"Coolio" Speaking
'Coolio' Thinking
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Chapter 2: The Morning
Maxville, California
(Shay's POV)
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5:00! BEEP!
"Gooooooddddd morning Maxville! It's 5 o'clock on this wonderful Monday morning! Here's your morning jam! Crushcrushcrush by Boy Band!"
"I got a lot to say to you,
Yeah, I got a lot to say.
I notice you-"
"SHUT UP!" And that's when the alarm clock had to die. I chucked it across the room and straight into the wall next to me. 'It's 5 in the morning! Why must I get up?!'
"Mommy? I have to potty," I heard the quiet voice at the entrance to my room. I looked up and out from the evil clutches that was my queen sized bed and enormous, and fluffy, comforter, to see the little figure at my door. Now I remember. That's why I get up so early. Well, he's why I get up so early. Oh! And wake-up duty, of course.
"Okay. Give mommy a second, okay sweetie?" I whispered back groggily. He nodded his head and waited at my door. It was like clockwork with this kid. He always had to go around 5 in the morning. I pepped myself up for the get up, and then the fall. Deep breathe. I pushed myself up and out of my bed, well, I had to crawl for a bit, but that's besides the point. I started walking across my room, drunkenly, but walking none the less. And hey...No fall! Alr-Flop. Never mind.
I glanced behind me to discover who or what was the culprit to my falling. I look back and I can see black and orange stripes. 'Jesus Capulet Max! Of all of the places for a giant tiger to sleep, it just had to be in front of my bed?!'
Don't worry, you're not losing your mind. We really do have a tiger for a pet. Odd, I know. My parents got him for us when I was still a baby. My brothers and I were supposed to "share" him, but it turns out that he liked me better than any of my brothers. Go figure!
Anyways, I peek up at Trent, the little boy at my door, just in time to see him trying to mask his smile and giggles behind his hands, but I could still see the humor in his blue eyes. They're actually identical to my baby blues, but his are so much cuter in my opinion.
I pushed myself from my bed and walked him out of my room and into the bathroom down the hall, and waited outside the bathroom, with the door still cracked of course, but not looking in, though, because he can't go with people waiting him. He never could. Not even during potty training.
When I heard the toilet flush, I walked in and helped him onto his step stool so that he could see himself in the mirror, to wash his hands and teeth, of course. I joined him. While we were brushing our teeth I can't help admiring him. It's a mom thing. He's two and will be three in January. It's September, by the way. He's still pretty short. He's got chocolate skin like me, a small nose, a kind of
chubby face, but mostly skinny, it's the fast metabolism, everyone in my family has one. Long eyelashes and slightly pointed elf ears. 'Just like his...father's...'
"Mommy, you okay?" Trent asked. I was snapped out of my daze, to look down and see him staring at me with his huge, bright eyes.
"Huh?! Oh, I'm fine. Just, just a little...tired is all," I told him. I looked at the clock. 5:34. I leaned down to his level.
"Mommy will make a deal with you. You wake up Andrew and Xavier, and I will wake up Tylor, Sophie, Marcus, and Izador. Deal?"
"Deal." And with that he was off downstairs to wake the twins. I went up the next flight of stairs and walked to the second door to my right. 'This house is too damn big! Three stories not including the basement and attic! Too many fudgin' stairs!' My family lived in a huge house that was built by my father when we were all very, very young.
I knocked on my brother's door, and knocked, and knocked some more. 'Okay now I'm bored,' I thought to myself. I tried the doorknob, only to see that it was open. 'Will Ty never learn?' I opened the door only to see, holy crap! 'When was the last time he did laundry?! It's like a sea of clothes I can't even see the floor! When your 19 aren't you supposed to be, oh I don't know? More responsible?! I mean, I'm 16 and my room doesn't even look like this?!' Anyways, after my rant I begun to wade through the ocean of clothes that was my brother's room. When I finally got to his bed, I notice that his alarm clock has been unplugged. 'Why am I not surprised?' Looking at his bed I already know what my plan is.
I quietly crouch down by his bed, and then leaned really close to his ear. "Tylor... Wake up. No? Okay." I sucked in a lot of air."TY, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!! RUN! RUN!" Still nothing. I begun to get up. "Fine. I'll just give your breakfast to Xavier-"
"Wait! I'm up! Don't let that bastard get my Cocoa Puffs!!" He shouted at me, hopping up in his bed with a Devil scaring death glare and with some serious bed-head.
"I won't. Jeez, you would think that someone would get up for a burning house, not for some Cocoa Puffs," I replied, a little exasperated, and then quickly sprinted out of the room seeing as he was preparing to pounce of me soon. Probably for a quick, yet brutal noogie, or to throw me in cold water, again.
'Next stop. Izzy's room.' I walked down the hall a couple of more doors and see the room for another of my darling big brothers.
Oh, wait! I forgot to tell you this, but, I have five brothers and no sisters. I know! Torture! And I'm also the youngest of our little clan, besides Sophie of course, who isn't really related to us, yet. My oldest brother is Marcus, 25, and then Izador, or Izzy, 23, next Tylor, 19, after the twins, Andrew and Xavier, both 18, finally, there's me, Shay, 16. And then there's Sofie, 15, and of course my son Trent who's 2. So, yeah.
I walked into Izzy's room and again begin to prance up to his bed, but halfway there I make a sudden, split second, snap decision, and began to sprint quietly to his bed and belly flop on top of him. But there's one problem. He already knew that I was there. He flipped onto his back and then caught me mid jump and pinned me onto his bed with him onto straddling my back and me head first, complaining, into his pillow.
"Haha. You should have know that wouldn't have worked. It never does," he teased he in his rough voice. Couldn't this be considered abuse or something.
"Heoftmrw! Tgujahfpidjrfaikhfd. (Get off me! You fat pig!)," I yelled back incoherently. It's the pillow you know. It's makes communication crazy differcult.
"What? Couldn't hear that lil' sis. Speak up." More teasing!
"Heoftmrw! (Get off!)," I shouted.
"What? One more time?" I can practically feel his smile at this point. 'Fine. If that's how he wants to play. Let's play.'
I brought my legs up and wrapped my legs around his neck and pulled, and he flipped, and I was free. 'Thank you gymnastics!'
"Ha! What now?!" I shouted at his fallen form.
"You should start running now," he growled menacingly. 'Oh Crap!' And I sprinted out of the room, and didn't even look back.
When I finally had stopped running I had somehow magically appeared at Marcus's and Sophie's room. Yep, you heard that right. My 25 year old brother was madly, and deeply in love with my 15 year old best friend. Don't worry they haven't done anything too terrible. Trust me, I would know. I guess for my kind it's kinda different. We don't consider older-younger relationships weird or out there, for us it's perfectly normal to be multiple years apart from your lover. One of our friends up north is very much in love with a two year old baby girl! For crying out loud! But, like I said, it's not weird for my kind.
I opened the door to my brother's and Sofie's room to see them wrapped up in each other's arms. I quietly walked over to Marcus's side, couched next to him, and poked his cheek.
"Get up," I stated quietly, as to not awaken Soph. She can be very violent in the morning. The last time one of us tried to wake her up they ended up with a broken nose. I smiled at the memory. Good times, good times. 'I told Andrew not to wake her up.'
(Marcus's POV)
I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly I was jabbed in the cheek. I groaned a little and opened up my onyx eyes to see Shay, my little sister, staring back at me.
"Get up," she stated softly, probably so that she wouldn't wake up Soph, who I still had my arms around, and was still thankfully asleep.
"Okay," I said, and peeked at the clock. 6:00. 'What the heck?'
"Why so early?" I questioned.
"Remember, me and Sophie are going to school today. We told you this yesterday. Oh! By the way, you're going to need to take Trent to work with you, because I'm almost positive that bringing a two year old to school is against school policies. So yeah..."
"I can do that. Besides he loves the company and the building. Anyways, everyone loves him and people have been begging me to bring him. Even after the whole coffee incident," I chuckled.
She sighed. "I told you not to give him any of that stuff. It's your fault he almost destroyed the break room. If we didn't own the corporation, you would have been fired immediately," Shay said.
"Very true. Now, get out of here so that Soph and I can get ready. We'll be down in awhile for breakfast," I told her.
"Okay," And she left the room.
I turned on my side towards Sophie, the love of my life. She was so beautiful in the morning. Her long, dark chestnut hair cascading around her, in a sort of halo. Her snow white bunny ears, that I love so much, flopped around her arms and behind her back. Her face at peace and serene when she sleeps, just takes my breath away. I just don't understand how someone, anyone could ever hurt someone so perfect. Then, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her mesmerizing, stormy gray eyes.
"Good morning," she whispered groggily. I leaned down and kissed her nose.
"Good morning," I replied verbatim. "We need to get up, so that you and my sister can go to school for the first time in a long time."
She whined and rolled over on her other side and out of my arms while pulling the sheets over her face to hind herself.
"I don't wanna'," she complained cutely. I slide under the covers with her, and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Come on love, it'll be fun. Andrew and Xavier go to Sky High and they enjoy it. You will also," I reassured her. She turned over to stare into my eyes, searching to see if I could be lying to her, but I could never lie to her. She knows this.
"You promise?"
"Promise," I said while chuckling a little.
"Okay," she said and then kissed my lips softly. I kissed her back, while she roped her arms around my neck. I tangled hand into her hair being careful to watch for her ears, and the other remained around her waist, while gently messaging her stomach. My tongue peeked out of my mouth licking her lips begging for entrance. She permitted it and opened her mouth for me, as I climbed on top of her, but not putting all my weight on her. I released her mouth because of lack of oxygen, and journeyed down her neck planting butterfly kisses down her jaw and neck, nipping and sucking a bit while I did so. Loving the little noises she made while I did so.
"Mar(pant)cus...We need(pant)we need to s-st-stop," she explained, though really wanting to keep going.
"Why?" I replied huskily now nipping at her collarbone. She moaned.
"We-we...vowed t-to...wait...remember?" she said while still panting.
'She's right,' I heardmy inner self say. "Damn," I forced myself to stop, and looked up at her.
"Go get ready for school and I'll see you downstairs. 'Kay?"
"Okay," she said. I pecked her on the lips and got out from under the sheets and went downstairs to get some breakfast, before getting dressed.
Walking downstairs I saw Shay in the kitchen making breakfast and dressed for school. She was wearing a black long sleeved fitted shirt that stops right at the small of her back. Allowing for a sliver of brown skin to be seen.
'Sometimes I really wish that she didn't have a tail.' I think. My over protective brother genes kicking in.
Her baggy, brown cargo shorts were low laying on her hips and stopped right at her knees. She's got black Converse high tops on, black belt, and a black backwards baseball cap on, hiding her pointed, triangular wolf ears. Her hair's down and curly ending at the small of her back, a lot like her shirt.
Ever since Shay was born she was always different. I mean having wolf ears and a tail would set anyone apart from the crowd. None of us have those strange characteristics except for her, not even Trent. But I digress.
I looked over at Shay again and saw her yelling at Xavier while holding a spatula threateningly out at him. 'Oh boy.' Now they're both arguing with each other. Xavier looks identical to Andrew and acts a lot like him also, by the way. I mean, they are identical twins. Well, except the fact that their hairstyles were different, much like their sexual preferences.
"If you wanted it done, why didn't you tell me this last night?! I would have had time then!!" Shay shouted looking up into his face. She can't really shout into anyone's face, since she's only 5 foot 2.
"I forgot, okay! Plus, you guys got in late, and you were already asleep when you got home!" He hollered back at her.
"How is that my fault! It was a long trip! Besides, why can't you just wear it in a 'fro today?!" Shay replied, loudly. Okay, it's time to intervene. I could tell they were two shouts away from swinging at each other.
"HEY!" I shouted over their noise to get their attention. "Xavier stop yelling, Shay do his hair, and I will watch the kitchen for the rest of the morning." I glanced at the clock. 6:15.
"You've got an hour and fifteen minutes before the bus gets to the bus stop, and I still have to take you to the bus stop." They stared at me blankly.
"HURRY UP!" I hollered at them. And they run to do their assigned jobs. I love being the Alpha-Male.
I looked at breakfast to see that everything was cooked. The eggs, the bacon, and the sausage, pancakes, everything. Thank god we have a large kitchen, because we eat a lot of food. I put everything on plates and took everything off the stove, including the pans, but I put those in the dishwasher.
"BREAKFAST IS READY! COME AND GET IT!" I shouted, my voice reverberating around the whole house. Suddenly, everyone was coming at once trying to get their plate. Shay grabbed her plate and Trent's plate first, but she threw her food into tuber wear and put it next to her lunch. Then gave Trent his plate and grabbed both Xavier's and Trent's hands and took them out of the room. I looked at Xavier's head, and his cornrows were only one-fourth of the way done. So, that's why she put her breakfast away for later.
I sat down in the dining room and the dining table, next to Sophie, who was only half way dressed and shorts and a t-shirt, and began eating.
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7:15
(Marcus's POV {still})
"Come on you guys it's time to go! Hurry up!" I yelled upstairs, waiting for Xavier, Andrew, Sophie, Trent, and Shay, who went back upstairs to help Trent get dressed after she finished Xavier's hair.
I was dressed fairly simple. Beige dress pants, emerald green long sleeved shirt with a white undershirt, a silver, Blue Faced Rolex watch, and black loafer slip ons. My hair is in long dreds that run 'til the middle of my back.
I looked at my watch again. 7:20. 'Damn.' I thought. 'The bus gets to the bus stop at 7:30, and it's a seven minute drive to the stop.'
"If you guys don't get here right now I am going to leave without you! Hurry up!"
"We're coming, Captain Cranky. Jeez. Don't get your boxers in a bunch," Shay announced as they finally got downstairs, showered and dressed, got their lunches, and run to the garage.
We all piled into our new, shiny black 2009 Cadillac Escalade Platinum Hybrid, which we got before it was even released out onto the market in 2009, and I sped down the road. It's a long empty road to get into suburban Maxville from the outside rural Maxville where we live. The gigantic woodland isn't empty, but the road itself was very desolate. We pretty much live in the middle of the forest in a giant mansion built by our father before he and our mother were killed in a terrible plane crash.
While driving down the empty road, I glanced back into the rear view mirror and saw everyone's outfits and that everyone was just kind of in their own world.
Xavier, who was sharing an iPod with Andrew in the back of the car and staring off into shape, had dark blue jeans, a red and orange stripped polo shirt, a white undershirt, and red and orange Nike Dunks. He had his little gold hoop in his ear and his hair in cornrows, of course.
The day that he got his ear pierced, we were all shocked for a while, but then everyone else also wanted to get theirs pierced also, except for Shay and Sophie of course, with their ears it would be too much pain for not enough reward. So, instead they got their eyebrows pierced. One piercing each and both on the same side. Andrew's piercing was on the opposite side of Xavier's, and Shay refused to let Trent get anything pierced, I mean he is only two. I didn't want a piercing, and I still don't want one. I'll stick with my tattoo.
I had Shay design my tattoo, along with Sophie, since she was the one who would probably be seeing it the most. I had a giant, black Japanese Dragon tattoo lining from the base of my neck to the small of my back, with long black wings extending over my shoulder blades. But, anyways.
Andrew, who's own iPod was probably in his pocket, had on an outfit that was like that of Xavier's except his polo short was pink and white and his shoes were white Nike Air Force Ones. Oh, and he had a diamond stud in his ear in exchange for the gold hoop and had shaved down, yet not bald, hair with little designs in it. He was looking out of the window at the passing shrubbery and leaning on Shay's seat.
Sophie had a short black jean skirt that was three-fourths the length of her thigh, which was good, because if it were any shorter than I probably wouldn't have let her out of the house, at all. It was hard enough to pull myself from her this morning. She also had a deep purple and black corset and a long sleeved black shirt underneath that. Black and purple Converse Snakes lined her feet, along with purple and black knee socks. Her hair was in low laying pig-tails, that stopped the at the small of her back, just like her bunny ears. She loves to dress up and accesorize.
She was playing on her iPod Touch. It was probably Tap Tap Revenge, she's addicted to that game.
She sensed me staring at her and looked at me and smiled, while blindly still playing her game. Do you see what I mean?
"Could you guys not act love sick to a while, at least while Mark is driving. I would prefer not get in a car accident, or you know, up-chuck my breakfast before we even get to the bus stop," Shay stated nonchalantly, looking up from where she was helping Trent color. I heard Xavier and Andrew laughing in the back.
I turned completely around with one hand still on the stirring wheel and looked at her. "Have I ever crashed before?"
"No. But on the off chance that it does happen could you please focus on the rode and not on your under aged minor girlfriend sitting next to me." It was more of a statement then a question, and I turned back around, but not before I saw Sophie punch Shay's arm, hard, and heard her complain. It was only a joke, but still, uncalled for. Sophie went back to playing Tap Tap, and Shay coloring.
Finally Trent, who was sitting in the car seat next Shay and coloring in his coloring book with her, was dressed in green, camouflage shorts, a black t-shirt with a giant skull on it and, of course no shoes. I don't understand why the boy refuses to wear shoes, but whatever. His hair was in little, short dreads, and I could see the begins of a gold chain coming out of his shirt. It was probably that cross that Shay had gotten him when he was a baby.
She really did love him a lot, we all do, but the way Shay loves him is different. It's like he's the center of her world and the only thing that's still keeping her grounded and serene. Granted, when we found out that Shay was pregnant when she was fourteen we were all shocked, and worried, but mostly we were scared. We weren't exactly sure what to do, but Shay refused to give up the baby, no matter what. So, I stepped up and kind of took over. I mean, being the oldest out of six siblings made it a little easier to take charge, but even then, it was still hard.
We finally got to the bus stop, to see that there are a couple of kids there, while Shay, Xavier, and Andrew got out of the car. Sophie stayed back to give me a kiss on the cheek and say "Good-bye". Then, she got out and joined Shay who was talking to the Twins' friends, who were all boys.
'Is it too much to ask that she got more girl friends besides Sophie?' I turned towards Trent.
"Ready to go to work?" I asked from the front seat. He looked up from his coloring book, smiled and bounced in his seat.
"I'll take that as a yes," I said, while I put the car in gear, and drove off, praying that Shay and Sophie don't get into too much trouble on their first day back to school.
'I can't make any promises.'
'I just want you guys to try.'
'Fine, we won't get too much trouble. But if we do, we'll smile from our mug shots.'
'Just try, that's all I ask.' And I continued driving.
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Heck yeah! Second chapter (revised)! The next chapter is The School! Thank you to those people who at least looked at my story!
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