There stood Mrs. Jones. "Well it's about time that you answered." she stated as she kissed Carly's cheek giving her a quiet hug before looking at Nick. "Hello, honey." she said moving to him, hugging him gently. Mrs. Jones was a short woman, in her mid-fourties. With blonde hair like Carly's and eyes like Nick's, she did look like an older version of the twins.
Nick rolled his eyes at Carly before she opened at the door. Things seemed to pop up at the worst of times, no? Their mother just had to drop by when he finally admitted to the ideas of the dreams he head. Perfect timing. Really. He hugged his mother back slightly, not bothering to really take time in giving a full-blown hug. He just wasn't as.. lovey-dovey as that- save for the attack on Carly. It was a saved up thing he had craved to do for sometime.
Carly shut the door behind her and gave Nick a look as her mother's back was turned, the look was one where he could see that she hated her mother at the moment. "So, mom..What can we do for you?" she asked quickly, hoping that her mom just needed to get a tupperware bowl, or something small and could leave in a few moments tops. She walked into the kitchen and placed herself back on the counter where she and Nick were just entangled.
Mrs. Jones frowned. "Well, I came to invite the two of you to your father's birthday party tomorrow night.." she informed as she glanced at the counter placing her left hand on the counter. A few seconds later, she brought it up--a sticky residue on her palm. The coffee spot.
Nick grinned a bit, looking to his mothers hand. Such a memory that brought back, even if it was from barely minutes, maybe a bit longer, ago. "Oh, yes, you must be getting the last bit of the coffee Miss Graceful over there spilt." He explained with a shrug, taking up a spot near a wall and leaning against it. "Oh. How old is dear old dad turning?" He questioned, the sarcasm in his voice masked by a mock curiousity. He still wasn't very happy with his mother for coming over at such a... bad time. It was quite bothersome to have needed to stop in such a moment. It ticked him off, to be honest.
Carly shot a mock glare at Nick. They had to pretend to hate each other..Well, at least act like they wouldn't ever play tounge hockey on the counter a few moments ago. Pretend that everything was normal between them. She got off the counter and went to the sink, grabbing the sponge. Carly glanced at her mom, as she went to wash her hands as she scrubbed the counter to rid it of the sticky mess of the coffee.
"Dad's turning fifty." she informed her son as she applied three pumps of soap on her hands lathering them up furiously as if she was trying to get rid of the plage. Carly looked at Nick and rolled her eyes at her mom's back before finishing scrupping the stain.
"Yep. Thought so. He's getting old.." Nick commented casually, crossing his arms over his chest. He smirked at his sisters glare. She wasn't too good at acting like she hated him enough to be as distant as they were before. He acted rather normal, if not even more bitter with an 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' twist added more-so than usual.
"Mom. Coffee isn't going to kill you. You don't need to act as if it will by just touching it." He paused, considering his word choice, "You are, after all, in the house of two grown siblings. You can't expect everything to be so neat."
Carly looked at her brother then her mother. "Well, mom..is that all?" she asked, "I have a deadline." she informed. Lies. She didn't even work at the fashion studio anymore. But her parents didn't know that. "A whole collection is due Friday.." she said. "and incase you didn't know, it's Monday." she told her in a tone that she rarely used with her mother. With Nick, maybe, but her mother, no. She yawned as she glanced at Nick again out of the corner of her eye. "Sorry, mom..But it's real important that I get it done in time." she stated, shrugging quickly.
Mrs. Jones nodded. "Mmhmm, Nick- Why can't you be more like your sister?" she asked before hugging her daughter good-bye. "See you two tomorrow night..Be there at 8:00." she told them before hugging Nick quickly. Grabbing her purse, she stepped out of the front door and away from the home.
"Nick- Why can't you be more like your sister?" He mimicked, glaring at where his mother once stood, "Great. I'm compared to the more feminine of us both." He stated dryly, still glaring at where his mother stood. Once he heard the door shut completely, he looked up with a grin, his entire act thrown down the drain, "And she's gone thanks to that little white lie." He commented, advancing on his sister with a mischievious glitter in his eye.
She smirked, "Mmmhmm. You're compaired to me because.." she began, leaning against the counter. "I- am perfect." she told him in a matter-of-fact tone. She grinned up at him as he came closer to her. "And I'm glad to know that my little lies make our mother leave us alone so we can do this.." she told him, reaching up, kissing him gently.
: Nick pulled away from her lips, an amused expression clear on his face. "You? Perfect?" He reached up and grasped her chin, tilting he face around to get a good look at most angles, "Nope. Not perfect. You're close though." He smirked, then pressed his lips back against hers, releasing her chin to lock his arms around her waist once more.
She pulled away, shaking her head. "If anyone is perfect..I am. I'm the good twin, the one who got a fashion internship, and the best looking one out of the family." she grinned, a small glint in her eyes. "But it's okay that you're jealous." Carly smirked. "Hell, I'd be jealous of myself if I were you." she told him, kissing him once again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He wanted to protest, he really did. But something about this kiss drew him in, and he didn't want to let go. He wanted to point out the fact that she wasn't the best looking one out of the family; just to tease her of course. She was so full of herself sometimes. He also wanted to... No, he rather not think of those things at the moment.
Smiling gently, Carly reached for the edges of Nick's wife beater. She tugged at it for a few seconds before pulling it up over his head, only breaking the kiss to get the cloth off of her brother. She grinned slightly at him then down at his body. God his body was nice. She then frowned as she pulled away again. "I dunno, Nick." she muttered in between kisses. Teasingly, she traced his body with her fingertips. "We have so much to do before tomorrow night.." she smirked. "I mean--we have to go get dad's gift...then come back here." she smirked. "And wrap it..." she laughed. She wasn't the best at teasing him...at least not as good as he teased her.
For a moment, a frown etched into his features. This is, until he began thinking about what she said, and about how much fun he could have with her suggestion of getting the gift. "So, we need to go get the gift? That could take hours knowing how picky you are, and wrapping it, that'll take up about five minutes... Maybe more if you don't do it right the first time..." He stated thoughtfully, then slipped his arms from off her waist. "Let's go get it then, I mean, we have nothing better to do.." He grabbed the shirt that was discarded minutes before, and began to pull it over it head.
Carly nodded as she slid off the counter and grabbed her purse and sunglasses. Placing the large black sun-blockers over her hazel eyes- she yawned looking at Nick for a second. "Aww..did you really have to put it back on?" she whined, shaking her head playfully. What a hooker. What the hell would they get their almost-fifty-year-old dad? Certainly nothing that she'd get Nick for his birthday. A Playboy magainze just for shits and gigles. She sighed, "What do you think Dad'll want?" she questioned him as she put on a pair of sandals, waiting for him to join her side.
"I don't know.. Umm.. a shirt that reads 'Over the hill?'" He suggested, shrugging. "And, yes, I did have to put it on. I'm not going out it public shirtless, they wouldn't me in anywhere, and you'd be stuck shopping by yourself... Not that I wouldn't mind.." Nick stated, almost too casually. After he finished stretching, he stretched his arms out, flexing his muscles as he did so. He ran up the stairs, grabbing a pair of socks and slipping them on, followed by a some tennis shoes. "Let's go. I'm driving." He grinned.
Carly's face went somewhat pale. "/You're/ driving?" she smirked. "Uhm, Hell no." She stated as she walked out the front door. "You're retarded if you think that you're driving." Carly giggled as she took his car keys. "Ha. I win." she told him, nodding gently. "Besides," she began walking towards his car. "You want to drive---you get the keys from me." she told him, winking at him. "Mr. -I'm a bad ass-, the least you should be able to do is get the keys from your sister, eh?" she teased.
Nick smirked, "Are you challenging me? Are you honestly challenging me?" He laughed a bit, then began walking towards her, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "Give me the keys before I'm forced to take them from you. You know I will too..." He stated, menacingly. With a quick motion, he slid his hands into his pockets, his elbows bending a bit. He didn't quicken his pace, but only continued at his steady pace.
"Maybe I am, Maybe I'm not." she smiled, before shaking her head. "No..you're not getting the keys." she informed him, frowning. "Honestly..you want to get the keys..you have to make an initiative to get the keys." she winked. "Oh- you're so serious.." she told him, mimiking his face. "Soo serious." she repeated. "Come on." she told him. "You can get a few keys from your sister, can't you, Nick?" she asked, teasingly.
"Shut up.." Nick muttered, becoming slightly annoyed of her teasing. He could handle it earlier; when they were more initmate than just getting car keys to drive. With a grin, he stopped about a foot before her, and struck out quickly. His hands gripped her shoulders as he quickly spun her around, pulling her back into his chest, "Now, give me the keys."
Carly smirked. "Here." she told him, handing the keys to him. She got into the passanger seat and frowned quietly. "You're no fun, Nick Jones. No fun at all." she informed, shaking her head.
ooc Hope you like it so far!