Mobile
Summary: Inspired by Mobile by Avril Lavigne. School life is hard, and it's even harder for the Calaway twins when they start at yet another new school. April, the oldest and most bold, catches the eye of Chris Irvine. Anna, the younger, shyer of the two, catches the eye of Scott Levy, an outcast. Can the girls focus on school or will the boys prove to be the greatest distraction of all? /OC, Raven/OC
Part One Prologue
January: Venice Beach California, Winter 1996.
Venice Beach. A quiet, serene place on the coast of Los Angeles, California. People jogged along the coast as others drove to work. Even at 5:30 in the morning, people were busy, keeping themselves occupied and warm in the light snow that had fallen the night before. They hardly had any time for themselves. One man did, however.
Mark Calaway, who most people knew as The Undertaker, watched as people hurried by, sipping at his coffee as he rested his arms on the front porch of his new house. It was a large Victorian house, a mile from the beach, and only a short walk from the city. In the front yard was a huge oak tree with a tyre swing hanging from its branches. Mark took another swig of his coffee. Inside the house behind him were three sleeping 15 year olds, peacefully tucked up in bed, although Mark guessed his son would be downstairs soon enough, playing video games, and his daughter's would be half under the covers, snoring their heads off.
April, Anna and Gunner were the three main things that kept him from killing himself. He had wanted, so many times, to commit suicide. Jodi had left him broken and, well, not the man he once was. Her death had affected everyone in the Calaway Family, but it had affected Mark the most. He had lost, not only his wife and the mother of his children, but the greatest and best friend he had ever had. He missed her as much as someone could, and never stopped thinking about her. But he needed to be strong for his kids.
A loud ringing from upstairs jerked Mark's attention. He looked up, knowing that his three children were awake. The ringing stopped, and three disgruntled groans echoed from upstairs. He smirked, downing the rest of his coffee before heading inside.
When he reached the kitchen, Mark noticed a glass and a carton of Orange Juice sitting on the bench. He raised an eyebrow, putting his mug on the table with a loud clang. A tallish boy with dark red, almost bronze, blond and black hair, stood up. Mark smiled, picking his mug up again and putting it in the sink.
"Now is one of those very few moments where your sisters aren't here to jeopardise the peace. Tell me you're going to be good this time, Gunner. Please?" Mark said to his son, sitting on the bench. Gunner looked up at his father and gave him a cocky look. "Don't you dare give me that look, Gun. You promised me last night you wouldn't disobey me again."
"I said I would, never said promise," Gunner said as he walked upstairs.
"Gunner Harley Calaway!" Mark called after him, his temple throbbing.
"Way to use his full name, Dad."
Mark spun around and looked at his two identical twin daughters, who wore completely different outfits. Anna's was a dark blue dress with knee high platforms; around her waist was a blue belt, the same colour as her dress. April wore a black and red 'Cranberries' band t-shirt with cargo shorts and sneakers. Mark sighed as his daughters sat on the stools in front of him. He rolled his eyes and slipped off the bench, ruffling his hands through his daughters' hair.
"Oi," April said, straightening out her midnight black hair.
"Watch the hair," Anna said, combing out the knots in her freshly dyed red hair.
Mark grinned and walked into the living room, leaving his daughters to their breakfast.