Okay, this is my first published story. If you hate it... do i sound like i care? If you like it. Comment. Jess
It had been six weeks since I last saw my brother. After the whole thing with Chase, Reid had left the house and gone with Tyler to California to do God knows what. I sat in front of the TV with Caleb, Michael and Pogue, waiting silently for the other two to get here. I could hear voices outside the door and looked to Caleb, sitting across and to the left of me. Michael tensed beside me and Pogue sat up to my right. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees and waited in silence for them to come in. Just as the voices reached the door they stopped abruptly and everything went silent. I couldn't stand it; despite Caleb's warning look I got up and walked up the stairs to my room. I had a right to be pissed, some brother Reid was, he left me completely alone without telling me where the hell he was going until he was actually there. And even then, all I got was a text saying,
In California, see you in three weeks
The moron forgot to tell me about the part where he'd be staying another three weeks after that. I frowned and shut the door to my bedroom loudly, sitting down on my bed, I returned to the pissed off state I'd been in for the last month and a half, I grabbed a pillow from my bed and slammed it into my face. Screaming as loud as I could and knowing everyone downstairs could hear me. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at my door; he knocked and came in without hesitation.
"You right?" Reid asked shoving his hands into his pockets and looking at me. I took the pillow away from my face and glared at him, not saying anything. "Aw Jeez Alex, I told you where I was didn't I?" he asked and tried to catch my eye. "I would've taken you but—"
"Why the fuck would I have wanted to go?" I demanded, "I'm just interested to know why you didn't turn up at the fucking funeral!"
"What funeral?" he looked genuinely confused and I gaped,
"Our mother is dead and that's all you can say? I called you four times and texted you twice you moron!"
"What?" Reid demanded and I pulled at my hair. "Did you just say Mom's—?"
"YES REID! OUR MOTHER IS DEAD!" I screamed and slammed the pillow back into my face. Not bothering to check whether or not he was okay. The truth was, I didn't give a shit,
"How did it happen?" he asked quietly and I felt just a tiny bit guilty,
"She had a heart attack," I muttered and removed the pillow from my face, getting up. Reid was staring at me in shock from in front of my bed.
"Are you… Are you serious?"
"You think I'm joking? Am I really that sick?" I asked and nodded, his eyes widened in shock and I hugged him.
"Shit," he muttered and I pulled back, "So, does that mean we have to move?"
I shook my head, that was Reid for you, "No, we're eighteen moron,"
"Oh good, cause, I really cant be screwed," he lay down on my bed crossing his ankles and putting his hands behind his head.
"Jeez Reid, I knew you were a dick but mom just died,"
"And this is me grieving," he said, gesturing to the fact that he was lying down,
"Dick!" I yelled and stormed out of my room, much to my brother's amusement. How I was even related to that whack-job I had no idea, I thumped back down the stairs, muttering unintelligibly about arrogance and how I was definitely adopted. I threw myself down on the couch next to Michael and crossed my arms over my chest, followed shortly by Reid who went,
"Love you too sis," and patted my head, screwing up my hair so badly I thought I was going to shoot him right then. Reid went to sit down and my eyes went pitch black, yanking out the chair at the last moment and causing him to fall hard on his ass. He glared at me and his eyes followed protocol, mimicking my endless black as he tipped the couch I was sitting on backwards, Michael and I landed hard on our backs and I pulled myself up, glaring at him as Michael and I pushed the couch back up.
"I can't believe you!" I cried and he looked around as if to say who me?
"What? I'm just not an overly emotional person like you," he mocked and mimed wiping his tears from his eyes, I gaped and threw him back against the wall as hard as I could. Reid grinned and got up, throwing a lamp in my direction. I pushed it aside easily and continued glaring until Caleb jumped in front of me and Tyler tried to calm Reid down.
"Alex, stop okay? Do you want to get addicted?" he asked and I felt my eyes returning to normal
"Come on, relax, we all know Reid's incapable of emotion, just leave it," Pogue said quietly and Michael folded his arms and shook his head at me,
"What!" I demanded and he just shook his head again, my eyes went black again and Caleb rubbed his hands over his face in defeat
"How many times to I have to tell you two," he yelled, "If you use, you will die!" my thoughts derailed and I sat back down in the chair behind me. Reid did the same and Caleb glared at me.
"He's a cold heartless dickhead with no emotions," I shrugged and Pogue grinned, Caleb turned to Reid,
"She's right, I'm emotionless because I don't cry every chance I get," he mocked and held up his hands, "What can I say? I'll die sad and alone," Tyler snickered,
"Screw you brother. Caleb are you sure I'm not adopted?" I pleaded and he smiled.
"Can we just get this over with? I have stuff to do," Reid glared at me and I scoffed,
"More like people," Michael muttered and I snickered,
"Okay, everyone shut up," Caleb said and everyone sat down and stopped talking. "We have a problem,"
"Don't we always?"
