Scott Zeales pulled his Focus up to the apartment building and nervously checked the address. Delia had warned him that her twin brother was exactly like her, and therefore he should be scared. Very scared. After subjecting his blond, spiked hair to a thorough inspection, resisting the urge to drive home right then and there by reminding himself of Delia, he parked. Anyone who thinks he was over-reacting obviously hasn't met Delia.
Delia Isriot was sarcastic, paranoid, and had a temper that neither a woman scorned or hell could match. And, if you listened to her twin, those were her good qualities. Why, then, was she so well liked? Who knew? Scott sure couldn't put his finger on it. Delia was Delia. She could be kind of intimidating, to say the least, but she was also clever witty, dramatic, and fiercely loyal. And she could play a mean prank. So perhaps it was her mischievousness that endeared people to her. Of course, Delia didn't always like the people who liked her. Not even half. But Scott was one of those few people who didn't earn her loathing. Quite the opposite. The other 'chosen ones' we have already met, but let's go over them, shall we?
First, there was Josh, Delia's twin. Both shared raven locks, although Delia's were longer and softly curled, scary tempers, and a dislike of the general population. Both had the same personality, but as Josh was a minute older and 'the almighty male', he was dead overprotective.
Then there was Christian. How to describe Christian is one word? Pious. The devout 'goody-two-shoes' normally would have royally pissed off Delia and Josh alike, but somehow they formed a friendship. Christian was the sort who nursed lost kitties back to health and was almost disgustingly kind. He also went to Mass every day, and got very mad whenever someone broke a commandment. The only reasons Delia and Josh are still living is because: a). Anyone unstable enough to try and harm either of the two would find themselves being spontaneously thrashed by two very lethal siblings, and b). Thou shall not kill.
Next came Magda, a wild, runaway suburban princess and slight ditz. Magda was wild, unpredictable, and mildly insane. It was no wonder she ditched the quiet life of living it large in small town suburbia for Atlantic City. God knows how she fell in love with Christian, though.
Not to be forgotten, Krystyn was Delia's best friend and Josh's 'soul mate' (Gag.) Krystyn was another one who could have easily earned Delia's scorn, with her bubbly, warm, chatty nature. Thank the Lord she also had a temper, and a playful side, too.
And Scott. Scott was, besides Josh, the only one not to be disarmed by Delia's glare. He was just as fierce as Delia, with a knowledge of weapons so large, he nearly became a bodyguard. Scott prided himself in being a rebel. There was only one thing. Scott was a hopeless romantic; a fact not helped by him being head over heels in love. Scott was the sort known to go all out for love. Which was the only reason he was walking up those stairs.
Back to the present. Scott reached to knock, then stopped himself. Then reached to knock again, coming through this time and angrily berating himself of being so frightened over a girlfriend's brother. The people who said he had what it took to be a bodyguard had obviously lied; he was a coward. Then he thought of a pissed off Delia, multiplied by ten. Maybe not.
His musings were interrupted when the door swung open to reveal a pair of deep, obsidian eyes staring at him. The eyes in question belonged to a face that looked almost exactly like Delia's, except for the fact that was male. His arms were crossed and his face clearly said, 'Impress me.' The man seemed to remember his manners, forced his face into a smile that looked rather painful, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Josh."
Scott warily took it, "Scott Zeales."
Scott could have sworn a demonic glint flashed in his eyes before they hastily became blank.
"So," Josh said casually, leaning against the doorpost,"Let's hope you're better than the others."
"Others?"
"Yeah, all the other guys Delia's brought home."Seeing Scott's blank look, he continued, "What, you don't know? Deils is a rather hot commodity for the local men. You must be the, I don't know, thirty-seventh since we moved here? No, sorry, I forgot Bill, thirty-eighth."
"Joshua Gareth Gregory Isriot, if you're terrorizing Scott you're in for a slow and painful death!!" Delia's furious voice interrupted Josh before Scott could get more irritated. He may have been nervous, but he wasn't stupid! He absentmindedly patted the Sig Sauer he had carried around ever since he found out what a striking resemblance he bore to a guy who had a lot of debts to the Mob.
Josh was violently thrown from the doorway to a couch conveniently located at the other side of he room. Delia appeared, her face still red from anger, but her turquoise eyes sparkling with warmth.
"Hi, sorry about that psychopath, my brother's a little overprotective-"
"Am not!"
"Sure, Josh, and I'm calm, sweet, and boring." This came from a tall African-American woman striding over from what Scott assumed to be the kitchen. Josh snorted. The woman stretched out her hand.
"I'm Magda."
"Is he here yet?" This came from a small blond woman hopping down the stairs, attempting to simultaneously brush her hair, put her left shoe on, eat a bagel, and apply lipstick.
"Hello, will anyone answer me?" The female trailed off as she caught sight of Scott, stuffed the remains of the bagel into her mouth, threw the lipstick onto the coffee table along with the brush, brushed all crumbs off her person, and stuck out her hand, all in one fluid motion. Scott vaguely wondered why the lady's picture wasn't in the dictionary under "Multi-tasking" before his hand was grasped firmly.
"I'm Krystyn, Krystyn White."
He barely had time to utter a 'Scott Zeales' before the door burst open behind him and man with ridiculously long, wavy blond hair walked in, saying, "Sorry I'm late, Father Hobbleton had a long sermon, but it was very interesting, about his thoughts on the Trinity, I'm not sure I agree, but he is a very..brilliant man." He then caught sight of Scott, smiled brilliantly, and said, "And who is this child of God? I'm Christian Nazarini."
After staring bewilderedly at the hand, thinking that these people must have very strong arm muscles to shake everyone's hand like that, Delia jokingly bopped the man on the head.
"Come on Chris, you know Scott was moving in today!"
"Oh,yeah. Well, Scott, welcome to the gang!" Scott fleetingly wondered if that was a good thing before he was dragged off the dining room for dinner.
Delia Isriot was sarcastic, paranoid, and had a temper that neither a woman scorned or hell could match. And, if you listened to her twin, those were her good qualities. Why, then, was she so well liked? Who knew? Scott sure couldn't put his finger on it. Delia was Delia. She could be kind of intimidating, to say the least, but she was also clever witty, dramatic, and fiercely loyal. And she could play a mean prank. So perhaps it was her mischievousness that endeared people to her. Of course, Delia didn't always like the people who liked her. Not even half. But Scott was one of those few people who didn't earn her loathing. Quite the opposite. The other 'chosen ones' we have already met, but let's go over them, shall we?
First, there was Josh, Delia's twin. Both shared raven locks, although Delia's were longer and softly curled, scary tempers, and a dislike of the general population. Both had the same personality, but as Josh was a minute older and 'the almighty male', he was dead overprotective.
Then there was Christian. How to describe Christian is one word? Pious. The devout 'goody-two-shoes' normally would have royally pissed off Delia and Josh alike, but somehow they formed a friendship. Christian was the sort who nursed lost kitties back to health and was almost disgustingly kind. He also went to Mass every day, and got very mad whenever someone broke a commandment. The only reasons Delia and Josh are still living is because: a). Anyone unstable enough to try and harm either of the two would find themselves being spontaneously thrashed by two very lethal siblings, and b). Thou shall not kill.
Next came Magda, a wild, runaway suburban princess and slight ditz. Magda was wild, unpredictable, and mildly insane. It was no wonder she ditched the quiet life of living it large in small town suburbia for Atlantic City. God knows how she fell in love with Christian, though.
Not to be forgotten, Krystyn was Delia's best friend and Josh's 'soul mate' (Gag.) Krystyn was another one who could have easily earned Delia's scorn, with her bubbly, warm, chatty nature. Thank the Lord she also had a temper, and a playful side, too.
And Scott. Scott was, besides Josh, the only one not to be disarmed by Delia's glare. He was just as fierce as Delia, with a knowledge of weapons so large, he nearly became a bodyguard. Scott prided himself in being a rebel. There was only one thing. Scott was a hopeless romantic; a fact not helped by him being head over heels in love. Scott was the sort known to go all out for love. Which was the only reason he was walking up those stairs.
Back to the present. Scott reached to knock, then stopped himself. Then reached to knock again, coming through this time and angrily berating himself of being so frightened over a girlfriend's brother. The people who said he had what it took to be a bodyguard had obviously lied; he was a coward. Then he thought of a pissed off Delia, multiplied by ten. Maybe not.
His musings were interrupted when the door swung open to reveal a pair of deep, obsidian eyes staring at him. The eyes in question belonged to a face that looked almost exactly like Delia's, except for the fact that was male. His arms were crossed and his face clearly said, 'Impress me.' The man seemed to remember his manners, forced his face into a smile that looked rather painful, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Josh."
Scott warily took it, "Scott Zeales."
Scott could have sworn a demonic glint flashed in his eyes before they hastily became blank.
"So," Josh said casually, leaning against the doorpost,"Let's hope you're better than the others."
"Others?"
"Yeah, all the other guys Delia's brought home."Seeing Scott's blank look, he continued, "What, you don't know? Deils is a rather hot commodity for the local men. You must be the, I don't know, thirty-seventh since we moved here? No, sorry, I forgot Bill, thirty-eighth."
"Joshua Gareth Gregory Isriot, if you're terrorizing Scott you're in for a slow and painful death!!" Delia's furious voice interrupted Josh before Scott could get more irritated. He may have been nervous, but he wasn't stupid! He absentmindedly patted the Sig Sauer he had carried around ever since he found out what a striking resemblance he bore to a guy who had a lot of debts to the Mob.
Josh was violently thrown from the doorway to a couch conveniently located at the other side of he room. Delia appeared, her face still red from anger, but her turquoise eyes sparkling with warmth.
"Hi, sorry about that psychopath, my brother's a little overprotective-"
"Am not!"
"Sure, Josh, and I'm calm, sweet, and boring." This came from a tall African-American woman striding over from what Scott assumed to be the kitchen. Josh snorted. The woman stretched out her hand.
"I'm Magda."
"Is he here yet?" This came from a small blond woman hopping down the stairs, attempting to simultaneously brush her hair, put her left shoe on, eat a bagel, and apply lipstick.
"Hello, will anyone answer me?" The female trailed off as she caught sight of Scott, stuffed the remains of the bagel into her mouth, threw the lipstick onto the coffee table along with the brush, brushed all crumbs off her person, and stuck out her hand, all in one fluid motion. Scott vaguely wondered why the lady's picture wasn't in the dictionary under "Multi-tasking" before his hand was grasped firmly.
"I'm Krystyn, Krystyn White."
He barely had time to utter a 'Scott Zeales' before the door burst open behind him and man with ridiculously long, wavy blond hair walked in, saying, "Sorry I'm late, Father Hobbleton had a long sermon, but it was very interesting, about his thoughts on the Trinity, I'm not sure I agree, but he is a very..brilliant man." He then caught sight of Scott, smiled brilliantly, and said, "And who is this child of God? I'm Christian Nazarini."
After staring bewilderedly at the hand, thinking that these people must have very strong arm muscles to shake everyone's hand like that, Delia jokingly bopped the man on the head.
"Come on Chris, you know Scott was moving in today!"
"Oh,yeah. Well, Scott, welcome to the gang!" Scott fleetingly wondered if that was a good thing before he was dragged off the dining room for dinner.
