So VICTORIOUS is not mine, it belongs to Dan. Just a jori story. ima try not to make any character OC so if you think im doing it id appreciate a heads up. PS I have not beta (position is open thou) soooo lets see were this goes.
You know what I hate? I hate many things. I hate milk, the number nine, rainbows, parades, twins, wearing a bib and shrimp-tails in my food. I hate when guys bite their bottom lip while they dance, I hate when girls wear jeans under their skirts and I absolutely hate cilantro. But nothing in my hate radar compares to this, I despise when she does this, when she leaves her snotty little brat and goes of to who knows were. I mean its fine when she does it to me, I have years of practice being left alone in a huge house with a babysitter, so many that therapists would probably determine that its the cause of my constant "foul" mood. Im used to the constant loneliness and lack of parents that comes with being in this family, but out of all the times she left without a word, this has to be the worst.
I crumple the piece of paper decorated with my mothers cold and elegant handwriting and trow it across the hallway as hard as I can with a loud groan. I curse her many times under my breath as I rub circles on my temple with my fingers. Just as a fraction of my impending headache starts to subside the second part of my dilemma decides to make itself know. A small cough makes me look down at him, a little germ ridden three year old child I have the pleasure of calling my brother. He stands before me in all his glory. Chocolate brown bed hair sticking up on one side while the rest of the soft wisps of hairs cover part of his forehead and slightly reach the tops of his ears. Dressed in his small white shirt, galaxy covered pj bottoms and one sock, he rubs his snotty little nose into his arm. Once his done, and to my disgust, he wipes his arm at his side and looks up at me, big grey-green eyes almost carbon copies of mine.
"Wha did the papew say?" he asks, trying to pronounce his words as best as he can through his running nose. The day before, he was taken to a water park were the idiot chaperones forgot to help him change out of his wet clothes after the trip was over. The little brat had to ride the bus soaking wet all the way home and it was no surprise my mom didn't even notice he came home in soggy clothes until I mentioned it to her. Well now I had to suffer with a sick child, honestly what kind of mother leaves a sick child. Curse my mother and curse those stupid adults.
"Your moms gone for work. Who knows when she's coming back." I answer and go back into my room to get ready for the day. I close the door behind me knowing the kid will still be out there once I open it again. When I'm done, teeth brushed, hair up in a single ponytail and house clothes on my person I open the door. As expected he's still there, siting in the small hallway piking at his nasty little toes. I step over him and make my way up the stairs adjacent to the small hallway.
"Oh wait fow mee!" he hurries after me, the sticky sound of his small feet echoing in the huge house. Once he reaches me he takes a hold of my pants, I'm not sure if its to stabilize himself or make sure I don't run away. I hate my clothes being yanked on but he knows that and holds just enough fabric between two fingers.
"She comes bwack wight? She tol me she wa goin be bwack soon. Jadie were did she go?" I can tell in the sound of his voice that he's a little worried, he doesn't want to show it, he's young but he already understands the lack of welcoming for feelings this family has. He sneaks a quick look upwards at me probably wondering if I heard him.
"The fuck if I know bugger. Now stop with the questions!" I snap. I honestly don't mean to scare him, well maybe just enough for him to be quiet but not so much as to traumatize the kid. I just haven't had my coffee this morning, instead I got a hot steaming cup of I'm gone again. I can't blame him for being worried, this IS the first time she's left him that he will remember.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I ask him in a less snappy tone once we reach the kitchen. I don't wait for his reply and make my way straight to the coffee machine were I start the brewing of my coffee. Just the scent, just that delicious scent is enough to calm me slightly. Now much calmer I turn to the kid to hear his response. Even I, who people think doesn't have a heart, can appreciate the somewhat adorableness of a three year old, hands behind his back, rocking back and forth with a concentrated scrunched up face. Perhaps living under the same roof has a factor in me finding him somewhat cute.
"Frwuit please." he replies.
I open the fridge, take out a green apple and begin cutting it into fourths for him. The whole time he stands beside me on his tipi-toes looking up to see what I'm doing. I get a slight urge to scare him, but I decide its to early in the morning so instead I finish cutting his apple.
"Here knock yourself out kid." I shove the plate into his waiting hands.
"What is thwat supowsed to mean?" he asks. He places his plate on the table, pulls out a monstrous chair and climbs it. He kneels instead of sitting, his body small and fragile compared to the massiveness of the chair. To say the truth even I look small compared to the throne like chairs in our diningroom.
"It means you've been hanging out with Cat too much."
I grab my own whole apple and second cup of coffee, the first already having burned its way down my throat, and take a seat across from him. I let my sharp teeth cut into the crisp flesh of the apple and cant help the slight satisfaction it gives me. I take out my phone and send Beck a good morning text followed by an angry emoji. Almost ten months have passed since he took that movie job and had to move to Canada.
After he got his callback we feared our friendship would take a toll. Don't get me wrong, I hated the fact he was leaving but I was also happy for him, he was starting his life and that was exiting. I hate to admit it but I cried myself to sleep for over a week when he left. He wasn't just my ex-boyfriend he was also my bestfriend. He understood and put up with all my bitchiness. We dated for a few years and they were amazing, and yes the breakup was a mess and it took a long time before we could talk to each other normally again. But his friendship is what I could never afford to loose. Even now his a big part of my daily life. We might not be physically as close as before, but when it comes to knowing each other we are closer then lovers.
Like always his texts are quick, since Ive learned NOT to text him while he works.
B Good morning to you too Jade. Why the face?
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J Mom.
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B Again? What did she do now? Talk to papa.
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J Eww, NO. Well she left her beautiful daughter and snotty son all alone for who knows how long to travelto exotic lands. I guess in her mind she thinks she's too good for us since all we got this morning was a stupid note taped to Aidan's door. I swear beck the second I get my break I'm leaving this stupid house and stupid family.
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B Well I'm not surprised. Your mother always seemed to have her priorities backwards. No babysitter this time?
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J Note didn't say anything about a sitter, I assume she thinks i'll take good care of her spawn while she enjoys the world, child-free.
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B Im sure you will. You hate to admit it but you know you have a soft spot for him. Who else can trow up on you and get away with it?
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J Like hell I will. And he was three months old Beck, I wasn't going to strangle a baby. Im waiting for him to be a teen then ill get even.
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B Okay Jade. Good luck bonding with the kid. Tell him I say hi. I'm sorry I can't be there this time.
By the time I send my reply I've already migrated to the livingroom. I throw myself onto the big sofa and very unlady like rest one leg up on it and the other on the expensive coffee table. I hear Aidan's little feet come running down the hall screaming my name, well his version of my beautiful name.
"What!" I shout. I hear the running stop for a second before a slower pace is heard. He finally reaches the livingroom and peeks his head out.
"Can i go pwlay ouside? I pwomise i wont bothewr you." he begs, never once really looking at my face.
"Yes."
"Thank you Jadie." he runs of again and seconds later I hear a slapping sound that belongs to skin meeting tile floor. I stop for a second and listen carefully, maybe its the big sister in me or the years of female instincts that make me care, but whichever it is, it makes me freeze and wait for a cry of pain from the kid. But none come. " Ouwwch. . .I mwean. . I'm okaaaaayy!" he yells.
Satisfied with the answer I lean back on the sofa, turn the tv on and put on a movie.
Three bowls of popcorn and two sodas later I begin to notice the lack of annoying little boy. I slowly search the house while stretching my arms and back. I remember him asking something about playing outside so I head to the big glass doors that lead to our yard from the kitchen. As i near the glass doors l hear the joyful screams of happiness coming from a very happy 3 year old and see him jumping over a sprinkler that he learned to attach to the hose. He jumps over the water again and again, managing to slip on the wet grass a few times, probably eating mouthfuls of mud in the process. Covered in mud and grass he runs back towards the doors and I get out of his way. He walks carefully across the kitchen tile floor, dirty little feet leaving a wet muddy trail behind him. He climbs on a stool I hadn't noticed placed right up against the fridge and manages to grab a bucket of ice-cream from which he shovels spoon after spoonful into his mouth.
I leave him to his childhood and go back to the livingroom. If the worst he does while his mom is away is leave a few muddy prints on the kitchen floor and eat icecream, then it shouldn't be that hard of a. . . week, month? Honestly I don't know. All I know is that will probably be fine.
