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Child 6:Maryland

Clive 'Maryland' Jones-Kirkland did the kind of stuff that no one wanted to do. Like answering the door. Especially when the people at the door were Jehovah Witness', Mormons, nosy neighbors, any boyfriends that might be harmful to his (straight) sisters, boyfriends that might be harmful to his (gay) little brother, girlfriends that may be harmful to his (gay) older sister, and any mail-man deliveries.

Clive was on the computer doing random shit when the doorbell rang. He had installed a surveillance camera so when he was on the computer he could look to see if it wasn't anything that he need to do. Great, the Jehovah Witnesses were here.

He went from his room on the eight floor to the front door slowly, if he was lucky maybe they would think no one was home and would leave. Although with the noise streaming from the house 24/7 they were literally incapable of being quiet.

"Hello." the petite woman chirped. Clive rolled his light blue eyes. He knew everyone that came to the door by name. "Good morning Megan." "I was wondering if you would be interested in the September issue of our Watchtower magazine?" "I would love the issue," Megan handed the magazine along with Awake.

The Jones-Kirklands never read the magazine but in the case of Witnesses just saying yes and throwing the issues away or leaving them in one of the bathrooms for Tony was the only option. He was going back to his room, when the doorbell rang again. 'Shit.' Clive was sure that anyone came to the house(mansion) knew he was the one that answered the door so they all decided to come to the door in rapid succession.

It was the Mormons! Great. Clive looked at the five foot nine, pale, smiling boy that was on his doorstep. "Utah! You're ex-boyfriend is at the door! Do you want to come here and speak to him or should I just knock him out?" Utah didn't respond and Maryland took it as an invitation to use his right hook.

"That's what you get for messing with my little sister. And no for the eighty-ninth time I do not want to hear that the Book Of Mormon was voted one of the most influential books in America." Joesph scrambled away and left.

He shut the door and wiped his hands on his artfully torn jeans. He had hit Joesph hard enough that some blood manged to spill. Wicked. Then the doorbell rang again. Hell no.

It was Eduard standing there, casually in jeans whistling. "What the fuck do you want?" "Is Abigail home?" "Yeah, but she's not talking to you." "I would like to speak with her, we had plans to attend the local science convention?" "My sister is not going to spend the afternoon talking about the theory of gravity or whatever nerdy bullshit turns you and her on. Now leave."

Eduard may have had good luck but messing around with Clive Jones-Kirkland, the blue eyed thin eyebrow version of Arthur back when he was a pirate, is never a good idea. Unless you had a death wish.

Closing the door with a sigh, Clive turned around to see Abigail looking at him a frown. "Was that Eduard?" she asked pointing to the door. "No." Clive lied. "Are you sure because we had this planned for a long time."

"You look pretty." Abigail had put on her thick red glasses, put her hair into waves and did some very natural looking make-up. "Thank you but since my afternoon plans are over, I'll be my room watching re-runs."

Clive shrugged his shoulders and went to the kitchen to get some peanut butter. He grabbed a bottle from the fridge and a spoon and trudged upstairs,using the elevator. As he was opening his room, the doorbell rang. "Fuck!" he cried out and left the spoon inside the peanut butter and the peanut butter outside his front door. California or Washington D.C would probably take it in two seconds flat.

He opened the door to see someone he had never seen before. At first he thought it was Zac Efron but then Zac Efron probably didn't own a motorcycle jacket. "Are you here for Rapunzel?" only Rapunzel could show interest in a guy in a motorcycle jacket.

"Oh no. I'm here for Anna." the Zac Efron in a motorcycle jacket said when he realized Clive was talking to him. "No just no." Clive slammed the door in his face. Life would have been so much better if someone else opened the door.

The doorbell rang again. Clive was ready to murder someone. He opened the door his right hand already in a fist. When he saw it was the mail-man. "Are you Clive Jones-Kirkland?" the mail-man asked reading from a brown clipboard. "Yeah." Clive winced every time he heard his name being said by the mail-man. Couldn't he had been called Clive Owens? It sounded like a movie star's name. Of course he had an older brother named Owen and having two first names is so stereotypically southern. "Here's your seashell jar." Clive signed his name and took the brown package.

Now he finally had a place to put all his seashells! He had to do something before the doorbell rang again.

Author's Note: Clive was hard to write because I'm not familiar with Maryland other than it's close to D.C. I think I made it sound like Clive was the family bitch or something. Clive was also greatly inspired by Pirate!UK. Am I the only one who can picture Arthur retelling stories to his kids about his days as a pirate? It'll probably be the only non-sarcastic thing they ever heard Arthur say.

How many of thought I would make Maryland a girl and her name would be Mary?

I almost did consider since I'm assuming most of you would think Maryland would be a girl. But nope Maryland is a boy, and a badass one at that.

Next Up is... Washington D.C!