Okay, This is my first Kickin' It fic. It's actually a really good show…this idea came to me while watching it soooo… I don't know if it's good… but if it is… please review. It would be awesome! And give me the confidence to continue with this fic :D
Sweat began to collect itself on to the front of Jack's black wife beater; his tongue poking out from his drying lips just as he lifted one of the heavier boxes. His biceps flexed themselves as he produced a low grunt; this was the fifth box he had to move in to the Victorian style two story house in Seaford, California.
A house was not something Jack was used to, shady apartments, shady neighbors, shady everything, that was something that he was more used to, but two stories, six room houses sort of made no sense to him, he didn't have nearly enough stuff to fill one room.
The lower class was all he knew; getting by with what he needed not with things he wanted. The lower class life was one of the reasons why his grandfather had taught him the way of the wasa-
"God damn it, why is it so hot?" His thoughts were interrupted by the raspy and annoyed voice of his beloved twin sister.
"It's because I'm here…" He said with a sarcastic yet cocky voice. Jack was not ugly, he had beautiful bouncy hair that was currently being held back by a gray slouchie beanie, an all year round tan, and the cutest 'beauty marks' known to man on his cheeks.
"Who the hell lied to you?" Neeve said with a roll of her light brown eyes, "If either one of us were considered hot, it would be me." She added with a flick to her just as beautiful and bouncy brown with blonde highlights hair. Neeve had the same year round tan but the similarities stopped there.
"Are we going to start with this again?" Jack asked while putting down the box that was conveniently labeled 'Neeve's Crap', and walked towards his sister who was ready to have a throw down.
"Jack! Finish with the boxes!" Jack looked towards the huge open door only to see the tiny form of his mother with a couple of bed sheets in her hands and their tiny 5 year old sister following with pillow cases in hers. She was the one who had fought for herself and her children's sake to get away from their old lives in the slums.
"Yeah, Jack finish with the boxes!" Neeve mocked as she grabbed a flip flop from an open box and threw it at her brother's head.
"You haven't done one thing Neeve!" Jack yelled as he grabbed the flip flop and threw it back at her when he noticed the forest green of her V-neck short sleeve was the same color as it was when they left their old home, no sweat stains anywhere.
"I supervised! You want your little sister whom you know and love to hurt herself? Is that what you want Jack?" Neeve retorted; she just really wasn't in the mood of doing anything. Of course she hated where she was before, but that's where all her friends were, people who actually knew her. Now she had to make a brand new life pretending to be "tough" so people "don't give her no shit".
It was always the same, just because she had a kind looking face, and her brother was sort of a man whore, everyone thought she was this push over that only did good things and was as much of a whore as Jack was.
"I know it sucks here Neeve…" Twinepathy at its best, she thought to herself. "But we don't have to walk down the street without getting shanked by some random dude, mom doesn't have to worry about us, and she worked her ass off to get so high up in life. We're not going to ruin this for her. Got it?" The twins had a bad tendency of getting into trouble. Stealing, assault, to some they were crimes; but to those that grew up with the Brewer twins it was a lifestyle they had to adjust to in order to survive. Even if that meant messing up their records to steal some food so their small family could eat for the next two days.
Neeve wanted to roll her eyes but she knew she couldn't. Her brother made a point, as he always did. Their family of four needed this. Damn Jack and his righteousness.
"Now are you going to help me?" He finished with a smirk that said, 'shut you up didn't I?' His smirk grew into a sincere smile as his sister nodded and grabbed the box he had put down, a small chuckle escaping his lips as she realize how heavy the box was.
"What the hell did I put in here?" she asked staring at the label with bewildered eyes, her gaze then rose from the box to her brother lifting one labeled 'fragile', his toned biceps flexing way more than they should have.
That's when she noticed the smirk that was plastered on his face as two girls in cheerleading uniforms stopped in front of their white picket fence with binders in their arms and school bags attached to their backs, eyes and mouth wide, gawking at the muscular yet lean 16 year old teenager.
Neeve rolled her eyes once again that day. She was a lot of things to her brother, and cock blocking when necessary was one of them, unless she approved; which in her 16 years of sharing her birthday with him has never happened. No girl seemed good enough for her brother.
"Get off my damn property, whores!" She yelled to the two girls who were shocked at her rudeness. She smirked; amused that she could actually call her new home 'her property.' It was sort of empowering.
"Who are you calling a whore, bitch?" Neeve's smirk fell before she walked over to the two girls in cheerleading uniforms, no wonder Jack was flexing for them, they were easy lays. She stopped right in front of the two girls; both of which held their ground- the fence was the only thing separating them from the wrath of Neeve.
"Well I'm not calling my brother a whore, even though I know he is one." By then Neeve hadn't realized that said brother had closed in behind her, he already knew what was going to happen if he didn't.
"My brother is not trying to get some random STD that you two must be carrying. So why don't you two get your skanky asses off my damn lawn before I do it for you."
"Listen bit-" the insult barely left the cheerleaders mouth before Neeve heaved herself over the fence, her gray Toms scratching the white off the barrier to her house.
The girls screamed as they watched their lives flash before them, but stopped when they noticed the guy that they had been ogling had pushed his extremely angry sister behind his back.
"Nice to meet you ladies, please leave before she kills us all." He finished with a wink just as the girls rushed pass their soon to be schoolmates. Jack's swift reflexes helped him turn around without letting his sister out of his sight.
"What did I tell you Neeve? I can't have you fighting with everyone and their mother! This isn't like before; it's a nice neighborhood with fences, and cheerleaders…who are willing to have sex with me… I mean did you see them?"
"All I saw was the huge herpes bump on the damn girls lip, but you were too busy thinking with your dick to notice it." Jack chuckled to himself; his sister was crazy but always had good intentions.
"I could roll with it… there is medicine for that." Neeve threw her hands up in the air in defeat, a part of her knowing her brother was kidding, and the other part knowing he was stupid enough to do it for a quickie. The shorter female twin turned and grabbed the box her brother had been holding before he caused the commotion that had just happened and realizing it was much lighter than her own box. Her small shoulder bumped purposely passed her three minute older brother causing him to stumble back with a smirk as he heard his sister's next few words,
"I can't take you anywhere…"
Okay, so if it sucks… let me know? I'll try my best to write the next chapter soon, hopefully it'll he less sucky…
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