~*~Arlo's POV~*~
I searched around the room, angrily, trying to find my water gun, which HAD been tucked into the toy chest.
HAD.
I wasn't going to tell Ethan, because I wasn't a kiss-up, and I definitely wasn't going to tell Lisa. He would be doing his homework, and Lisa would be doing her make-up, maybe calling her boyfriend, VJ, which we all despise.
Darlene always liked to take things away from me and I never knew why, but honestly I think she's desperate for attention. Why else would she go out and jump from the top of the slides, or jump from the swings in mid-air, or complain because my water gun is out of water? It sort of made sense.
I decided that I needed a nap. Today was Physical Education day, and it wasn't exactly fun to be hit in the face by various objects, as well as doing 25 laps around the entire gym every thirty minutes. But as soon as I was about to drift to sleep...
Laughter emerged from downstairs, as well as squealing and talking...LOUDLY.
"Shh, shh! Don't! Arlo's upstairs, remember?" A hushed voice that belonged to Darlene scolded. Honestly, I didn't care what she was talking about. I was just so tired... (I've been using this a lot, haven't I?)
"It's my water gun, Arlo!" Darlene yelled in my face. "It's MINE, Darlene." I spat. She pressed it against my head. "I'll use this!" She turned me around and there Mom and Dad were, screaming and crying, tied up in a chair. I almost yelped at the sight of it. "W-w-where's Lisa and Ethan?!" I tried to maintain a stern voice. "Oh, Lisa's out to a party. She said we couldn't come, there'd be lots of boys and drinks there. She didn't want to embarrass herself. Ethan, on the other hand, why don't you just come out?" Ethan arrived with an evil smirk. "See, me and my boyfrien-" "BOYFRIEND?!" Mom shrieked. "YES, my boyfriend." The horrific sight of my blood covered siblings having an intense make-out session right in front of us startled me so much that I woke up in a panic. "Arlo, shut up!" Darlene murmured. (YES ARLO YOUR BREATHING IS TOO LOUD YOU NEED A THERAPIST) It took everything I had not to run out of the room screaming. After about five minutes of silence, I spoke up. Well, sort of. "U-u-u-u-u-u-um... I-I-I y-you E-Ethan do l-like?" I saw the outline of a figure sit up. "What?" She asked, tilting her head (From what I could see). "Like you Ethan do?" She groaned. "Just say it already!" Darlene demanded, earlier events flashing in my mind. "D-do yo-you like Ethan?" I finally asked. I could barely make out the expressions of shock, confusion, a tint of worry(?), and annoyance. "Oh yeah, sure Arlo. Like I would like my brother, who by the way is also seven years older than me. Why, do you think I'm like that now just because I took your water gun?" Mostly annoyance. "I was curious." Her eyes widened. "Do you like Lisa?!" She whisper-squealed. I wanted to run out of the room again, but instead of screaming just saying "NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE"
Which is exactly what I did, until I heard footsteps. And then I did it again, going in reverse.
As I slammed the door behind me, I groggily came back to my bed. "Hey, Arlo?" She asked. "Yeah?" I glanced over at her. "Why aren't you mad about me stealing your water gun?" I shrugged. "I don't know..." And I closed my eyes...
My eyes shot open and started darting around the room. "Darlene!"
I turned on the lights, but instead of Darlene being there, it was just a note.
Dearest brother,
SUCK IT
Love, Darlene.