Because I keep on coming back to these things. Anyone is more then welcome to pick up the characters, OC's from this or any of my stories. Feel free. Sorry if this is a little on the short side. OR a little on the long side. Not exactly a bedtime story, but thought I would write something about Marco and his sisters.

Marco looked up from his childhood kitchen in shock and alarm as the front door slammed open and a pane of glass cracked. It was around three in the afternoon so of course school should be out, but this was a violent way to come home. He heard someone sobbing and the sound of pounding feet up the stairs. He poked his head out of the kitchen and looked into the living room at his three sisters. It still felt weird to think of them as related after thirteen years.

After all they were the same age as his kids, he just usually thought of them as his own children in a weird twisted way. He was babysitting the three girls for four days while his parents were out of town. They were all probably old enough to look after themselves, but his parents were being a little more cautious with them after becoming grandparents so quickly.

He walked out of the kitchen. Standing in the doorway was the oldest of the triplets, and easily the most mature, Angela. She was looking between the stairs leading upstairs and the couch in the living room. Laid across the couch cushions and screaming with all of her might was Rita, the second oldest child and easily the most rambunctious, she had once punched a dentist when he was trying to give her a simple examination. Em, the youngest and also the fraidy cat of the triplets was no where to be seen. Which probably meant that she was upstairs and crying her eyes out over whatever was also bothering Rita. The three girls always seemed to be in synchronization when it came to certain things like that.

"Girls?" Marco asked in confusion. "Is something wrong?"

Rita's head popped up out of the pillows and she growled at her older brother before grabbing the lamp from where it sat on the coffee table. She pulled it out of the wall and flung it with all of her might directly at his head. Marco squawked and grabbed it before it broke anything. He knew how much his mother liked that lamp. It was a pretty awesome lamp.

"What are you doing!" He shouted before grabbing the small trinkets, paperweights and picture frames that sat around the room.
"This is all your fault!" She shouted before actually picking up the end table. She shivered with it over her head, tears starting to dribble even more rapidly down her face. She shivered and then flung the end table. Marco ducked and reached up to catch it before it cracked into the wall. But unfortunately he got it on the leg, Janna had successfully ripped that leg off a long time back and they had only sort of got it repaired.

The actual table went flying into the wall and cracked it, right up to the ceiling, before falling into the pile of assorted junk that Marco had caught from his crazy sister.
"What is happening?" Marco asked calmly, after dealing with Star and Heckapoo and Janna's pregnancies and the resulting insanity of having crazy people for children...he had more or less become numb to everything in his life that tried to hurt him. Which included crazy little sisters.
"How is this my fault anyway?" He said as Rita began to pick up and fling pillows now.

"It just is!" Rita shouted before she ran to the bathroom with a pillow. The two remaining siblings heard the tearing of a shower curtain as she made herself comfortable in there.
"Seriously though...what happened?" Marco asked Angela. She sighed heavily before she placed her backpack inside and walked in to sit with her brother.
"Smells good in here. You cooking?"
"Trying out some new recipes, now what is the matter with Rita and Em?"

"Em got a boyfriend." Angela said simply shaking her head before she took out her homework and began to work on it. Marco sighed and motioned for her to continue.
"Problem is that it was Rita's boyfriend."
"Oh no." Marco sighed rubbing his eyes.
"IT gets better, Rita didn't know about Em dating him. And Em did know but assumed that Rita did too. They only learned about it because the jerk tried to ask me out too."

"Wait. Back up. Why?" Marco said in confusion. Angela bit her lip and ran her fingers through her bushy hair, it resembled their mothers, Rita took more after their father with straight black hair, and Em had their fathers hair color but their mothers bushiness. All three had the adorable mole that their brother wore, and were the same height. They were triplets so there was not a ton of differences, their personalities however were almost constantly clashing, and would probably hate each other if they were not actually related.

"Well okay, here is where its your fault." Angela said bluntly. "Apparently you're considered a bit of a legend in the high school, I mean you got four girls pregnant and somehow rolled it so that you all got married. We didn't know about this until this year...there has sort of been a thing going on where dudes are trying to 'score' the Diaz girls. All three and you win."
"What." Marco deadpanned. "I...Jeez I had no idea."
"We didn't either. I mean there is messed up, and then there is messed up! But well this dude has gotten the closest. What with those two at once. Luckily for us...or unluckily he asked me, but I knew that he was seeing Em. When I told her she mentioned Rita, I called her...and it all sort of spiraled out of control from there."

"Oh man." Marco sat down beside his sister. "Are those two okay?"
"Not really there was a ton of screaming and crying and a locker was broken- you're probably going to have to pay for that by the way-but we are home now and Rita blames you and Em for this. And him too."
"What was his name." Marco said simply standing up and cracking his knuckles.
"No. Do not go do some weird alpha brother stuff okay? We can take care of ourselves, but you might want to talk with those two." Marco deflated and looked at her sheepishly.
"Are you sure I can't just beat him up?"
"Move muscles!" Angela said pointing at the bathroom door. Marco walked down the hallway dejectedly. This was going to be one of the hardest things that he had ever had to do. After all it was not fighting, or combing hair, or cooking, it was helping the emotional well being of a very emotionally fragile (And slightly violent) Sister.

Marco got to the bathroom door and knocked a couple of times. He heard nothing and knocked again.
"Rita? Can I come inside?" He waited a few seconds more before actually entering. The soap was coming right for his head and he calmly caught it and put it on the sink.
"Rita, seriously can you chill out for a couple of seconds?" She sat in the bathtub pouting and glaring heavily at him.
"I'm sorry that that guy used you. I'm sorry that you blame me...even though it's really not my fault..."He whispered the last part as he sat down on the edge of the tub beside her. She continued to glare at him and he waited patiently for her to actually break the silence. She finally breathed heavily and looked him in the eye.

"I'm just mad that Em didn't tell me. Why wouldn't she! And that guy...are all guys scum?"
"No, but a lot of them are. Especially in high school. It will take a while but...you'll find someone."
"Screw it I should just be a lesbian like Angela."
"Not how it works!" Angela called from the living room, the house was basically made out of paper, she could hear everything.

"I'm just sorry that you got hurt." Marco said reaching out a little before pulling back. She reached out and squeezed his hand.
"I'll get over it. Em on the other hand..."They both looked towards the ceiling before Marco sighed and stood up.
"I'll talk to her, you get out some nacho supplies. I'm making dinner."

Marco walked up the stairs and knocked on his old bedroom door, now it was Em's bedroom. He waited a few seconds before entering. She was facedown on her bed still crying heavily. Marco didn't say a word and just sat beside her, grabbing some tissues on the table and handing them to her. She gripped them and quickly wiped at her face.

Marco didn't know what to say to this so he just remained silent. Em finally looked up at him, her wide eyes filled with tears.
"I thought she knew. I thought it was sort of going to be...what you have..."
"Sweetie no one has exactly what I have. I got lucky. You can't expect to have that same sort of luck."Marco calmly attempted to explain. She sighed heavily and sat up.
"I mostly just feel rotten for betraying Rita like that. She didn't deserve any of that." Marco smiled sadly and rubbed her back.
"No one does, what happened to you three was crappy. You should go downstairs and talk to your sister." Em nodded and twisted her hands together.

"Can it wait a few minutes? I want to get my thoughts together first." Marco nodded and kissed the top of her head before he left. Em didn't have to wait long, soon Rita walked in and sat down next to her triplet sister. The two girls looked at each other, began to speak and then just nodded.

"Still angry?"
"At you? Never. But him..."Rita cracked her knuckles menacingly. Em nodded in understanding. A lightbulb seemed to go over the younger girls head, she quickly fished out her phone and typed quickly on it. She nodded in satisfaction before putting it away and smiling smugly.
"What did you do you little genius?" Rita asked suspiciously. Em merely held a finger up to her mouth and giggled. The two went downstairs where Angela was helping their older brother make his dimensionally famous nachos, celebrated in multiple different planets and by entire cultures.

The four of them sat down and had a nice dinner, as a family.

Across town a boy was nursing a swollen cheek, Rita punched hard and she punched fast, he had not even seen her fling it. And he was so close to winning all three of them. If he could just talk to them...maybe then he could convince Em to take him back, Rita too if he groveled. And Angela? Well he was a real catch, no way that a goody two shoes would pass up the opportunity if he could just get the other two on his side.

He reached for his cell phone, he had to make a few calls. He could probably convince a few of the other kids at school to help him, all he had to do was separate the three sisters and then he would be able to work his magic.

A small hand came over his when he grabbed his phone. He looked up, he had been convinced that he was all alone. But now there were four strange kids in his room. One looked like she had fiery horns on her head, one had a beanie on and some sort of weird electrical thing on her fingertips that glowed a bright electric blue. The boy was holding a baseball bat with some nails crudely attached to it, and there was a blonde bombshell with a heart on one cheek and a murderous look in her eyes.

"You are in a world of trouble and pain young man." She said threateningly.
"Sssshhhh." The girl with the horns said placing a finger over his mouth. "We know what you did."
"And no one hurts our aunts." Jane finished as she blinked and a strange message made out of light issued from her eyeball. It was a text, and it explained what he had done in perfect detail. He gulped heavily as the boy, who looked to be the oldest closed the strange inter-dimensional portal that had opened up and allowed them through.

He knew one thing. He was boned.

Hoped you all liked that. Sorry if this was a little on the short side, or on the long side. Just thought I would write something about the aunts, they seem pretty flat as characters in general, not exactly a bedtime story, just something short and funny to read. Hope you enjoyed.