So this takes place at the begining of season TWO. Spoilers will get into play about the finale eventually. Anything else I need to say? If something is unclear, please let me know. Thanks Reviews are nice.
In Lively Spirits
"Dick, do you think it'd be safe to come in? It's been an entire day and you haven't had any physical contact with a girl. I just wanna make sure you aren't in the middle of 'waxing your board' if I come in there. Dare I?"
"Oh Chipper, so young. So innocent." His door quickly opened and he promptly appeared, now leaning on the door frame. He gave her a look, questioning why she did just come to his humble abode.
"Well, seeing as Dad isn't in town tonight, and LakerMom can't really cook, me and Beav ordered some pizza. I mean, it will be there all night, but incase you wanted to come eat with us.. just wanted to let you know." She gave him a small smile and started her way down the hall. Dick stood at his door, contemplating the situation. His little sister had just interrupted his game of Halo to announce there was, what a shocker, pizza for dinner.
"Hey, Dickey, did I mention I made brownies?" She shot back at him, taking a dash to the kitchen. His eyebrows sparked with surprise and a twinge of happiness. One good thing about having his sister around, she was the only one who could master their mom's 'secret' recipe brownies.
Tempting.
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"Hey, Beav, tell me your ordered a pizza that isn't loaded completely with meat!" She walked into their massive kitchen, and took a seat on one of the stools. She stared eagerly at the boxes in front of her, and looked up at her brother.
"Don't worry Chipper, there's a plain, old, pepperoni and cheese in this pile somewhere," Cassidy smiled at his sister, turning one of the boxes around and handing her a plate.
"Augh, you know I prefer being called Wynne, you know, my given name." She was growing tired of the nickname her dad gave her. Was it her fault she was always so happy and optimistic as a child?
"Really? Incase you didn't know, I go by Cassidy."
"Fair enough." She smiled, and grabbed a slice of pizza, "I think Dick should be down any minute, I mentioned the brownies." She chuckled a bit, and shook her head. She quickly hopped off her stool and headed over to the fridge. She quickly grabbed a bottle of water for herself and a Red Bull for her brother.
The house was pretty quiet for this time of day. It can probably be blamed on the fact the three Casablancas children head back to school tomorrow. Their summer was over. It seems everyone was trying to soak in the last bits of summer. Wynne had been either in the pool, or beside it for most of the day while both her brothers had been in and out of the house. Luckily their step-mother had been out shopping for most of the day, which always relieved Wynne. If Kendall wasn't around, she couldn't nag on her about her flaws.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Dick slide across the kitchen floor in his socks. He piled up slices of pizza on his plate and landed on the stool beside her, making her surrounded by her brothers. He bit through half of a slice of pizza in a bite, and quickly chewed before speaking.
"So little Wynner, are you reading for high school?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows. She thought for a second. She probably wasn't, but oh well.
"Ready as I can be, I guess. I mean, I am prepared for seeing and being ignored by you two at school now." She smirked a bit, and sipped her water.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Dick rubbed his hand over her hair, making sure about every strand of the natural blonde (and underneath bottled bits of brunette) were now out of place, "You're just a new target."
"Ha-ha, thanks," She did her best to laugh along, but hearing him say something like that worried her. This was her brother, Dick Casablancas. Sure, he wasn't smart, but he knew a lot of people at Neptune High and he was entering his last year of high school. And everyone knows seniors demand respect from anyone lower then them in the school, and freshmen just meant someone else to poke fun at.
Cassidy just laughed along with his brother. He personally knew he wouldn't do anything like that to his sister, because Dick would have that covered. Not to mention the fact he actually enjoyed doing it. Wynne was more of a friend than a sister to him sometimes. She and him had gone through the same things, things they never talked about. Things they swore not to bring up, but they both leaned on each other since then. She was a lot better to talk to than Dick was. At least she held a straight face and had a sense of maturity to her. He loved her for that. Plus, since their new 'step mom' showed up, he found it was a lot easier to joke about her with Wynne, seeing as half the time Dick took 10.5 more seconds to get the joke.
"Who's up for brownies?"
Both boys' perked up at the sound of one of their favourite desserts. Wynne always knew copying down her mother's recipe would come in handy. Hopefully it would show her brothers something about herself. Warn them?
"What's your secret ingredient in these anyways?" Cassidy asked his sister, taking a bite out of his piece. It always perplexed him. Such a simple chocolaty fudge masterpiece which always left them wanting more.
"Probably crack, or something just as addicting.." Dick spoke, heading for a second piece.
"Really wanna know what it is Cass? It's just eating you inside, isn't it?" She leaned in beside her brother, as he eagerly awaited her response.
"Yeah?"
"It's loooooooove!"
Or maybe it was the doubled amount of chocolate found in the original recipe.
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Cassidy and Dick were sprawled out on the couch, eyes glued to the action game on the TV, and Wynne was sitting snugly in an armchair, (eyes glued to her laptop) when they heard the rustle of shopping bags echo throughout their house. It was as if they all sighed at once. Kendall was home from another one of her shopping trips. As her brothers returned their attention to their X-Box, Wynne followed the sounds of her stepmother as she made noise through the house. Kicking off her shoes, dropping her purchases near one of her closet, and back through the house.
She came into the wreck room, from the direction of the kitchen. She glanced around and, of course, quickly disapproved.
"I'm so glad you're going back to school tomorrow. I'm sick of you just, doing nothing productive." She glanced down at her nails, then to her watch.
"Productive like spending our dad's money?" Cassidy shot out. Both Dick and Wynne started laughing, while their 'mother' just scoffed.
"You know what, I'll pretend you didn't say that. And stop leaving all that gross calorie filled food out." She shook her head, then started walking out of the room. She drifted passed Wynne, and said quietly enough for her to hear, "Because, you know, some of us need to cut out some of the carbs and fat in our diet, don't we?"
Wynne glared up at her, and watched as she smirked and walked out of the room. It seemed Kendall Casablancas can never say anything civil to her step-daughter. She knew just the right things to say, at just the right tone, to drive her into the depths of her mind and question everything about herself. She sighed and shut her laptop. She knew she didn't have to listen to her, and she knew she shouldn't, but of course that didn't mean she wouldn't take the things she said to heart.
She got up off the chair and dashed up to her bedroom, carefully placing her laptop onto her desk then she headed to the bathroom. It was quite incontinent she had to share a bathroom with Cassidy, but, hey, it was a lot better then sharing with Dick. She stared into the mirror, and looked at herself. It's not that she was fat, she just wasn't stick skinny. She turned, and looked at herself from the side. Maybe I could stand to lost a few pounds..
'You're a Casablancas! There is never a need to worry about anything.'
Whatever you say, Dad.
Suddenly Dick appeared at the open doorway with that look on his face where you knew he was going to attempt to give you advice.
"You know Chip, no matter how long you stare at that mirror, you can never beat yourself in a staring contest." He coasted down the hallway, chuckling to himself.
There really was no need to worry. Wynne smiled to herself a bit. If Dick could get through highschool, she'd do just fine.