Hey guys, Mara here! Sorry for not posting, I've sort of already played out this chapter in my head and just needed to get it down on paper, HOWEVER...I've been working on other stories, projects have been due, ect. SO! This story took a bit to get the second chapter posted, but trust me, I think I have up to at least 10 chapters in my head. So, just need to have that time to write it down. Thank you so much for those people simply viewing my story, you have no clue how happy that makes me!
Now...For the disclaimer:
Me: Blaiiiize, Lottie, I at least own you, right...?
Blaize & Lottie: I suppose you do...However, you cant have the MCL guys!
Me: Whhhyyyy?
Blaize: Because they're asshats? I mean, Red-head from the Dollar Shop totally needs a lesson!
Lottie: Um, no. Because all rights go to My Candy Love, Idiot...besides, I dont wanna share Nathaniel.
Blaize: Who?
Lottie: Um...No one. Anyways, on with the story!
That night all the PassionHurts kids were rounded up at exactly six to eat dinner. Blaize struggled swallowing down the meat-loaf her mother had made without throwing up. She quickly washed the taste away with red-bull she'd bought from the Dollar Store, but couldn't wash away her cringing face.
All of her siblings wore matching expressions.
"Mom. . ." Said Vince, staring at his plate with a hand covering his nose. "It smells gross. . .I ate five bites, can I leave the table now?"
"No! I made meat-loaf specially for this occasion of our first time eating dinner as a family in our new house. So eat it all."
Armin let out what sounded like a half sob beside her. "Oh God, can we please just go get Mcdonalds?" He begged, looking over to their dad who was solemenly staring at his untouched meat-loaf.
"We couldn't even if we wanted to," Said Lottie from where she was busyily cutting up the pieces of meat loaf to examine them in the dim light the chandlier gave off above them. "There isn't a Mcdonalds in our area."
Everyone sighed and moaned at the information, and just then the door to the kitchen swung open, reaveling Blaize's twin skipping in with oven mits on. "Dinner is ready, guys, sorry to make you wait!" Chirped Alexy, setting the dish down before them that smelled heavenly. "What is it?" Vincent asked, leaning forward to tug off the dish's silver domed lid. "Ah! Chicken bathed in white wine sauce!"
The smell filled the room, and it was like a glow came from the roasted chicken before them. Blaize quickly regained her appetite at the sweet smell.
"Hmph!" Her mother made a face and crossed her arms like a child. "Well, I'll just take my dish back into the kitchen!" She snatched their plates away to walk stubbornly off to the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later everyone was leaning back in their chairs relaxing while finishing their drinks, Alexy had also made special punch that had pinapple and cherrys on the stick little umbrella that was stuck into the drink. Their mother had mixed alchol into her individual drink, and had let her long blue hair down from its complicated style of braids and a bun.
"So," She surveyed all of her kids with her light blue eyes, and stopped on Blaize and Lottie who sat across from each other. "I hear you two went out today. Did you meet anyone?"
Blaize didn't say anything, and just stared at her mother waiting for Lottie to answer that question. Surely she didn't have to mention Red, did she? Her master-evil plots were top-secret.
"Well, I headed over to the school and actually picked up all of our forms." Lottie finally gave in, meeting each of her sibilings gazes. "There's plenty of time for you to fill them out tonight, I think." She gave them her signautre sporty smile, a smile that automatally closed the discussion from going any further.
She was holding back on something. Blaize realized, and looked over at her brothers to see if they'd noticed it as well. Vincent was oblivious, sucking down the rest of his drink, but Armin and Alexy looked at her pointedly.
Not that it could've been that important. Blaize thought to herself. What could happen in one day?
"And Blaize honey? What about you?" Her dad snapped her back into reality, and once again she had the urge to blurt out and ask: Why are you even here?
"I just checked out the shops." Blaize shrugged.
Lottie began choking on her drink, her face becoming red as everyone stared at her in utter silence. Finally, she managed:"You what?"
"I...Went...To...The...Shops...?" Blaize sounded out for her elder sister, as if she were hard of hearing.
"Oh, but when I suggest we go to the clothes shop you refuse!" She grumbled, her soft baby face twisting into a look of agitation.
Blaize sighed, not really wanting to become the target of anger of her sister. "I just went to the dollar shop. Chill."
The night went on normally for the PassionHurts family, and before long the children were all snuggled and tucked away in their individual beds in their individual rooms. Before long, school roused them the next day.
~Lottie's P.O.V~
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping, blowing bubbles, and flashing multi-colored lights. Sitting up, I raise my hands above my head feeling well rested and let out a contented sigh before picking up my Snoopy doll and chucking at my alarm clock just so perfectly it turns off. Slipping out of my bed I open up the window to breath in the sweet new morning of Sweet Amoris. Everything is so different out there, this house is different,I look around my room, but somehow, I still managed to find a place suitable and much alike from my room at home—I mean, LA.
Perusual, I am the first person to rise in the PassionHurts house, not including those rare days when mom doesn't check up on Armin who ends up playing video games silently all night. Of course, he never really went to bed, so he didn't rise from sleep. So, Charelotte PassionHurts record hasn't been scratched yet.
I skip down the stairs, sure to turn on every light seeing as this house is new and unfamillar. I've gotten up earlier today to try to arrange my routine and prepare for the huge day of ahead: The first day of school in the middle of the year. How exciting.
I round the corner into the living room which I proceed to the door leading to the garage. Inside our three car garage I dig through boxes until I find my old battered soccerball from when I was six. Blaize has many times tried to destroy it with her explosives, and the ware shows on the battered smoky sides, Alexy's stray dog he'd taken in had chewed on it, and Armin had criticized the idea of soccer and on numerous occasions tried to throw it away. My paren't even offered to buy me a new one, but this was my ball. Mine.
I tuck the ball under my arm, and in my Pjs head back into the house and through the back door to our wide back yard. I hadn't noticed it before, but we have many tree's in our back yard, but there is enough room for things to be launched from our yard out into space (Demanded by Blaize...) And the tree's are for Mom's gardening, which she adores. The spacious room is also for me.
I plug in my Ipod in, go to my playlist, stuff my earbuds in, and let the soccer ball hit the ground.
Nightcore, "Stamp On The Ground", plays and pumps me up causing me to dance a bit around the socccer ball, do small tricks with it before launching it with a well measured kick straight into the goal thirty feet away.
My fist pumps into the air, and I laugh a bit jumping in circles to my techno music, a high me and Alexy adore.
Back inside, I'm surprised to see my little brother, Vince, sitting on the floor near the island.
"Vince?" I raise a brow, kicking my soccer ball to the side of the room where it lands under the coffee table. "Whats up?" I ask out of breath and check the stove clock. "Its five-thirty. You're up early-"
Vince made a whining sound, crawled over to me with his pajama sleeves dragging on the ground, and coils his arms around my waist like he's some little kid.
I sigh, Oh wait, he is a kid. I ruffle his hair before picking him up and pulling him to my waist. His legs insticntely coil around me though he's getting far too big for this babying. "What happened?" I asked again, brushing his dark hair from his face.
"I had a bad dream." He whispered as if it were the most terrifying thing in the world. I could only imagine what my kid brother could have nightmares of. His toy-robots trying to eat him?
"What did you dream about?" I asked, slowly edging my way closer to the island to set him down on top of it. He didn't let go of my waist, but uncoiled his legs. "I had a dream that you, Blaize, Armin, and Alexy ran away back to LA without me." He began, and took a breath. "Mum and dad went after you and left me alone here. No one came back for me...I got all old and stuff, and still no one came."
I stared at my little brother's pink eyes. Most of the PassionHurts kids had lovely bubblegum pink eyes, and only Armin was the exception of having our mother's clear bright blue eyes. My sweet Vince, he dreams so innocently. And is innocent, I recognize as I look into his eyes. No matter how old he tries to act. "Oh Vince," I have to control my voice from laughing. "No one would forget you. No one will leave you behind. You are the youngest—The treasured one in the PassionHurts' family." I kiss his cheek. "And my little brother. Trust me, if anyone wasn't coming with us back to LA, it would be Armin."
Vincent giggles, and I notice how shiny his eyes are. No...He wasn't really going to cry over this dream, was he? "Lottie, no. We'd all go, together...Accept mom and dad. They were the ones who moved us."
We both sigh, and I look over to the clock. Five-forty. "Crap! I'm off schedule!" I lurch away from the Island, and Vince still gripping my waist is pulled with me. "Vincent, let go!" I bark, agigtated. "Noooo," He whines in my side as I drag him across the floor to the fridge.
"Vince, I need to make our lunch, so can you please let go?" He doesn't reply, and doesn't let go, either. I make a groaning noise and drag him back over to the island with lunch meat in hand. Then I take my head-phones, shove them in my ear, and play a song so loudly that I cant hear Vince's slight whining about how I was using ham on his sandwhich. Instead, with him clinging to my waist and crying over his sandwhich, I do a weird dance with my legs spread apart, italion sauce being squirted on his ham-sandwhich, and my head whipping back and forth to the rhythm of "Ravers In The Uk".
When mom comes down stairs she laughs at us.
I'm staring at myself in the mirror: From my cardboard boxes I dug out a old plaid orange skirt, a black pull-over sweater in Blaize's box to go over my white button-up shirt, and a tie I stole from dad to tuck in under the sweater. I wear dark stockings that reach up past my knee's and black penny loafers. My hair is braided fancily and the two braids connect at the side of my head by a black thin ribbon, the rest of my hair shaggy on my shoulders. I slowly turn, examning myself in my full length mirror. No, I don't look like I belong in this Teenage Dream bedroom, with a "Just Dance" arcade game set up to the right and far side of me where I can see in the mirror, my sporty bed with an orange comforter and bright sky blue pillows with puffy clouds in it. Nah, I look like I'm a foreigner to my own room.
I smile. I look nothing like myself.
Instead of snagging my Domo bag from the closest, and after long brooding and heisitation, I grab a plain black messenger bag to slide my new binder and packets of paper in. Looking at myself in the mirror again, I smile. But my bag suddenly feels...too light. My eyes flick over to the bright orange and blue head-phones on my desk, and my teeth clench. It'll just be a distraction, I tell myself. I need to focus.
I leave my room nearly bumping into Armin, who's wearing a BMO shirt, black jeans, and colorful wrist bands. "Hey." He somehow detects me without looking up from his video game. Its one I haven't seen before, so I lean over his shoulder. "Is that a new game?"
He snorts, and frowns. "No, Lottie, my new game is currently smashed somewhere on the High-way, courtesy of a moving truck." He flicked his blue eyes up to me for a moment to give something between a pout and a glare that makes me laugh. "What? Its not funny!" He huffs, and stomps away with me giggling after him.
Downstairs, the table is surronded with all the PassionHurts kids accept Blaize who is the only youngest daughter to actually get away with the rule of 'Be Up By Six-thirty' Because somehow, at Seven-o-clock she's completely dressed and ready to go with the rest of us.
How fortunate she is for her perfect internal alarm clock and crazy organized speed. "Hey, Mom, pass the bacon." Says Alexy around a mouth-full of Hash-browns. He has done his daily check-up on our outfits today, approving of Armin's BMO shirt just because he liked Adventure Time himself, giving dad an 'Ok' seeing as he was wearing a navy-blue suit to work, Vince his usual 'Oh-My-Gawd-If-Anyone-Asks-We're-Not-Related speech, and gave me an heistant 'Ok' with lingering eyes.
The fasion police himself gave mom the best score today of 80% because she'd pulled out an old sixities dress that made our already too young looking mom look "younger" according to Alexy. Usually Blaize was the high-scorer everyday, always ranging between 60 and 70% with Armin coming in second, but I think thats just because Alexy likes his twin very much. We agree much on fashion, and Alexy would rather die than battle out Blaize's wadrobe full of dreary black, blood reds, and other moody colors.
Speaking of the devil, at Seven sharp Blaize came striding around the corner with her hair perfectly straight, hands tucked into her black skinny jean pockets, a red 'Winged Skull' shirt with a leather jacket layering on top, a black fedora with spikes on it popped on her head, and black converse. "Are we leaving?" Her voice was always really soft in the mornings, like a whisper, and it remained that way until later in the day, as if she'd lost her voice. Alexy continued to shovel food into his mouth, murmering "Seventy-seven percent" upon Blaize's arrival. I couldn't help but smile.
"Ah yes, we're leaving." Dad stood up, catching his coffee cup up and draning it of the last of the black liquod. I began to reach for my bag as dad headed toward the door. Alexy had to snag Armin by his collar to get him up from the table, and Vince was trying to finish the last of his pan-cakes when dad picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. "Dad! Dad, wait! My book bag-!" I picked up my little brother's spiderman book-bag and handed it to him, following dad out the door with the whining child, Armin and Alexy behind me. "Here," I heard mom say behind me to Blaize like she did every morning. "Seeing as you were to lazy to join us for breakfast, this is a little something for the ride there."
Blaize's P.O.V
With the taste of bacon still in my mouth, I stride toward the school confidently. After all it is only half the size of my previous school in California. The most I could worry about is the amount of students at this school, For all of us PassionHurts kids have gone to private schools with a low percentage of students that could actually afford the teachings and pass the tests in order to get in. Though we may seem like delinquents, the lot of us, we excel greatly in our grades. Armin specializing in mathmatics and computer programming, Alexy high in English Arts and World History, Lottie acceptably high in Language arts and Art...Vince, the best of the fith grade in his poetry and short stories. I myself...? I would have to say I excel in Mathmatics and Chemistry...
Alexy, Armin, Lottie and I all file into the school. Once in, we instantly branch+ off in sepereate directions to our lockers. I looked over my shoulder at Lottie who's locker was right next to the entrance, and Alexy and Armin spinning the dials of their lockers in my hall is well. Thats funny, you'd think that we'd be in sepereate halls at least...
Shoving my 'Winged Skull bag' in my locker and grabbing plain mechanical pencils with notebooks I stole from my sister, I slam my locker shut just as Alexy does. He looks over at me and smiles before waving excitedly like it was our first time in school. Clearly he doesn't remember the policy of not having head-phones in sight during school hours, because there they are, in plain day-light, big ear-muff headphones.
It was going to be a long year, and a long feud between Alexy, Lottie and the teachers of this district. Which, my sibilings in the end would eventually win...Speaking of which.. I look over to my sister who is sticking a mirror onto the inside of her locker door, then tugging at her hair a bit as she examines herself anxiously in the mirror. This is a sight that makes me a wee bit nervous. Since when did my sister care so much for her looks? And where on earth were those big matching head-phones that she and Alexy bought together? Day two in Sweet Amoris and my family was already changing. Day one in Sweet Amoris High and I already hated it. Lottie, catching sight of me in the mirror turns to look over at me with a bright smile before giving a polite, foreign, wave. A clear memo to not associate with her, I assume. Another strange thing. Not that, of course, I'm going to pursue her. Waste of effort and time, I suppose. Once she gets her mind on something she wont come off it.
Not looking back at her once, I turn to head into classroom A to set my crap down. Alexy flounces in after me. "Goody! Blaize, we got the same class! Isn't this great-?" He began jabbering about how fun this school was going to be, a fresh start, new 'hot' guys. I gritted my teeth when a red-head came to mind. Hot and assholes.
"Alexy." I turned to look at him, my voice solid and knowing. I smile a bit at him, a genuine smile I only save for the people I love, a smile of 'what can you do?' or 'I know how you really feel'. "Alexy, you'll be okay." I tell my twin, and he stops his nervous chattering and lets his long arms hang at his sides. "T-Thanks..." He says quietly after a moment. And I know that in that instant, he really misses home too.
In the office, me and Alexy hand in our completed forms to complete our registration to this school district at last, and wait at the counter seperating us from the desk on the other side cluttered with papers, staplers, and other teacher items, including pictures of personal things, like little runny-nosed kids that remind me too much of myself as a child.
"So," Alexy intterupts me from my thoughts from where he leans his elbows on the counter in front of us. "That student council guy was kind of hot, right? Am I right?" I think back to the 'student council guy' who was currently helping us with our forms, trying to find two paperclips to hold our documents together. "Uh...Blond hair, gold eyes...Sort of lanky and skinny..." I shrugged, making a hissing sound through my teeth by inhaling. "Eh...He's not my cup of tea, if you know what I mean. But, I guess we all have our different...'flavors', per say."
Laughter bubbled up from Alexy's lips, and he smiled as Nathaniel returned with our forms, now paperclipped. He opened a file cabinet on the other-side of the counter with his usual plastered on smile, and slipped our documents in. "Well, thats it guys. Thanks for getting it done early, it made my job a lot easier-"
Just then the door opened, and in came in Armin and Lottie. "Armin, how on earth do you get lost from the 15 step distance of your locker to your classroom-?" "Its called a vending machine-" "Oh!" Lottie stepped back a bit, smiling shyly once she saw Mr. President. "Uh, hello, sorry if we're loud..."
My eyes are like lasers, switching from Prez's now warm smile to Lottie's blush and nervous laughter...Huh. Thats odd.
"Charleotte! Its so good to see you again, I'm glad to see you got the forms successfully to your sibilings. How've you been?" Mr. Prez asked, as if he knew my sister for the longest time. Which he hadn't, I can assure you.
"Oh," Lottie smiled and stepped up to the counter as if none of us on-lookers staring into this un-famillar atmosphere was there. "Thank you again for providing the forms for us early, Nathaniel! I've been fine, slept well, and of you? How is work being a President of our student body?"
I edged toward Armin at the sound of my sister's cheery, airy voice talking about 'us', though it only felt like them. "Uh..., I'm sorry, am I missing something here?" I ask my elder brother in a whisper, and clearly he has no idea because he shakes his head. "I have no clue...They seem to know each other well, get along great. Maybe she met him online?" Alexy, who somehow wriggled over to us, snorts and says: "Lottie doesn't play W.O.W or whatever you play. Hell, I think the only websites she uses is Youtube, Tumblr, and Playlists."
It seemed about right. And what else seemed right was this pair. Not Lottie and "Nathaniel", but whoever had peeled on my sister's flesh and thrown on a plaid skirt and somehow managed to make this public school look like it forced uniforms. Lookng at the two made me sick, and the words: "Poster Couple" came to mind. Oh yes, what Sweet Amoris would be come with these two twats running about.
"Well," I announced loudly enough to stop their polite conversation. "I'll move on out. Alexy, Armin," I moved past them all, toward the pair. I bent my head down on my way out. "Love birds..." Before I darted out the door, in fear of my sister snagging me, I saw Nathaniel's face turn pink as Lottie's, and my sister's baffled look.
I chuckled a bit, heading across the hall to classroom A that seemed to be filling up with students as the bell was getting ready to ring. And on my way in, I bumped into a hard warm wall that knocked me back a few feet. Looking up to glare, I began, "Watch where you're going-" when I saw familiar bright red hair and coal dark eyes staring down at me.
Target located.
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Blaize: HAHA! I FINALLY FOUND HIM!
Lottie: Oh dear...You'd best not embarrass me in front of Nathaniel!
Blaize: ...
Lottie: Ah...What I meant was...
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