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Chapter 16; Mini Me

It was late. Don't know exactly how late; but I knew it was late. I looked at my right side; 3;24 am. Karen had called a few minutes after Ashlee left. I was mad at her, but didn't say anything. We talked for a while, mostly about Ashlee. She asked me if it was okay that she would spent the night at Andy's. I said yes. Lucas was at home; at his home, his apartment. I looked again to the right side; 3:25. I was all alone waiting for a certain person to come home. I'll kill her when she's home. This is not how it's supposed to be! And since when is it hard to fall asleep? A annoying little voice in my head (sounded a lot like Karen) told me it was because I was waiting for her to come home. I was worried. Okay, so what if I'm worried? I am her big sister; that's just my job; sort of, not really. And when I was 15; I didn't even think about coming home this late. Okay, who am I kidding? She was a little version of me; a mini me. I laughed out loud, thinking about Mini Me. The cute little man from Austin Powers. If a person would see me like this he would think I'm crazy. It's weird when you're laughing while you're the only person in the room. A loud bang interrupted my thoughts. She was home! I almost runned towards the front door and there she was, holding a cup that smelled a lot like beer. She was a mess; hair all over the place, make-up up on the wrong places, her top was.. I don't know what exactly was wrong with it but it was just wrong. Her lips were red, and her lipgloss was gone, look like she found a guy to make out with. Iew! Even to think about your sister making out was disgusting.

"Hey there Brookie! Do you want some beer?" I looked at her with a not so amused smile on my face. Is she wasted? Of course, why am I surprised?

"No thanks."

"You're boring. But I don't mind, more for me!"

She (tried) to walk straigt to the couch but didn't make it. She laughed her ass off on the cold, hard floor. Beer all over the place. It was quite a show. I know it was better to be mad at her, but I just couldn't. I have to help her now and tomorrow she will pay for this.

"Sooo, did you have fun?"

"Yeah! Oh Brooke there was this guy! Oh My God he was a fcking fox! He wanted to go to his place, but I was not in the mood."

"Not in the mood?" Okay, I have to admit it shocked me a little. Okay, a lot.

"Yeah, you know… Sex." I raised an eyebrow at her.

"So let me get this straigt. If you were 'in the mood', you would go to his place in your drunken state?"

"I'm not drunk! And yes, of course. It's not like I'm doing something you didn't do when you were my age."

"Scratch that, I'm not talking about me; I'm talking about you. Come on, you're going to bed. But first, you're drinking at least two cups filled with water."

"Why?"

"It makes the hangover less painful."

She looked at me weirdly. Probably wondering if I really wanted to help her.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Help me?"

"Just cause."

"Whatever, I don't need your help."

I rolled my eyes at her. She could be so stubborn sometimes.

"Fine, do whatever you want to do. I'm going to bed."

I turned around and walked slowly, like I was waiting for her to say something. But she didn't, so I sighed and closed my bedroom door. This was going to be a long night.

After a few hours of bad sleep, I woke up. I heard someone vomitting in the bathroom. I smiled a little, now I'm sure she's a little version of me. When I was 15 years old, I did the same thing. I was a pissed of teenager (well, I still am but I'm so much more mature then I was at the age of 15), who got wasted trying to get attention, but when I knew I didn't got it, I just got wasted for the fun of it.

I saw her hopping of the counter and leaning against the chilly wall tiles. Her head was red covered with sweat. She sighed and looked down, her face pale.

"You're not feeling really great huh?"

"No, I'm pretty great." She said sarcastically.

"Here, take this with a glass of water and you'll feel better soon." I gave her an aspirin and the water and she took it, drinking it immediately.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Ash?"

"Don't call me Ash."

"Still the annoying bitch.. You know what, this is the last time I'll try to help you. I don't get a thank you or anything. So from now on, do whatever you want, I don't care."

"Finally! My dream is finally coming true since I was.. Oh I know, since I was born." She sneered.

"Fine!"

"Fine!" She slammed the bathroom in my face. I was so pissed I screamed in frustration.

After a few hours of silence and peace, I heard the front door. It was Karen. She looked happy and she was glowing.

"Hey Brooke! I'm home!"

I just mumbled in response. I was pissed at her for letting Ashlee stay here. And I was pissed at Ashlee for not thanking me and from the fact she was just being 'Ashlee'.

"What's wrong?" She looked concerned and I looked away.

"Nothing."

"Come on Brooke, I know when something's wrong with you."

"It's not something, it's someone."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah."

"You know, I don't know Ashlee; but I know she's your sister. And maybe you don't like her…"

"More like hate her." I said interrupting her. She looked painful at me, wondering if I really meant that.

"Okay, well you might hate her.. But she is still your sister. And you know how your parents are. They called me a few weeks ago, and almost begged me to keep my mouth shut. What was I supposed to do? Say no? Cause then she was homeless. I can't do that to her. And I have plenty enough room."

I sighed; she was right, as always.

"So, where is she?"

"I don't know. She was in my room a few hours ago." Karen raised an eyebrow.

"So you haven't talked to her in a few hours?"

"Nope."

"Oh. Well, why don't you ask her if she wants to come here and meet me."

"I really don't think she wants that."

"You can always try."

I groaned but walked to my room anyway. I didn't mind to knock, I just walked into my room. It is my room you know, so I can do whatever I want.

When I saw her I gasped. She was looking out of the window, one hand feeling the cold air, and in the other she held a sigaret.

"What the fck are you doing?" I yelled at her. At first, she seemed shocked, cause she hadn't heard me coming in. She throwed the sigaret out of the window and then looked at me, bored.

"What?"

"Were you smoking?"

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Looks like it."

"I can not believe this. My little sister is turning into a smoking, bad girl. Why does this still surprise me?"

"Don't know."

"I didn't ask you to answer my question. I was asking it to myself."

"Kind of creepy if you ask me."

"I'm not asking! Oh My God you are sooo annoying! Anyway, that's not why I came here. Karen wants to speak to you. You know, get to know Brooke's little, sweet sister." I said sarcastically.

She groaned and I grabbed her once again by the arm.

"I suppose I don't have a choice?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Hmm, too bad. Wait, let me spray a little parfum."

"Yeah, cause we won't want Karen to know you've been smoking." I snapped at her.

"Exactly."

In the livingroom Karen was waiting for us. She looked a little nervous but when she saw Ashlee, her face was smiling and I have to say she looked very motherly. Really friendly and it made me all warm inside. But that feeling was gone when Ashlee introduced herself. She smile was fake, I could tell. Her voice was cheery, like she actually cared.

"Hi Ashlee, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. I've heard so much about you!" Not true…

"Oh, I wish I could say the same but I have to admit I didn't even know you existed till your parents called me." I got a cold look in return.

"Oh that's okay. It doesn't really matter. I'm not very interesting anyway." She said still with a fake, happy voice. It made me want to gag.

"No it's not okay! I want to get to know you. Tell me something about yourself."

"Ehm, I don't know where to begin."

"How about when you got kicked out of school cause you got caught stealing all the basketballs?" I added.

"Or maybe when you got suspended for spraying 'School Sucks' on the lockers?"

Karen looked shocked and Ashlee looked down.

"That was a long time ago, I'm not that girl anymore." She whispered.

"Just start where you want to. Just tell me something about yourself."

She nodded slowly, playing the innocent girl. I wanted to scream 'she was just smoking a few minutes ago!' but I didn't.

"Ehm.. Well I'm Ashlee Abigail Davis, I'm fifteen years old. Love to listen to good music and I like to draw too." I laughed out loud. She was really a Peyton II.

They just looked at me weirdly; and I waved at her, telling her to continue.

"I don't really like shopping or cheerleading, so I'm like the total opposite of Brooke. The last time I saw her was four years ago. I really missed her you know." She said glaring at me with a big smile on her face.

"So I was pretty exited to see her again. And thanks Karen, for letting me stay here. You know you saved my life, right?"

"That's funny, that's the exact same thing Brooke told me when she could stay here." They both smiled at me, and I returned it. Not a real smile of course.

"Ehm, I'll let you two alone now. To, get to know eachother. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to call Lucas."

I heard them talking. Ashlee said something about 'I missed Brooke so much, I was really lonely there'. Lonely my ass. I can't believe that little bitch. I dialed Lucas number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey babe." Hearing his voice made me smile.

"Hi Broody Boyfriend!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"You sound a little, I don't know.. Not you." I sighed.

"Yeah, something's going on, I don't want to talk about it now."

"That's okay. Is it about…"

"Ashlee.. Yeah."

"Want me to pick you up and then go to my place?"

"No that's okay. I'll bring myself. Can I come over, like.. Now?"

"Of course."

"Okay, see ya.. Bye."

Hmm, I know this chapter was nothing special. But I wanted to let you guys know a little more about Ashlee. Next chapter, Brooke's going to tell the whole story about her little sister to Luke. Why she hasn't told anybody about her, or why she hate her etc. Thanks for the reviews and please, please, pretty please review! I love to read them and they're the reason I'm still writing this story. The more I get how faster I'm updating!

Helen