Disclaimer: I don't own disney's characters… and I don't own the listee's respective characters. I own… Melody and other characters to come later.

I am using real names so … I'll post who characters are at the beginning of each chapter…

Ethan "Spot" Conlon

Melody "Bittersweet" Conlon

Josephine "Gip" Miller

Matthew "Specs" Gordon

Sick and Twisted

"C'mon Ethan, we're gonna be late for school again!" Melody's voice screamed over the loud noise of back beats and strands of random music. There was some rustling coming from the other side of the door and then the music blared louder. Melody pounded her fists on the door. "Turn the fucking techno off and open the goddamn door!" her usually sweet voice turning into a ragged scream.

To Melody techno was the worst kind of music, if it could be classified as music. Sweet silence came and then the door swung open. The blonde hair on her brother's head was ruffled into a mess of short curls and the bags under his dangerous blue eyes seemed to have grown darker overnight.

Looking his sister over, he scowled. "You are not leaving this house wearing that." Melody's medium frame was clad in a form-fitting black lace corset, her large breasts overemphasized and her tight low rider jeans revealing barely an inch of skin. She rolled her eyes and shoved the door of her room open, which was opposite of Ethan's.

Reappearing with a ratty black hoody, she pulled it on and zipped it up all the way over her overflowing bosom. "Better?" she asked with a smirk. Ethan nodded sleepily and headed for the bathroom.

Melody wasn't one to let people control her. She would have never covered up if she thought he wasn't serious. Ethan had many times sat in their old '85 Honda Civic with the doors locked, not letting her in until she was "dressed properly" as he so fatherly had put it. Being the only man in the house as of late, Ethan had quickly taken on an annoyingly father-like role when it came to his younger sister; at least she thought it was annoying. Their mother was always working double shifts and whenever she was home, she was sleeping, leaving the two teenagers free to do pretty much whatever they wanted.

The sound of the shower running determined Melody's fate of being late to school again. She dragged her black Converse All-Star clad feet back to her bedroom and paused in front of the mirror. Melody had the curse of a well toned figure and a pretty face to go with it. Today was one of the few days she showed it off. She didn't like dressing normal, so she showed off in her own fashion. Her hair was cut short and dyed blue, always spiked upwards to perfection. If she wasn't wearing corsets, fishnets and the like, she was often found in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. She paused to finger the large silver cross that hung around her neck. Sighing, she fell back onto her messy bed. It was just going to be one of those days.

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Tapping her foot impatiently, a taller looking girl with dark features leaned up against a locker. Not her own, and everyone could tell that by the pissed off look she had on her face. The first bell rang and she slammed her fist into the locker besides her.

"Hey! Calm down Jo," a masculine voice said.

"She's late again Matt! I'm gonna kill that druggie brother of hers! The last thing she needs is another detention, which means another suspension, 'cause she swears she'll never go to detention!" It was enough to make Josephine bang her head backwards against the locker. Melody and Josephine were inseparable, the best of friends and a quirky pair of girls. Floaters, they reeked havoc every chance they got and there was quite a reputation behind the duo.

Matthew put his hand behind her head so she couldn't bang her head anymore. Having him so close, Jo took advantage of the situation and gave him a kiss that was so heated it fogged up his glasses. She pulled away without warming and smirked at him. "Classtime!" she explained and the couple parted their ways.

-

Thirty minutes and the sound of running water had not yet ceased. Melody turned on her side and stared at the alarm clock next to her bed. 8:15. Chemistry had started 15 minutes ago. She pushed herself up and stomped over to the bathroom door. "If you don't get your ass out of the shower this minute I'm not only going to drive to school without you, but I will also dispose of all the weed you have hiding under the driver's seat!" Melody threatened, kicking the door.

The water stopped running instantly and a moment later the door swung open and a very wet, very naked Ethan stepped out. "How did you know about those?" Ethan asked, voice full of concern and annoyance.

"I ain't blind and I sure as hell ain't stupid Ethan," Melody said as she rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "I know about all the other drugs you keep in your room too! I know why you do it Ethan, but it's still not right… it can't replace her y'know?"

Ethan's jaw dropped and he shook his head. "We're not discussing that right now."

"C'mon Ethan. I'm 17. I'm not you innocent little sister anymore. You can tell me these things. I may look the other way when you do this things, to the reason why, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's going on!"

Not knowing how to react, Ethan just shut his mouth and went into his room to change. He came back out in a black Nirvana t-shirt and dirty jeans. "Do you have soccer practice today?" he inquired, avoiding the earlier topic. He grabbed his books and shoved them into his bag as he spoke, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm walking home again, unless you're picking me up?" Melody knew what he would be doing while she was at practice, so the shake of his head was no surprise.

"You got your knife?" Ethan's eyes flashed up at her as he grabbed his keys.

"It's only a few blocks!"

"Do you have your knife?"

"It won't even be dark out yet…"

"Do you have your knife?" Ethan was losing his temper and he grabbed her by the shoulder bringing her face to his.

In a flash, Melody's hand was at her pocket and only seconds later the butterfly knife was flipped out and pressed against his throat. Her breath was heavy and her hand shook ever so slightly. There was even a trace of tears lining her green, emotion filled eyes. "See… I have my knife," her voice was raspy and she flicked it shut, pushing past him and out through the door.

"Melody… I didn't mean to…" Ethan started, but she was already out of earshot and halfway down the stairs.