Chapter11
Scott's POV
"Is this it"? I questioned looking back at Albertha who was fidgeting with excitement in the back seat. "Of course it is"! She cried struggling to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Who else would have a house as awesome as this"? She questioned "my big sister, that's who"! She cried without giving me a chance to respond. I turned off the engine and hopped out of the car. "Whoa there munchkin"! I cried helping Albertha out of the car. "Mom and dad gave me strict rules, about how to handle their truck". "I break it, and that dips into their college money for me", I stated giving Albertha a serious look. "Oh Scott" she whined, tossing me a dumbfounded expression. "You can be so naive some times". "You know good and well a little scratch on this here vehicle, will not prevent them from sending you off into the real world". "Thus leaving them with their precious little angel" she cooed pointing at herself. "You are so full of it" I scoffed, as I grabbed her hand and walked towards the door. "So why are we at her house again"? I questioned, looking down at my little sister. "Well, if you recall your dummy Hercules almost ate Courtney". She stated mildly. "He did not almost eat her"!, I snapped "and he is not stupid, he just needs some training is all". "Whatever you say, Scott" she said giving me an amused grin, "anyway" she continued "Courtney does not feel comfortable walking to the front of the house, knowing that she is in easy access of the horses clutches" she stated smoothly. "Something tells me you did not come up with those words your self, " I said rolling my eyes. "Says the boy, who can not break a horse," she whispered. I huffed as I rang the doorbell, grimacing as I looked down at how my own flesh and blood was now a little Courtney.
"So" Courtney said "what do you think the theme of our costumes should be"?, she asked looking at Albertha. "How about we dress up as cowgirls"? Albertha questioned, giving Courtney a wide smile. Courtney creased her forehead in thought, as she flipped through a heavy looking fashion magazine in her hands slowly flipping through pages. I was sitting in Courtney's living room taking it all in. Everything around the house was elaborately decorated, in an orderly fashion. The house smelled of a calming fragrance, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling in every room. To put it mildly, saying Courtney was rich is an understatement. "Scott"! Albertha said nudging me and putting me out of my thoughts. "What were you saying"? I questioned giving my sister a dazed look. "We were wondering if cowgirl outfits was a good idea," Courtney said tossing me a questioning glance. "Although I think the idea, is missing something a little more" she said, rapidly flipping through the book once more. "Maybe you two should dress up like princesses," I muttered. "Oh my goodness that's it"! Courtney exclaimed looking at me. "What if we dress up like cowgirls, but wear little tiara's on the hats"? She said bouncing in excitement along with Albertha who quickly fed off of Courtney's happiness. "We could make the sleeves long and silky, and trim the skirt right below the knees and…." "Wait"! "You can do that"? Albertha questioned staring at Courtney in awe. "No"! I spat without thinking "She will just get her servants to do it for her". "Actually, I am going to do it" she replied bitterly with a look of hurt in her eyes. "Albertha, would you like something from my kitchen"? "I am going to get something to drink". "No thanks Courtney". Albertha lazily replied, obviously unaware of the tension in the room as she flipped through one of the magazines sprawled out on the table. "I am kind of thirsty," I murmured. Courtney glared at me, and began grabbing my arm. "Well, maybe you can come get a drink with me". She replied icily, pulling me down the hall.
Courtney's POV
"Okay, so what is your problem"? I questioned looking Scott dead in the eye. "I do not have a problem" Scott replied coolly, looking down at his feet. "Then why can't you look at me"? I asked a little more rudely then I wanted to. "I do not have a problem," Scott repeated now looking me in the eye. "Well ever since I have met you, you have done nothing but made excuses and stereotypes for me". "Excuses"? Scott questioned raising his eyebrow. "Hmm lets see, does Albertha is doing the competition with Elizabeth ring a bell, because I have not seen a lot of big brothers set their sibling up with someone they can not stand". "Although you already knew she could not compete with Elizabeth before you said, it didn't you Scott"? I questioned. "How did you-" Scott started, but I cut him off. "Let's move on to stereotypes". "Although while were at it, please introduce me to my servants Scott, because my father must have sent them on a long vacation"! "Or my favorite one, about how I am probably too much of a simple minded rich girl to ever fit in with you"! We stared at each other in silence for a while, neither one of us knowing what to say. "I never said the last one" Scott said at last. "Excuse me"? I questioned now looking him in the eye. "I never said you were too much a dumb rich girl to be my friend," he said again giving me a softened expression. "Maybe not to my face I huffed, mentally willing myself for him not to get the best of me. "I just thought you were an Elizabeth clone", he mumbled. "Is she really that bad"? I asked letting a giggle escape from my mouth. "To put it metaphorically, she is like sand". He stated giving me a wide grin. "Sand"? I questioned giving him a curious look. "Yep" he stated firmly. "She can be anything you want her to be, but whatever you thought she was is always washed away, at the end of the day". "So she is one of those", I whispered thoughtfully. Scott turned to me and let out a small laugh, "that's for sure". "So I guess, I can say I-I was wrong about you" Scott stuttered. "Was that really all that hard"? I questioned giving my eyebrows a raise. "Almost as hard as it is to break that stubborn horse", Scott whispered shaking his head.
"Oh I believe this is perfect"! I heard my mother say as I made my way to the living area. "Darling" she said gesturing towards me. "Isn't this cute"? She bubbled shoving a sketch in my hands. It was a picture of a mannequin, dressed in what appeared to be a western styled dress with layered skirts. The mannequin's head bore a petite sized cowgirl hat, and a small tiara in its center. "I think it is gorgeous", I said beaming at Albertha. "You drew this"? I questioned looking at her in amazement. "Awe shucks, it's nothing," she said in an obviously fake southern drawl. I stifled a giggle as Scott rolled his eyes, and gave Albertha a small nudge. "Well we better get going Mrs. Vasquez, " he said grabbing Albertha by the waist, and throwing her over his shoulder with ease. "See you at school tomorrow" he said giving me a shy smile as he head out the door. "I am going to go make a phone call", I said heading upstairs. "To call Scott"? My mom questioned I glared at her, as she returned my look with a smile "No" I stated with an eye roll. "I'm calling Zoey".
Author's Note: Okay everyone i love writing this story, you all are awesome! Although, please comment more so i can see how I am doing. On the other side, I made my due date...for once. Yeah i admit it I am a lazy butt, but the story must go on! Anyways Merry Christmas!
