Hey! This is really my first story! I'm redoing it a little bit… yah the first version yah I got rid of it. For reasons. ANYWAY. I hope you read this, but if u hate I DO NOT want to know how u feel… just saying, from past occasions.

Disclaimer—I don't and will never own SWAC (unless pigs start flying… lots of people wont get what they want :( )


"Dylan, wake up! We Have to get going to your cousins! Its already 6:12, you were supposed to be up 12 minutes ago!"

I woke to the sound of my mom screaming my name and shaking me to get up. "Mom! You're ruining my beauty sleep." I mumble and say lazily.

"Jeez, I swear. Sometimes you might as well just be your dad, now get up before I get the bucket" she warns.

and with that I snap my eyes open, jump out of bed, kneel in front of my mom, and beg dramatically, " I'm up I'm up, but please don't get the bucket! I'm too young to be burdened with the coldness and the iciness of the bucket! Aww, now I'm thirsty! Wait, anyway… I haven't even had a full life yet! I don't even have a boyfriend yet! For the love of god, I don't even wear a bra yet! I have-" but I was interrupted by my mom speaking and laughing hysterically, "gosh! You can be so dramatic sometimes! Its just ice water! "

"What's wrong with being dramatic?" I ask.

"Everything! Just go get a shower, get dressed and come down for breakfast will yah? But remember when packing that were going to your cousin Annies barn, so dress right." she says getting really smiley. When the heck is she not smiling?

"Ugh fine."

"Fine."

"Mom! That's a you and dad thing! Not me and you thing!" I say pointedly. She responds with, "It doesn't matter, just when your don't packing give your stuff to dad he'll take it to the car." "Yah, because you told him to. So dads whipped!" I laugh at how true it is. Mom blushed pink, But didn't seem too happy about what I said, "he is not!"

"Yes he is!" I then started jumping on my bed screaming," DAD IS WHIPPED! DAD IS WHIPPED! DAD IS—"but I'm interrupted by an angry voice from the hallway, what is it? Interrupt Dylan day? "There are other people in this house yah know!" I then see my little brother walk into the room in just his boxers " I'm trying to get ready, but its not working with all you're yelling!" he states wearing his 'I'm innocent' face.

"Sorry Alex. Dylan get off the bed, your 11 not 6! Now both of you, go get ready. And no complaining!" she says and walks out.

"Ha! See I'm the good child." he says happily.

"No you just act like it you little twerp!" I say and walk over to him and stare him down.

"So? What's your point?"

"Ugh! Why do you have to be so annoying-"

"Me? I'm annoying? You're the one who-"

"I mean you just walk right in my room and-"

"talks on the phone aaaall night when I'm-"

"Hi"

By this point in our argument, my little sister Lindsey comes into the room, wanting to be in the argument too and says 'hi' with a smile on her face every 2 seconds.

"start talking about boy stuff that I don't even-"

"Hi"

"trying to sleep! But no sleep isn't on your mind its-"

"Hi"

"care about. AT ALL. Even though I tell-"

"Hi"

"Jacob Bailey and his 'cute' smile and dimples-"

"STOP!"

"Hi daddy"

"you to go away like five billion times-"

"BOTH OF YOU STOP!"

We both freeze, and finally notice dad had come into the room. Fuming I might add.

If looks could kill, me, Alex, and Lindsey would all be dead.

"Lins, if yah go downstairs there's fresh pancakes ready for yah!" he says while kneeling down to her height. Her face lights up at this and says "OK." and skips out of the room happily with her blonde curls bouncing with her. Being 6 years old does give you some perks.

"I don't even want to know what you were arguing about, because it's probably something as stupid as ever." he states. "But she was-" "nope" "it was all his-" "I don't want to hear it." "Fine" we say simultaneously. "Ok now Dylan go do whatever girls do to get ready. And Alex… put a shirt on." he commands and leaves the room.

It's always like this. Me and Alex somehow get into a fight over something and half the time it's about the stupidest thing. And either mom or dad come and break it up, or they're both caught up in flirting/staring/or upstairs doing you know what, to even stop us. Yah we get on each others nerves, but he's a good kid.

We don't really look alike though; I mean he's got dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, while I have my dads dirty blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. But the weird thing is that my sis Lindsey who has blond hair, her eyes, they're bright green. No one in our family has bright green eyes. Weird huh, yah, but at least I'm the oldest, so ha! In your face Alexander David Cooper! I'm 2 years older than you! You're only a little 9 year old!

Once out of thoughts I noticed Alex had left to do….whatever he does, so I go and start packing. I pack 4 tank-tops, 7 tee-shirts, 3 v-neck shirts, 4 pairs of shorts, 3 pairs of skinny jeans, 4 pairs of seat-pants, and my glow in the dark pajamas. yes I have glowing pajamas, be jealous!

So once I'm out of the shower, I head down stairs to get some really yummy pancakes! But instead of walking down the stairs, I slide down the railing, like always. What I didn't notice that someone was already walking down, with they're hand on the railing, I collide with them and fall down the stairs, step by step. Except from the pain…that was fricken awesome!

"Dylan! What have I told you about rail sliding?" my dad yells. "ummm… never do it with mom in the house?" I say sheepishly. He rolls his eyes and comes to help me up, "haahaaa you're so funny! No. Never do it because for example, you could run into someone and fall and break something or someone." at his choice of words I burst out laughing.

"Ha-ha! You said don't 'do it' because I might run into somebody, or break something! Ha-ha!" a scowl turned onto his face, "you know that's not what I meant!"

"Ok, ok, but look I didn't break anything or anybody. sooo this time doesn't count!" I say proudly.

"Fine. This time you're free to go. But next you think about it…don't think about it!", he says with a smirk.

"mmmk" "great now go eat something" and we both walk into the kitchen to see mom and Alex what looks like their first pancake, and Lindsey her third pancake. Jeez! She eats like a horse! But she's still so small.

"Lins, save some for rest of us!" Alex says. "But I'm hungry! And your pancakes were getting cold. So I couldn't let them go to waste." she says innocently showing her dimples. "Oh jee you're so nice to eat them for me." my dad says sarcastically. We all laugh at that.

My family is pretty wierd. There are some perks to famous parents, like awesome food, nice clothes, a good house, stuff like that. Its all mostly good, except for the paparazzi their just full of shit.

Lindsey, she can be such a cutie sometimes, but can be really selfish though. But still fun and nice to hang out with even for a 5 year old.

Mom and Dad? They're totally in love, its soo romantic, but sickening. Sometimes they'll start making out right in front of our faces and I have to cover Lindsey's eyes. Sometimes they start whispering, mom will usually giggle and then go upstairs and you get the picture, gross right? So having lovesick parents isn't really the best. But then it hit me.

"Mom. Dad. How did you guys get together?"


hope you like it :)

Charley