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Chapter TwoPutting her medium length, layered, brown hair out of the way, Joey made her way downstairs for the past eleven years, to the kitchen.
"Morning," she said, cheerfully.
"Morning, honey," Kirsten smiled, leaning over and kissing Joey on the cheek. "Where's your brother, this morning?"
"Still waking up, I think," Joey answered, scrunching her nose as she went to reach in for a piece of toast. "Where are Dad and Ryan?"
"Don't speak with your mouth full," Kirsten said, warningly. "Your Dad's gone to work early this morning and I think Ryan's still in bed. So, Jo, can you wake him up while I make breakfast for your brother and him."
Joey did the thing that she was famous and rolled her eyes. Kirsten saw it, but shook her head. She didn't want an argument this early in the morning. Kirsten went back to making their breakfast, while Joey sighing, walked over to the poolhouse.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Joey shouted, closing the door behind her. This caused Ryan to jumped as the sound of Joey's voice startled him.
"Joey?" Ryan was puzzled. Why was she waking him up? He really needed his sleep. "It's too early… I need more sleep," he mumbled, under his breath.
"No, Ryan. You have to wake up," Joey rolled her eyes, trying to lift his leg out of there. "Before, Mum comes in and yell at you." Although, Joey was going on about it, this clearly wasn't going into Ryan's head and somehow he wasn't listening either.
"Alright, then." Joey looked to see if anything could wake this Atwood kid up. Maybe, cold water? Then, she had to go and grab it, at this particular moment; Joey was too lazy to move. Pinching his nose together, so he can't breathe? Maybe, it wasn't a good idea, especially since Joey didn't want to touch his nose. IAhh… yes./I Joey thought, she use the same blackmail, she had used on her sleeping brother.
"Ryan, I'll just tell mum, what you did last night," the words rolling off Joey's tongue. Immediately in an instant, Ryan Atwood woke up.
"Tell her what. Nothing is to tell," Ryan immediately said, causing himself to be a bit suspicious.
"Sure, there isn't," Joey shook her head. "Then, why are talking so fast. There is something, but I won't tell her if you wake up. So, get up and have breakfast."
Joey moved aside and let Ryan get out of bed, while she reached for the door to the poolhouse. This was a routine; she was familiar by now, ever since, Ryan had arrived to the house. At first, Joey thought it was weird to have an extra person in the house, especially a person that her brother loved so much, but eventually Joey decided to forget about it and love Ryan like he was part of their family. Which, he was, although Ryan had caused so much trouble in Newport, it made Joey think why she didn't do that when she had first arrived. But, then she remembered it was huge difference since she arrived when she was five, while Ryan came to their house when he was sixteen. A huge difference, indeed.
Walking slowly back to the kitchen, Joey wasn't surprised to see Seth already there.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Joey smiled, sarcastically. She grabbed another piece of toast, since she was still hungry. "I thought you were still sleepy."
"When you're saying cat, do you mean you, Jo?" Seth sarcastically said back. "Because, really, Joey, you're too big to be a cat." Seth took one of waffles Kirsten had laid out for him and Ryan. "Sleepy? After being woken up by you, I think anyone wouldn't be sleepy anymore."
"Cut it out, you two," Kirsten said, warningly. "It's too early for your sarcastic banter. Oh… Ryan, here's your breakfast." Kirsten smiled, as Ryan simply nodded, reaching down on his waffles.
"Oh, mother. But, you love our banter," Seth smiled, sheepishly. "You'll die without it. Our banter is your life, mum."
"Don't push your luck, Seth," Kirsten said, pointing her finger at her and then looking at her watch. "I'm going to late to the office. There's lunch in the fridge. Have fun, kids and don't get into too much trouble."
"Why would she think we might get into trouble?" Joey shook her head, as Kirsten's retreating figure had left the kitchen. "I know you two would get into trouble, but please, would I really get into that much trouble?"
"Don't push your luck, Jo," Seth simply said, a smile forming on his mouth. "From what I know you get into as much trouble as Ryan and I."
"Bite me, Seth," Joey mumbled, under her breathe.
"Again, unhygienic," Seth smiling. "Don't you agree with me, Ryan?"
Chewing quietly on his waffles, Ryan nodded.
"Two against one. I knew it," Joey rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised? Boys are always ganging up on me, first Dawson and Pacey and then you and Ryan."
"Joey… Joey… Joey, when are you going to learn that we are your friends," Seth laughed. "Our purposes are to be your friend. Ryan nod to agree."
Ryan did what Seth told him to do, he knew that there was no point in arguing since, if he did Seth would think he was taking Joey's side and then Joey would think he was taking Seth's, making them argue even more, giving him a huge headache. His experience was to just shut up and agree to whatever one was saying.
Joey snorted, rolling her eyes once again. "Friend, right? I don't see you being friends with Summer, right now, do I, Seth? In fact, if I remember correctly, you made an ass out of yourself."
Ryan startled laughing, unable to look at Seth. "She's right, you know, man."
"I didn't make an ass out of myself," Seth grumbled, under his breath. "She just didn't want to admit that she had feelings for me, as she knows me and her are undeniable."
Joey had heard it many times. Seth was always raving on and on about Summer and him being the perfect couple and that someday; somehow they would end up together. She really didn't want to listen to it, but once you got Seth started, he wouldn't shut up for days or hours, if you were lucky.
"Please, Seth," Ryan suddenly, spoke. "Don't go on about it."
He like, Joey was sick of Seth talking about Summer on ends for days. It was really annoying and usually he wouldn't have the heart to tell Seth, otherwise. He knew it would hurt Seth's feelings, but somehow, Joey had the guts to speak her mind, when dealing with her brother.
"As much as I love spending time talking about my best friend," Joey spoke, looking at her watch. "I really got to go and see her. Before, you ask Seth, I'll say hi for you, but she's not going to remember you, so if mum or dad come home, tell them I'm over at Marissa with her and Summer. Bye, guys."
Joey rushed off quickly, back to her room and got dressed. She knew Seth would probably be mad at Ryan for going on her side, but could she really blame him. Days on end, Seth was talking about her best friend non-stop. As much as she loved Summer, she really didn't want to hear about it, twenty-four, seven and she knew Ryan didn't either.
"Can you believe her?" Seth complained, loudly. "Rushing off just like that. It's like she has no time for us."
"Seth, could you really blame your sister?" Ryan asked. "She lives with you all the time and as much as she loves you, man, she would get bored." He knew Seth was giving him the look.
Joey quietly sneaked back down to the lounge room. She had picked out some jeans and a pink, tank top and her hair was left out naturally. Although, she could hear the boys, she didn't want to know she was still in the house. Closing the front door gently, she made her way, next door to the Coopers.