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(A/N) The most updates I've done in the past couples months! Right now the poll is even for a couple stories and I need some more people to shift the votes or I won't be able to decided what to update! So vote, vote, vote! Anyway, another chapter for you, I'm loving this story, and I'm trying to sculpt it as I go I guess you could say. For those of you reading this, thanks! To my reviewers, an even bigger thanks! I could live off reviews, I love them so much lol. I'm updating pretty past, but only because I'll be leaving the internet for the weekend and I won't be able to update then, so on to the next chapter and away we go!
Simon was less than pleased as he woke to the sound of a knock on his door. Though when his arraynged themselves in order, he was up and out of his warm bed in no time. Hurrying over to the door he thrust it open, only to have his heart sink and drop into the pit of his stomach. Narrowing his ocean blue eyes he spoke.
"What do you want?"
With little less then a hello, the girl pushed past and entered the apartment, his sister wasn't one for formal greetings. Sighing loud enough so that she could hear, he slammed the door shut, crossing his arms over his bare chest and turned to face her.
"Just what the hell do you want?"
Dropping the bag that had been on her back to the couch, she gave an innocent, albeit false, smile and finally spoke.
"I'm hiding from the police, boyfriend almost got caught selling drugs and shit. I'm guna crash here for the night."
Simon could feel his blood pressure rising, "So why are you here then?"
"Cause they came to the house," she started to untie her black boots, "and started asking me questions, I didn't feel like answering."
Simon opened his mouth to speak, but his sister so effortlessly interrupted as she threw her boots to the side, "Plus, I need somewhere to stash his stuff," she chuckled before pulling off her jacket.
"Do our parents know?" Simon was less than pleased at the intrusion of his sacred bachelor pad.
"They know I left, they don't know I'm here though."
There it was, his way out. He gave a smile and started out of the room.
"Where are you going?" she demanded, quickly following after him. She didn't know her brothers apartment like he did, having only been there once before.
Simon entered his terminal room, the jellyfish dissolving and shifting into the blue background, items popping up and e-mails beeping their arrival to him. Using his hands to open the video chat and then clicked on the friends list. His sister came bounding in just as he was opening a chat to their parents.
"Simon!" She yelled, punching he brother in the shoulder as their mom appeared on the screen.
"Young lady!" their mother said, spotting her daughter as she punched Simon.
Simon cringed at sissy's bare knuckles connecting with his already abused bicep. But a smug smile curved his pale lips when their mother started to call their father over.
"You're a fucking ass!"his sister growled, punching him one more time, just for good measure, she really put some effort into it, almost knocking balance from his crossed legged standing position. He growled and smacked the girl's hand away as their father came onto the screen.
"So that's where you went," their father rumbled, his face tired had annoyed look. His blue eyes had been passed down to Simon, while their mother's dark, wild hair had been passed onto the siblings.
"You need to come home now!" their mother demanded, Simon was enjoying himself as he scooted to the side to let his sister stand in the parental spotlight. He rather enjoyed getting his sister in trouble, ever since they were young.
"Mom, I don't want to come home! I'm not going to talk to the damn police!" she said stomping her foot.
"Watch your language," their father growled.
Their mother sighed, "Hunny you don't have to talk the police we'll tell them 'no comment'," she offered.
He watched his sister cross her arms and look to the floor, he could see the anger in her face as she chewed on her bottom lip. The chocolate haired teen slowly felt the emotion of pity fill into his chest. Furrowing his brow he looked away from his sister, there was no way in hell he would give in.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" their mother asked, her dark, chocolate eyes filled with worry and hope.
"Mom, please, can't I get away from the house for a couple days? Please!? I'm 16, the school is nearby and I'm with my brother," her hand came up to gesture to him, the bracelets on her wrist tinkling in an assuming manner.
Simon's head jerked her way when he was suddenly brought into the situation, their parents attention suddeny shifting to him. He flashed his sister a glare.
"Well?" their father asked him, "what do you have to say about this?"
Simon resisted the urge to kick his sister out on the curb. He could remember the freedom he felt when he walked into his new apartment. Sighing loudly, he shuffled over to his sister and ruffled a hand through his hair, sighing once more.
"Well..... I guess she can stay. But you guys have to take her back in a couple days." he made sure to add that last part in, he could only stand his sister for so long.
Their mother looked to their father, she looked worried but their father seemed none too perplexed by it. "Alright," their mother finally admitted, "but I want you home by Sunday, okay?"
His sister had a large smile on her lips, she nodded, "No problem, alright, I'll see you guys later. Love you! Bye!"
"We love y-" their parents were cut off as his sister quickly clicked out of the chat and swipped the chat away.
"You better be fucking grateful about this," he growled, jabbing a finger at the girl.
She looked at him, narrowing her eyes, "Oh shut up, you'll barely know I'm here and-"
"Wait, shouldn't you be in school?" Simon suddenly asked.
His sister shrugged, "Ive already missed morning classes, screw the rest of the day."
Simon rolled his eyes, "Get out of my apartment then, you get the couch."
She flipped him the bird, " I'm going to go hang with my boyfriend, have fun sitting all alone," she replied, turning to leave the room.
"There's an extra key in the coffee mug on the breakfast bar," he shouted after her.
"Got it," she replied and silence followed shortly after her voice faded.
Simon stood quietly, arms crossed, weight shifted onto one leg. He soon heard the slamming of his apartment door and visibly relaxed. Crouching then sitting, he laid back and stretched out, arching his back and groaning as his muscles lengthened and unwound from their previous, tense positions. Though his catlike stretches were interrupted by a pair of wolf whistles and a girl's voice ringing in the air.
"That's what I like to see!" she giggled.
Simon sat up, looking to see the twins in their matching, pastel purple shirts. Kumdumpstaz slid onto the screen and he scoffed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We want to know if you would give us an exclusive interview abo-"
"No." He stated very loudly.
"Awww, why?" the girl on the right pouted, pushing her lip out in a cute fashion. Her twin slid her hands around her sister's waist.
"If you give us the interview, we'll make out, just for you," she purred.
Simon crossed his legs, dropping his head into his hands he groaned before finally looking up at them. "I've been denying interviews left and right, I'm not going to give you guys one."
The brunette on the left pouted this time, her sister using her hands to pull the pouting girls shirt up. He was not in the least surprised to see the girl's breasts.
"Please Simon?" the girl on the right asked, dipping her head to slowly, run her tongue along the pouting sister's nipple.
The girl moaned, the pert nipple disappearing into her sister's mouth, sucking and laping her tongue lavishly over her sister's nipple so Simon could see.
Simon sighed, leaning back on his hands as the sister moved to the other nipple to tease and suck. He wasn't in the least bit interested, though it was amusing none the less to watch the girls try and sway him. Shaking his head he raised his hands to clap, when the half naked girl stopped him.
"Wait! Simon!"
The teen raised an eyebrow, his hands a couple inches apart. "What?"
"We'll pay you-"
Clap!
Their picture disappeared and sweet silence descended into the Internet room. Moving his hands swiftly, he opened his e-mail and was alerted to 50 new messages. Flicking through them he didn't seem phased by all the picture messages and 'congratulations' in the subject of the e-mail. It was all the same, an interview here and there. Closing out of the e-mail, he switched everything off. The screen going black.
Heading himself up, Simon exited the room and into the hallway, the eerie blue of the fish tank filled the corridor. He stared at the various fish, watching them swim lazily around, a few bits of fish food floating in the water from the automated feeding system. Moving on, he escaped to his bedroom and into his bed. Today, he just wasn't in the mood for reality.
It was around 12:40 when the door to his apartment opened and slammed shut. He jerked awake, listening closely. A girl giggled and someone else was whispering to, he guessed his sister. Laying on his back he strained to listen. It was when a blatant moan escaped the girl's mouth did he make a move. No way, no how, was his sister going to get it on in his apartment. Quickly getting up from his bed, he stormed out of his room, anger thundering in his chest. Turning the corner, flicked on the light of the kitchen, the light spilling into the living room to reveal his sister laying on the couch, her boyfriend, he assumed, with his hand down her pants and the other up her shirt.
"Simon!" she screeched, embarrasment and anger in her voice as she tried to wiggle put from under the black haired boys body.
"Get out of my apartment!" he yelled at the other teenage boy, pointing to the door.
The black haired boy was quick to get off his sister, holding up his hands and he spoke, "Whoa, chill out."
Simon grabbed onto the teenager's band t-shirt, directing him to the door. Fury raged into Simon's actions, how dare his sister think she could use his apartment like some kind of convenient place to fool around. The black haired teen's hands grabbed onto his wrist and thrust him back.
"Dont fucking touch me!"
Simon glared, his eyes pegging his sister with a death glare, "Get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the police!"
His sister's boyfriend looked to the girl before edging put of the room and out the door. Tense and violent silence rang in the siblings ears.
"Why did you do that!?" she yelled.
"Cause there's no way in hell you're going to bring guys back to my apartment and fool around on my furniture!" he informed her.
Her dark eyes, like that of their mother's, narrowed and she spoke in a tone that only a girl could manage, that conveyed all the anger and hate that was broiling inside her, "Get out of my face."
Simon's storming blue eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching before he spoke in an even, calculated tone, "There are blankets on the hallway shelf, get them yourself."
His sister sneered at him and Simon resisted the urge to throw her out. Turning from her, he exited the room in a silent brood of annoyed disapproval. Entering his room he sighed, tryin to let his pent up tension out, his muscles were tightened an knotted in his back. He wished for something, anything to take away all his troubles, but only in a perfect world. Falling into the cool sheets of his bed, he once again let his mistress sleep take him away.
Needless to say, the days leading up to Sunday were arguably the most painful Simon had experienced since childhood. With his sister living there, it was lime a constant watch to make sure her boyfriend didn't sneak in to slip in a makeout session or fingering session. He had gotten so fed up with her boyfriend, he threatened the kid that he knew guys that would show him a thing or two about fighting. A few angry insults later, the two were grappling and Simon was left nursing a sore jaw from a punch and his sister's boyfriend had a nice shiner to remind him to not come back.
Their parents had shown up in person to collect his sister. He thanked the gods she didn't put ip a fight, though their parents did ask him about the bruise forming on his jaw. He shrugged, gave them a vague excuse and was glad to be rid of his sister. The second the door closed and sweet, blessed silence was returned to his bachelor pad, he was so relieved, he could practically feel the tension in his back unwind. Wandering around the apartment for a long while, he found himself back in the Internet room, looking through his e-mails. More interview requests, though one sparked his interest, from Gina Parker Smith. Though he had received some requests from earlier, he was feeling good enough to accept the interview. Typing out a reply, he stated he wouldn't mind meeting with her and answering some questions. Sending the e-mail, he closes out of everything and escaped to the bathroom. Stripping himself his clothes, he turned the shower on. He had to do something to reclaim the manly hood of his bachelor pad. He figured it was time for a night out of doing, shit. Stepping into the shower, he practically purred at as the warm water slid over his skin, especially his back. Things were starting to look up he hoped. Nothing could bring his spirit down.