Chapter 3:
I was just sitting down at the breakfast bar when the doorbell rang. I raced to get to it before mum could. (Tum Tum was still unloading the car.)
I took a breath in and opened the door. Then I let my breath out. It was just Rocky.
"Oh. Hi." I said.
Rocky laughed, "It's good to see you too, bro!"
"Oh, sorry, It's just I thought you were Elle."
"Hey, Elle's coming? Cool." Rocky replied. Like I said, they had been pretty good friends.
"How you been, man?" I asked him, as we gave each other our high-five handshake.
"Yeah, not bad." He replied. Rocky hadn't changed very much in the last four years. He was tall and kind of lanky, with pale skin, dark blonde hair and green eyes. Many of the girls in my grade were "so in love with him" as they said, and I should know, I hear about it every school day.
"Where's Tum?" He asked as he went to the fridge and helped himself to a can of Coke.
"Outside unloading the car."
Rocky looked surprised, "What, he's actually helping?"
"Nah, he's being punished."
The doorbell rang again. I ran to the door with Rocky hot on my heels.
I took in another deep breath and opened the door. Once again I let the breath out in disappointment. It was just Tum.
"Just LOCK me out, why don't you?" Tum Tum said angrily. He had a box full of kitchen junk in his hands.
"Good to see you haven't changed, little bro." Rocky teased him.
"Yeah, I haven't changed since you saw me YESTERDAY!" Tum Tum shot back. He stormed into the kitchen, and Rocky helped him unpack the box.
The doorbell rang for a third time. It had to be her this time, all of my brothers were now here, and I didn't have any sisters.
I took one final deep breath, and swung open the door. My jaw dropped.
There, on my doorstep, was the most gorgeous-looking girl I had ever seen. She had brown eyes, brown hair, and a killer body.
"COLT!" The supermodel screamed, rushing up to me and giving me a huge hug.
I was shocked. I hugged back.
"Elle?"
"Yeah, who else would it be?" She answered, grinning a huge smile.
I finally got my voice back. "You look great!"
Elle laughed, "I look great? Look at you! You must have girls all over you!"
Before I could reply, Rocky walked in.
"Rocky!!!" Elle yelled, and she ran at him and threw her arms over him.
Rocky laughed, "Hey Elle! How was Australia?" He asked, pulling back to get a good look at her. I could see he was surprised at her sudden burst of gorgeousness, even if he was trying to hide it, being Rocky and all.
"It was great! It wasn't like I imagined it--it's pretty much like L.A except a bit drier, you know? And kangaroo's aren't pets--and Koala's don't climb up the powerpoles--I thought they would--and it was hard getting used to the driving on the wrong side of the road--but the accents were cool, you know? And—"
Just then, Tum Tum walked in. When he saw Elle, his eyes went wide.
"Holy—"
"TUM!!!"
For the third time, Elle went running and threw her arms around Tum Tum.
When she pulled away, Tum's eyes were still wide.
"Who are you?" He asked.
Elle rolled her eyes, "It's Elle, silly!"
"You're Elle?"
"Of course I am! Hey, how you been at Killer Instinct?"
Tum snorted, "I haven't played that for years!"
Elle was already running up the stairs, "CHICKEN!" she yelled down at Tum Tum.
All of a sudden, it was like the mask that had been on Tum Tum for 3 years finally come off, and we saw the old Tum Tum again. He shrieked and followed her up, "I'm still the king of Killer!"
Rocky and I let out the breaths we had been holding. What was that, had Cyclone Elle just been through our house?
Rocky looked at me, a cheeky smile across his face, "Well, Colt, looks like we have an underage hottie on our hands."
I scowled at my older brother, "Hey, that's my best friend."
Rocky shrugged, and walked into the kitchen, still smiling, "Yeah, sorry. I'm sure you want it to remain that way, huh? Just friends?"
I glared after Rocky, "Of course that's how I want it to be."
I started heading up the stairs to my room. I knew exactly what Rocky had been thinking; 'Girl-mad Colt, and a hot girl his age, in the same house, just friends? Yeah, right.'
Sadly for him, that was all we were going to be. Some things are too precious to blow on a minor crush. A friendship with Elle was one of those things.
I hoped so, anyway.
I was just sitting down at the breakfast bar when the doorbell rang. I raced to get to it before mum could. (Tum Tum was still unloading the car.)
I took a breath in and opened the door. Then I let my breath out. It was just Rocky.
"Oh. Hi." I said.
Rocky laughed, "It's good to see you too, bro!"
"Oh, sorry, It's just I thought you were Elle."
"Hey, Elle's coming? Cool." Rocky replied. Like I said, they had been pretty good friends.
"How you been, man?" I asked him, as we gave each other our high-five handshake.
"Yeah, not bad." He replied. Rocky hadn't changed very much in the last four years. He was tall and kind of lanky, with pale skin, dark blonde hair and green eyes. Many of the girls in my grade were "so in love with him" as they said, and I should know, I hear about it every school day.
"Where's Tum?" He asked as he went to the fridge and helped himself to a can of Coke.
"Outside unloading the car."
Rocky looked surprised, "What, he's actually helping?"
"Nah, he's being punished."
The doorbell rang again. I ran to the door with Rocky hot on my heels.
I took in another deep breath and opened the door. Once again I let the breath out in disappointment. It was just Tum.
"Just LOCK me out, why don't you?" Tum Tum said angrily. He had a box full of kitchen junk in his hands.
"Good to see you haven't changed, little bro." Rocky teased him.
"Yeah, I haven't changed since you saw me YESTERDAY!" Tum Tum shot back. He stormed into the kitchen, and Rocky helped him unpack the box.
The doorbell rang for a third time. It had to be her this time, all of my brothers were now here, and I didn't have any sisters.
I took one final deep breath, and swung open the door. My jaw dropped.
There, on my doorstep, was the most gorgeous-looking girl I had ever seen. She had brown eyes, brown hair, and a killer body.
"COLT!" The supermodel screamed, rushing up to me and giving me a huge hug.
I was shocked. I hugged back.
"Elle?"
"Yeah, who else would it be?" She answered, grinning a huge smile.
I finally got my voice back. "You look great!"
Elle laughed, "I look great? Look at you! You must have girls all over you!"
Before I could reply, Rocky walked in.
"Rocky!!!" Elle yelled, and she ran at him and threw her arms over him.
Rocky laughed, "Hey Elle! How was Australia?" He asked, pulling back to get a good look at her. I could see he was surprised at her sudden burst of gorgeousness, even if he was trying to hide it, being Rocky and all.
"It was great! It wasn't like I imagined it--it's pretty much like L.A except a bit drier, you know? And kangaroo's aren't pets--and Koala's don't climb up the powerpoles--I thought they would--and it was hard getting used to the driving on the wrong side of the road--but the accents were cool, you know? And—"
Just then, Tum Tum walked in. When he saw Elle, his eyes went wide.
"Holy—"
"TUM!!!"
For the third time, Elle went running and threw her arms around Tum Tum.
When she pulled away, Tum's eyes were still wide.
"Who are you?" He asked.
Elle rolled her eyes, "It's Elle, silly!"
"You're Elle?"
"Of course I am! Hey, how you been at Killer Instinct?"
Tum snorted, "I haven't played that for years!"
Elle was already running up the stairs, "CHICKEN!" she yelled down at Tum Tum.
All of a sudden, it was like the mask that had been on Tum Tum for 3 years finally come off, and we saw the old Tum Tum again. He shrieked and followed her up, "I'm still the king of Killer!"
Rocky and I let out the breaths we had been holding. What was that, had Cyclone Elle just been through our house?
Rocky looked at me, a cheeky smile across his face, "Well, Colt, looks like we have an underage hottie on our hands."
I scowled at my older brother, "Hey, that's my best friend."
Rocky shrugged, and walked into the kitchen, still smiling, "Yeah, sorry. I'm sure you want it to remain that way, huh? Just friends?"
I glared after Rocky, "Of course that's how I want it to be."
I started heading up the stairs to my room. I knew exactly what Rocky had been thinking; 'Girl-mad Colt, and a hot girl his age, in the same house, just friends? Yeah, right.'
Sadly for him, that was all we were going to be. Some things are too precious to blow on a minor crush. A friendship with Elle was one of those things.
I hoped so, anyway.