Thanks to only-one-of-my-kind-7 for giving me the random words to make this story :D and a thanks to FlyingSolo365 who pionted out that Roy needs to be in some of these stories.

L.L.A.P

~Laces

"What's for breakfast?" I inquired, as I took a seat at the dining room table. My brother walked into the room. His brown hair was ruffled up from, most likely, having problems sleeping. That happened a lot to him.

"Toast." he answered. I gave him a look.

"Toast?" I inquired. He had a grin on his face, even though I could tell he was trying to hide it.

"Yup." he answered.

"C'mon Josh!" I sighed. "I'm a growing girl! I need something more then just toast." I explained. He merely shrugged.

"Barbeque chips." he suggested.

"I could be like any normal girl and have some pancakes or something, but noooo. I don't even think that Barbeque chips and toast can be considered breakfast." I stated, grabbing the bag of chips and toast. Josh collapsed on the couch.

"One, you are not a normal girl, and two, any food in the morning can be considered breakfast." he informed. I rolled my golden eyes. I hated to admit it, but he was right.

A shiver ran down my spine as I took a bite out of my toast. I hated the cold, and I looked at the thermostat temperature. Forty degrees Fahrenheit. Great. I opened the curtains to look out the window. IT WAS SNOWING!

"JOSH!" I exclaimed.

"Whaaat?" he whined from the couch. I stormed over to him.

"I feel like I'm living in an igloo. It's snowing outside, and the thermostat is at Forty degrees!"

"Alex, you're such a complainer." Josh laughed slightly.

"I have a reason to complain. I'm freezing!" he looked up at me, and his green eyes met my gold ones.

"The heater's kinda…. Ummm… broken." he said, giving me a weak smile. I knew that I was going to regret asking, but I did anyway.

"How?"

"Ummm…" he gave me a nervous look. "An experiment to see what my abilities could do to something warm." he informed sheepishly.

"You can control the cold! Of course you'd break the heater!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. He shrugged with a slight grin.

"Just drawl yourself a sweater." he said nonchalantly. I gave him a final glare, then marched out of the dinning room, into my bedroom. I grabbed my notepad, and concentrated on drawling a warm sweater. Once I was content with my drawling, I put my hand over it and concentrated hard. In front of me appeared a warm sweater.

My brother and I aren't what you'd call normal. Ever since we were little we could do weird stuff. Josh could freeze pretty much anything and the cold had virtually no effect on him. I could drawl things and make them real. Only inanimate objects though. I couldn't create an animal or person. Both my brother and also have weird dreams. When a person dreams, they usually can't feel anything, unless it's actually happening to their body while they're asleep. Once I felt the pain of one of my teeth being ripped out, but once I woke up, my tooth was fine. It wasn't even loose. Josh hates explaining what goes on in his dreams. All I know is that it keeps him from having a full nights rest. My poor 25 year old brother seemed to still be having nightmares.

I checked my clock once I had my sweater on. It was about 8:25. I promised myself that I would wake up Josh from the couch in five minutes. He had work as a waiter at a restaurant. Just then, I heard glass shatter and Josh scream in pain.

"JOSH?" I exclaimed, running out into the room. The glass window was shattered, and Josh was groaning in pain as blood was seeping from his arm. "Josh hat happened?" I inquired.

"Shot." he grunted.

"I'll call 9-1-1." I stated, picking up the phone. However another gunshot rang out and the phone in my hand was blasted to pieces. Two more shots were fired. One hit Josh in the leg, and the next grazed my shoulder. I dropped to the floor behind the couch for cover.

"Josh! Get behind the couch." I growled. No answer. Oh God. Please. Don't be like mom and dad, Josh! I thought to myself franticly. I then heard him moan. He was alive! Just then I heard the window break more, and it was followed by heavy foot steps. I didn't want to look. Suddenly I felt a hand roughly grasp my shoulder.

"Hello Alexandra. I believe that you and your brother will be coming with me."