A/N~ Summary~ A slutty girl and her older, flamboyant brother go to an arts school, but when it burns down, they're forced to head to La Push high for the remainder of the year.
MOST THE CHARACTERS THAT WE CHOSE TO BE IN THE STORY FROM THE SUBMISSIONS WILL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
{HAYDEN(Denny)}
The next morning was like waking up after a natural disaster. Like I just hit an all time low. And not the band 'All Time Low,' the real life, kick you in the ass, hurts to sit down after such a massive fall, all time low.
My head pounded. My throat burned. My breath smelled.
And all I wanted was some God damn coffee.
Rolling, literally, out of bed, I crawled my way across the grey shag rugs of the hall way, stopping outside the bathroom and banging loudly on the locked door.
"Ru! I gotsta pee!"
No response.
"AUBREY MICHAEL WALKER!"
"ONE SECOND DARLING~ ALMOST DONE MOISTURISING!"
Rolling my eyes I banged on the door loudly.
It was the daily routine honestly. And just between you and me, it was getting old. Fast.
"No need for such a ruckus, Denny." He giggled, opening the door and looking down at me. If it were anyone but Ru, I would have found it odd that my sixteen year old brother came strolling out of the bathroom with make-up smeared on his face, his hair curled, and in one of my best dresses.
Narrowing my eyes at the older boy, I crawled pass him, only pulling myself up when I reached the sink where Ru, luckily for him, remembered to set up my Hello Kitty tooth brush. Sighing, I went to work. My hair, make-up, and fortunately for the rest of the world, my teeth.
I stripped down to my under garments silently, tossing yesterdays old clothes into the hamper before walking myself back down into the kitchen where Ru's voice carried out the familiar tune of 'I feel like a woman' by Shania Twain. Grumbling heavily under my breath, I raised a brow at him as he danced around the kitchen, flipping over pancakes on the stove like only a true woman could.
His frilly, pink apron was wrapped tenderly around his slight frame as he twirled gleefully, scooping the remaining pancakes on the clear glass plate.
"Ru?" I called boredly, making him turn to face me with exciement.
"WAREDROBE CRISIS!"
He knew me too well.
{Aubrey}(RU)
The baby needed helping getting dressed, and the greatest help that could be offered, she would get. Quickly, I grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her out of the boring old kitchen and towards her lovely little bedroom; not after turning off the stove, of course. I shoved her in, quickly looking through her dresser and then her closet, making a massive mess in the process.
I was brilliant and picking out clothes, or anything that had to do with style, fashion, but I was also the Queen of Making Messes. Well, King and Queen both.
"Ru," she whined, falling boredly onto the bed, her limbs flailing loosely against the sheets as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. "It's nice out. Nothing heavy. Nothing…"
She was going to say "ugly," or something along those lines, but she knew me all too well. I didn't pick out ugly or unstylish clothing, I picked out the best of the best, perfect, fantabulous outfits that would make even the ugliest of uglies look almost remotely sexified.
My hips swayed, and my lips worked along to familiar tunes by darling, amazing, beautiful Ke$ha. Songs about waking up, feeling like P. Diddy, and songs about taking it all off. Ah, Ke$sha, you beautiful goddesss, you. And, it was rare for me, to think a woman sexy.
I heard her sing along behind me, kicking her feet against the carpeted floor, and making horse noises when she wasn't singing with me. I rolled me eyes, pulling out sexy tight skinny jeans and a cute tank-top. She was my baby sister, after all, and I was her big bro, I couldn't have her going around looking totally flashy, yeah?
"This!" I cried out.
She popped up, looking it over. "That?" She asked questionable.
"This! Denny, now you march your little butt over here and you throw this on, and you'll like it!"
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am."
She took it from me, and threw it on. Truth be told, baby looked gorgeous. She looked herself over, grinned in approval, and nodded her pretty little head.
"Oh, darling, brava." I grinned, applauding. "Now go get your breakky."