Now that I've introduced you to the little siblings, I will add a special section just about them.
So here we go...
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Story Title: The Rose On A Thorn
Chapter Number: Five
Chapter Title: Oh Brother
Author Name: Dev-Ra Alyn
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Two shadows slipped out of their bedroom window and ran across the street. Street lights briefly shown on them as they dashed to hide behind a bush in someone's yard. Next to the bush was a mailbox with great bold, black letters printed on the side: FRANKLYN. One boy turned to look at the other as if to confirm his presence. His deep brown eyes almost looked completely black in the dark and his dark brown hair would sway a bit as the nights breeze lightly passed.
The two boys ran to the side of the house almost unnoticed. One with a cleaner cut and lighter brown hair peaked over a closed window. In his view he could see to figures laying on a bed. He knew they both had to be in a deep sleep since he could hear both of their loud snoring through the window. He glanced down at his brother and signalled him to move ahead.
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In the house across from the Franklyn's was a spectator. Her eyes peered between the blinds as she watched the two boys scurry around the house like sneaky thieves. Her eyes narrowed a little as they walked further out towards the backyard.
What are those two knuckleheads doing?
What ever it was, it didn't matter. Right now, she just wanted to concentrate on finishing a book she found in the nightstand next to the bed. Her hand fell from the blinds as she turned and leaned on the headboard of the bed. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair, then leaned over and turned the lamp light on and grabbed the paper back book.
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"Did anybody see us?" Jaron whispered, turning around to see Jeremy's back.
"No. Everybody's asleep." Jeremy whispered back. He glanced over at Sharon's house; seeing the light on in one of the rooms. "Look. Annabelle is up."
"Who cares? Come on, we've got to get our ball back." Jaron grabbed Jeremy's arm and pulled him onward.
They came to a chain link fence that separated the front yard from the back. Jaron looked down to see the fence door was wrapped in chains and locked.
He turned to Jeremy. "Since when did they lock their fence?"
"Just jump over it." Jeremy said with an agrivated tone.
"Don't get pushy, Jeremy." He said as he placed his right foot in one of the gaps then placing his left on top of the fence. From there he jumped off and Jeremy followed behind.
"Okay, Jaron. You can turn the flashlights on." Jeremy whispered as he stood next to him.
"What flashlight?" Jaron asked stupidly.
"You retard!" Jeremy answered loudly.
"Shhh." Jaron whispered softer. "You're gonna ruin it by waking everybody."
"Well, if you weren't so stupid may be we could actually see what we're doing." Jeremy yelled in a whispering way. "I told you to grab the flashlights. Now it's going to take us twice as long to look through this yard."
"Hey, hey, hey. I ain't stupid, now." Jaron defended. "I'm averaging a C in chorus."
Jeremy narrowed his eyes at Jaron and shook his head lightly. He couldn't believe that this was his brother.
-jingle jingle- "You're only averaging a C in chor--"
"Shhh." Jaron interrupted. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Jeremy asked as he titled his head and focused on the sounds of the night.
"I heard something." Jaron answered doing the same as Jeremy.
They both stood there in silence for a while, then Jeremy straightened his back and looked down at Jaron.
"I think you're hearing things. Come on. We have to find that football."
"No, I swear that I heard--"
-jingle jingle-
"See! See! There it goes again." Jaron whispered loudly.
Jeremy started walking away from Jaron and off to the far corner.
"Shut up, Jaron. You don't know what you're talking about."
"No, I hear it. I know I d--"
Then, out of the silence of the night, came a terrible bawling of furocious barks and growles. The two boys screamed in horror as they were taken off gaurd and ran out the way they came in. They both dashed across the street and ran to their back door.
"What the hell was that?" Jeremy panted.
"I told you I heard something." Jaron stressed.
"We have to figure out a way to get that ball back."
"Uh uh. No way." Jaron shook his head. "I'm done for tonight and I'm tired of loosing balls like this. Let's just save up for a playstation."
"Do you really wanna be a video game junkie?" Jeremy asked not expecting to get an answer.
"Well, at least you can't get hurt from playing a video game." "You're a retard."