green eyes and that brown locks from both of them, muscular bone structure from dad and the sweet smile with pretty dimples from our mother. Where I and FDR got dark blue eyes god knows from whom. We don't have a single person with that color of the eye in our whole family. Ivan always takes this to his advantage and try to talk us into 'We are adopted'. Yes, that three minutes older brother says that to us.

"I am your sister, not your twenty four hour skivvy." I poured orange juice in my glass rolling my eyes at my brothers who were mumbling about complaining to our parents that how cruel I always behave towards them and how I speak a different language so they can't understand the insults I'm throwing at them. I just have to say one single word out of the small-sample word's dictionary they read and they will think that I am speaking the language from Mars.

Well, my dear parents won't even listen to them because I am taking care of this house and not letting my brothers turn it into something that looks like Asylum.

"You are a bad little sister" FDR jolted out his lower lip in the poor attempt of a pout. "Heartless one. Don't you have any sympathy for your brothers' health? How could you do that to us?" He said placing his hands on his chest giving me his best disappointment look. On that, I just raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, common mamma always falls for it." He chewed his omelet giving me the innocent puppy face that he thinks that he can pull off. He is far from innocent that what all I know about.

"Guys I am leaving. Lock the doors before you leave." I ordered them and started to wash my dish.

Last time we almost got robbed because we got locked out and slept on the porch while the robbers took their sweet time entering from back door which was open. It was our neighbor Mr. Harp who called the police. When the police came we had to hide Ivan because of his bad records with the police. The things back we did to just hide him was way out of noticing him, at the end we just threw him in the mud so in the dark no cop can notice him; it helped and the officers took the thieves. God knows when something strikes and they remembered an old case of an Ivan Walker.

"Actually we are coming with you," Ivan said standing up giving me his dish to wash. Yes I am their maid it's proven now, they don't treat me more than that. The cruel word I am leaving in.

"You mean to walk with me to school?" I asked in an amused tone. Seriously they have their own vehicles. Ivan with his motorcycle perfect for his bad boy looks which he is. He has every quality to pass that area even more than that, sometimes I saw him coming home with blood and scratches but never questioned. And FDR with Jordan's red sports car- number one player in our school. Ya, I know cliché much.

Sometimes I ask God why he didn't give me some protective type of brothers. Instead, he handed me two idiot brothers who would never waste a minute to irritate the hell out of me. I am telling this because you can't stand them for one minute. It's my seventeen years of practice that made me tough to stand with them otherwise I would have run away a long time ago.

"Last night dad found out I went to a party and Ivan god knows where." We both turned to Ivan who smirked playfully and shrugged. FDR rolled his eyes at him then looked back at me, continuing. "Leaving our little sister alone in the house." They always leave me alone and I make excuse for them it's not new but I think FDR was pretty drunk last night so he talked in that state and blew his cover with our parents.

"So as our punishment we are not allowed to take Jordan’s car or Ivan's motorcycle to school for a week. We have to walk with you." He said smirking on last part. Oh no. Please, someone, tell me he is joking.

"You idiot, call your friends to pick you up." I jerked the plate from FDR, washing it. "The whole school will do anything for their highness." I reminded him of his oh so popularity.

"Can't. I am amended from that too." Then he pointed to Ivan. "And he doesn't exactly have friends." True our bad boy brother always wonders around school alone just like me. At least I don't roam like some ghost.

"Oh my god why?" I groaned. My brothers aren't a very good company you want to spend time with. You can handle Ivan because he doesn't have that much to speak, he only listens and comments now and then, but as for FDR, he is number one monster of turning everything in sexual topics that you can’t get out of. Yup, everything- you name it and he turns it.

"Oh common sis. You will enjoy this company." He said waving his hand over his body which earned him punch on the shoulder from Ivan.

"I am your sister FDR. I am going to always remind you that and still, you will make this dirty jokes. Do you have short-term memory loss? Stop using those creepy lines on me." I greeted my teeth and tried not to have murderous thoughts.

I went to living room to take my backpack and keys. It was a big problem with FDR, he always uses a pickup line on me before using it on any girl. He thinks it's good to be prepared and I was a girl, so could tell him if that line turns me on or just makes me have some make-out session with him in the corner. Now you get it, now just imagine our walk to school.

"He didn't even have started yet." Ivan murmured following me taking his backpack from the blue leather couch. Because of mine and FDR's different look, my parents furnished most of the house in blue which is same as our eye color, it's funny but we really appreciate it because Ivan hates the color blue.

When we walked out of the house the whole place was upside down. I wasn't shocked but this time it really ruined my weekend because it was horrifically looking like a dumpster dumped everything everywhere. The town was destroyed by our Sheriff.

"Oh my god, that witch came again!" FDR's mood fell when he saw us staring at our broken latter box and almost non-existed grass lane and flower pots.

"Wylie I thought you watch the news." They both shouted on my face.

"I was taking care of that idiot." I pointed at FDR. And there wasn't any news that our Sheriff went on crazy driving again after some big case; there is always news about that.

"Great now we have to organize another reinforcement..." Ivan kicked the broken letterbox and started walking towards the school. He showed sympathy there for anyone who's going to be the in-charge of 'The cleaning Crew' of our town.

FDR and I joined him after sweeping away the pieces of a broken latter box from the road.

"Who even made that psycho a Sheriff?" FDR asked sliding his arms around me and Ivan's shoulder. Our Sheriff was little different. She was an impulsive type, smarter than anyone that was recruited in our town and couldn’t drive to save her own life.

"Get off of me." Ivan glared showing FDR away.