Sorry I haven't been updating in a while, I've been busy as usual. Here's the next chapter and it might suck.


I came home the next day and Troy was the best big brother that a girl can ask for. He actually carried me up to my bed, tucked me in, and made sure I was comfortable, and brought me anything and everything that I wanted, all the while wearing a nanny/maid outfit. And these random acts of kindness had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that he said he'd do anything I wanted him to do for me…cough cough.

"I talk to absolutely no one, couldn't keep to myself enough and the things bottle inside and finally begun to create so such pressure that I'd soon blow up and I heard the reverberating footsteps sinking up to the beating of my heart-"

"Tristany," Troy interrupted my song. "Can you stop singing Reliant K for a moment and come downstairs for dinner?"

"Sure," I smiled. "Who I am hates who I've been and who I've been will take the second chance you gave me. Who I am hates who I've been cause who I've been-"

"Now," Troy tapped his foot.

"Okay granny," I got out of bed. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"Man I wish they'd said it was a boy," Troy muttered. "Instead I got stuck with her."

"You should be nice to me," I warned. "Or I'm telling dad and he'll take you off the team and mom will ground you."

"You wouldn't dare," Troy narrowed his eyes. "Not after I did all these things for you in a maid's outfit."

"MOOOOMMMM!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He took it back.

"Too late," I slapped my arm loudly. "Oww, Troy! Stop it, you're hurting me."

"What on earth is going on?" Mom walked up the stairs.

"Troy's hitting me," I said.

"Troy if I ever hear of you hitting her again, no dates with Gabriella for two weeks," Mom scolded. "It's time for dinner."

"How old are you?" Troy asked when mom went back downstairs. "You're almost 14 right?"

"You're almost 16 right?"

"You're acting like you're 4."

"And you're acting like a mean 6 year old brother!"

"Spoiled brat!" Troy pushed me and I hit the wall, so I pushed him back.

"Don't push me," I pushed him back and he hit the wall…hard.

XXXXX Later XXXXX

"So much for playing basketball," Troy grumbled.

"I'm very disappointed in the both of you," Dad paced in front of us. " Look at you two, both in the hospital with dislocated shoulders. Tristany Elizabeth, your injury has cost you two more weeks in that sling. Troy Matthew, look at you, your arm in a sling, you can't even play basketball for four weeks. Both of you stuck in slings for four weeks due to childish fighting and shoving."

"Sorry dad," We hung our heads and sniffed.

"Troy, Tristany," Mom said sternly with pursed lips. "Lets go, you're both grounded for two weeks."

"All because we dislocated each others shoulders?" Troy protested.

"But mom," I protested.

"Want to make it three?" She warned.

"Okay then," We got quiet.

These next four weeks were going to suck big time.


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