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Dinner was everything, but pleasant. My aunt and uncle didn't appreciate me calling them aunt Liv and uncle Will. They actually appeared hate it. I'll probably end up calling them that anyways just to annoy the hell outta them.
"Don't you utter those words at me! It's Mr. and Mrs. Evans to you." They seemed to be under the impression that I would treat him with respect... I don't treat anyone with respect. Haven't they learned yet?
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. Evans..." I stabbed some of the pasta on my plate and shoved it in my mouth carelessly just to bug them even more. I finally found people that I hated even more than I hated my dad... It was probably some psycho gene that skips every other generation. It would explain why me and the rest of the kids were so amazing.
"Listen to that Jeb. Your daughter is very much a disturbed child." The pompous posh way they spoke was really starting to get on my nerves. They both turned away from me with identical sneers. I on the other hand grabbed my knife and made a face while pretending to skewer their heads. That made the kids laugh.
"Yes, weren't we all disturbed children at some point or another." I can't believe Jeb actually had the balls to say something like that to them. It's not like they scare me it's just their voices are so shrill and...just blah, that it's hard to keep from throwing stuff at them and knocking them into oblivion. I could imagine doing that now. It would be nice.
"She's a very bad influence to Angela and Xavier! I won't have it. Look at the way she dresses." Did my dear aunt mean Angel and Gazzy? Probably, considering the faces they pulled that clearly said 'ewe not those names again'. I turned to Iggy and raised my eyebrows at him. He just chugged his water in response.
"I'm wearing jeans." I tell them. I'm not dressed all that bad in my opinion.
"Oh yes. Filthy clothes. Jeans. Did you hear that William, jeans." I suppressed the urge to strangle her senseless.
"Jeb she's actually a very pretty girl. Just have her clean up her act, and we could have her doing what Angela does." William offered. What was he talking about? I hate not knowing!
"No." Jeb simply answered
"Mommy. Can you call me Angel?" Angel seemed really nervous about asking this.
"Be quiet, little girl." What's the deal with these people? How could they be such jackasses to Angel -AKA the cutest little girl I've even met-?
"William, Olivia, I don't think now's the time-" Quin was being really nice about the whole situation. I could tell that she honestly didn't want any one to fight.
"It is if I say so! We came to this small get together like you asked. We could just as easily leave." 'Mr. Evans' was turning purple.
"Please do." Iggy seemed now was a good time to tell his opinion. I agreed with him 100 percent.
"James!"
"What now!'
"Alright. Maybe you should leave." Jeb butt in before they could really start fighting. I realize the only ones that hadn't talked during all of dinner were Ari and Gazzy. I looked at them and found Ari was asleep with his face in his pasta, while Gazzy just looked down at his lap- he was up to something, i could tell from the smirk on his face.
"Fine, we will. Kids be ready for next Saturday. It's a big day." At the mention of these words all three of the Evans kids face's fell. Gazzy got up from his seat and left the room towards the living room. Uncle Will got up and followed suit while helping Aunt Olivia up from her set.
"Well dinner was...yes, see you next weekend." Olivia stated. I couldn't argue with how she thought the dinner sucked. Not the food though. The food was great. I would have all been better if they just didn't come.
They ruined it all. At this point Gazzy came into the dinning room holding what I assumed was his moms purse. He had a giant smile plastered on his face, his eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Why do you have my purse! I've told you not to touch my things with your dirty hands!"
"I just got it for you, mommy. I didn't touch anything in it." He handed the bag over to her, and she snatched it from his hands with narrowed eyes. Seriously I really do hate her...
"Well don't." She tells him, then huffs and turns away from us with her husband, slamming the front door behind them as they left.
"Hey Ig?" I called once Jeb and Quin had let the room
"Yeah?"
"I hate your parents."
"Tell me about it."
That night I found out the Evan family story. Turns out that every summer for the past 7 years, Olivia and William dump there kids at Jeb's house so that they could do as they please with no distractions. They would come and 'visit' the kids every other weekend or so.
"But it's not more of a visit then a call to take us to these useless modeling and acting auditions and shit. They're hardest on Angel. They've pretty much given up on me 'cause I don't really respond to the threats anymore. It's like the only reason they had kids is to use us to make money." Iggy tells me their whole story. And then I hate my aunt and uncle even more than before. I almostfeel lucky that I have Jeb as a father...
"But don't go feeling bad for us! Remember when I took Olivia's purse?" Gazzy starts.
"Oh- yeah, I was meaning to ask what you did this time." Iggy goes
"He put this dead sewer rat in it." Angel explains while playing with a little teddy bear with wings.
"Hey, how did you know that?"
"Because Angel knows everything." Ari said this in an exasperated way "I tell you guys all the time." he continued. We stayed up like that for another hour until Iggy killed it for the younger kids.
"You runts better get to sleep." he has a smug look when he says this. Probably because of the fact that he feels important being able to boss the kids around
"What if we don't want to." Gazzy retaliates
"I'll give you five bucks each." And they were gone.
"Are you really gonna give them the cash?" 'Cause I really doubt he would.
"No."
"I didn't think so."
"So tomorrow I'm supposed to babysit the kids..."
"Okay, so?"
"So tomorrow I also promised my friend Fa- I mean Nick that I'd go the movies with him and this other girl that asked him out...he plans on making it out as a just friends thing. It's kinda funny, he's scared of being alone with a slut."
"And?" I knew where he was getting at, but I wanted to bug him a little.
"Jeez, Max!Can you maybe watch them for me?" I pretended to ponder the idea, when really I knew I would.
"So your friend- what's his name?'Fa-imeannick?', he got asked out by some hoe bag, and he fears the thought of being alone in the dark with her?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Fine"
"Okay thanks a bunch, Max. Oh and by the way. Nick's coming by to drop of his sister tomorrow."
"Are you saying I have to watch four kids...?"
"I thought I told you this already."
"Well you thought wrong."
"Okay, well...good night." And with that he left me to myself. I was starting to get tired so I sought out to find my room, but in the end all I found was Ari's room.
"Hey Ari?"
"Huh?" He asked not looking up from his book.
"Do you know where my room is?"
"It's right next door. I'll take you."
"Okay, thanks."
"I heard you and Iggy just now. I'm happy you get to babysit us."
"Why? Don't you like Iggy?" I wondered if he was one of those lame babysitters that sat on there ass in front of the T.V. all day. I got the feeling he was...
"Sometimes people just forget about me...Like today mommy was busy, trying to make Angel happy again after uncle Will yelled at her at dinner, she forgot to read me my bed time story." I didn't know what to say to that, I'm not the greatest at reassuring people, so I did the best thing I could do.
"Come on Ari, I'll read you your story." It was sad how happy he seemed to get as I told him that. He handed me his book and snuggled up against his pillows. I half watched him while I read to him. I didn't really know what to expect after I finished the story. He was on the verge of sleep with his eyes half shut and a small smile was formed.
"-The End." I finished. At these words he woke up completely.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Can you stay In here till I fall asleep?" he asks frantically. I consult the thought that this really cute kid just might be a little neglected, and I take note that he's alot like me.
"Sure, kid." I watch as he closes his eyes, and tries to go back to sleep. And in this process I myself start to dose off. I thought I heard a faint:
"Your the best sister ever." And I felt myself smile at the words. And before I knew what was going on, I was asleep.
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