Eight is better Than One Chapter 1, an aliens/predator fanfic

Eight is better Than One

By: W. Lynn

After enduring the full blunt of four older brothers who by the way are the definition of annoying, Suzanne Brooks thinks she can handle just about anything the world can throw at her. What happens when a group of male Yautja drops by… literally. They somehow crash and the only place to safely stay at just so happens to be her more than huge house. All Suzanne's brothers have long since moved out and her parents leave her for a couple weeks for a free trip to Hawaii, but no way is Suzanne seeing this as a bad thing. Think of it … two weeks with the house to herself after nineteen years of always having someone there to bother you. It's like the perfect heaven for any young teen, but can seven extraterrestrials ruin that. Should I mention that five out of the seven are youngbloods that can perhaps out do Suzanne's four brothers on the immature meter. Lead by the group is no other than Ro'sel; A young (Sexy) veteran who doesn't really find humor in many things. Accompanying him is Des'ron; newly blooded and second in command.

Chapter 1: Rules and Regulations

"Suzie are you sure you're going to be alright without us," said my mom as she took a quick glance back at me while also shuffling a more than unnecessary sized suit case to the door.

My dad walked back in and grabbed her hefty suit case from her clutches. Her lips mouthed a thank you and he nodded and walked outside to put the luggage in the limo waiting outside.

"Yes mom," I groaned. "I'm nineteen, I think I can survive a couple weeks without your guidance," I said sarcastically.

She gave me a look before approaching me and kissing the top of my head.

"I know, I know," she said while caressing my cheek. "You know we would take you with us if we could … right?" she said guiltily.

I rolled my eyes and swatted her hand away.

"Don't worry mom … Hawaii sounds nice and all but I'd rather stay here. Anyways I don't want to miss my graduation ceremony and not to mention all the exams I have to take in a couple days." I said.

She nodded and kissed my temples before walking to the door. She turned around and gave me a look I knew all too well.

"You remember our house rules right?" she said.

I smiled.

"What… don't sell my brother's stuff on eBay," I said with a grin.

Yeah all four of my annoying older brothers have been long gone by now, and yes, sadly to my disappointment the atrocities do visit on occasions. Anyways they have left a few interesting trinkets be hide that look like they could sell for a good bargain.

She frowned and shook her head.

"No, but that to. All the house rules, emergency phone numbers including a few other helpful tips are on the note I left on the fridge. If there is anything wrong then just give us a call and we'll be back as soon as we can. Also I believe I told Cory to come here and drop off some money in a few days," she said.

I snorted at the name of my oldest brother.

"Drop off money more like check up on me," I said just a little annoyed she didn't trust me. Smart girl.

"No boys," she all of sudden said aloud.

I grimaced.

"You hear me," she said arching one of her brows into a motherly stare.

Thank god my father came in at that moment saving me the hassle of answering. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her cheek and she started up a fit of giggles. I opened my mouth making a blah kind of sound.

"Can't you two get a room or something?" I said dismissively.

My father finally released her and walked over to me doing a similar routine my mom performed involving the house rules … I love you… no boys … blah blah blah. Finally for what seemed like an eternity they began to leave. I murmured a quick goodbye and have a good time and I closed the door be hide them. I hurriedly scurried to a window and watched silently as they jumped in the limo and drove off down the long driveway slowly fading away the further they got and disappeared out of sight as they rounded a corner.

…

I'm … alone, I thought.

A huge goofy grin whipped across my face. "And then there was one," I muttered. I backed away from the window and just stood there in the middle of the huge foyer. I propped my hands on my hip and just looked from left to right wondering how I should start off these wonderful two weeks.

Well just standing here thinking about it is not going to get me anywhere, I thought.

I ran up the staircase and down the long corridor that eventually lead to my room. Once I went inside I was greeted with the welcoming array of colors and scribbles that made up the four walls of my room. I'm a very artistic person so even if my mom disapproves of me drawing on my walls I sure don't. I honestly think it gives my room just that extra boost of originality. I found my IPod and rapidly turned it on and flipped through my songs and randomly played one. I put the earplugs in my ears and turned it on full blast.

Right right turn off the lights
We gonna lose our minds tonight
What's the dealeo?
I love when it's all too much
5 AM turn the radio up
Where's the rock and roll?

Party crasher
Panty snatcher
Call me up if you a gangster
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey
Why so serious?

You know the type of dancing a person would do alone in the privacy of their own room … well yeah … this was probably it. I jumped around my room while singing along to the lyrics. I'm sure after awhile I just blanked out for a few minutes ... you ever had that feeling?

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!

Slam slam oh hot damn
What part of party don't you understand?
Wish you'd just freak out
Can't stop coming and hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now

After awhile I decided to take my little party down stairs. I skipped happily all the way down the hall and to the stairs and stopped at the edge.

Party crasher
Panty snatcher
Call me up if you a gangster
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey
Why so serious?

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty

Dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise your glass

I put my butt on the rail and slid all the way down to the bottom … thank god I've done this a million times so I wouldn't embarrass myself on this story …

Ha, yeah right.

I stuck the landing with grace and accuracy … okay I'm lying. My foot slid once it hit the marble floor and I fell landing hard on my butt. Flat on the cold floor I groaned and muttered a faint ouch and just sat there and let the song play out. Yeah after falling I wasn't really in a dancing mood anymore …

Oh shit my glass is empty
That sucks

So if you're too school for cool
And you're treated like a fool
You could choose to let it go
We can always we can always
Party on our own

So raise your (aw fuck)
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be never be!
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty
Dirty little freaks
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise! Your! Glass!
Won't you come on! and come on! and
Raise your glass for me
Just come on and come and
Raise! Your! Glass! For me

Once the song was over I awkwardly pick myself up from the floor and made a depressing walk to the kitchen. I turned down the volume to my IPod somewhere in between this action. I walked over to the fridge and opened it taking a Caprisun from its many compartments. Once I closed the door I was met with a note that was hung up on the surface of the fridge with a smiley faced magnet. I briefly read over it just barely catching a few rules and regulations here and there.

Rule #1: No parties.

Rule #2: Keep house clean.

I laughed at the first two rules. "Yeah right," I said with a humorous grin.

I skipped the rules which by the way went all the way down to rule #26. Damn that's a lot of rules! I carried on to the other guidelines.

Important numbers:

Police: 911

Fire department: 911

What, do they think I'm going to burn down the house or something, I thought. I departed the thought and continued reading.

Mom: 619-707-8873

Dad: 619-546-3783

Cory: 918-345-6748

Josh: 748-893-3892

Erik: 873-938-1830

Brandon: 389-379-9283

Grandma: 893-378-2093

Grandpa: 738-094-2893

I yawned eventually finding this information uninteresting. I left out the remainder of the numbers and skim through the rest of the paper till my eyes found the bottom of the note. In big valiant letters that clearly said do not let any boys in this house under any circumstances while we are absent. We will have people watching you so don't get any ideas. I shuddered and l warily looked from left to right expecting to see a FBI agent peeking through my window … creepy. I didn't even notice that my IPod was still playing when I heard the faint murmuring of voices. I curiously turned up the volume to see what was playing.

Don't let haters keep me off my grind
Keep my head up I know I'll be fine
Keep fighting until I get there
When I'm down and I feel like giving up I think again

I whip my hair back and forth
I whip my hair back and forth (just whip it)
I whip my hair back and forth
I whip my hair back and forth (whip it real good)

I frowned.

"I don't feel like whipping my hair right now," I said bleakly.

I turned off the IPod and set it down on the counter. I went back into the foyer and wondered … now … how much trouble can a nineteen year old get into in two short weeks?

Well I guess we'll be finding out soon enough …

I rubbed my hands together like a sinister scientist.

"And what will she do next," I said with a grin.