Oh sugar sticks, I fell in love.

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Oh sugar sticks, I fell in love.

Great. Summer is over! No more trips to the lake with everybody, no more staying up all night waiting for the ghost named 'Bob' to come out and do something scary, no more waiting for the Ice-cream man, no more yelling out my window on hot summer nights to hear my voice echo. Summer should last forever!

"Hey, it's not the end of the world. In fact it's not the end of the summer," Fletcher sang happily trying to cheer me up, "we have exactly 12 hours and 47 minutes till the actual end of summer."

I sighed, "Damn it Fletch, school sucks. You know how I get in the mornings!"

He laughed and ruffled my hair, "that's why when I pick you up in the mornings I always bring your chocolate milk."

Okay, okay so that is one thing I missed about not having summer...I got chocolate milk every morning! Ah, chocolate milk and all it's chocolately milky goodness!

"Oh chocolate milk, oh chocolate milk, how lovely are thou' brown-ness!"

"Oh god, no Melly, don't sing!" Fletcher quickly pushed me onto the bed and ran out of the room covering his ears.

"Don't be such a drama queen Fletch!" I yelled and ran after him past his brother Archer who gave me a weird look and into the living room, "Come out, come out where ever you are!"

"I'm right here, if your looking for the man of your dreams." An annoying voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Fletcher's totally hot, but totally not worth my attention, brother.

"No," I snapped, "I was not looking for you asshole."

"Jeeze, okay chill," he said pointing to the pantry and quietly mouthing 'in there'.

Okay so Archer wasn't a jerk all the time. Just most of it. Ever since 5th grade and the little mishap...I started to sneak towards the pantry.

"So does that mean I am the man of your dreams?" He asked smirking, and I shot him an evil look causing him to laugh.

All of the sudden I was tackled to the floor and tickled by Fletcher and Archer.

"Oh god....oh god...stop...please!...I'm gonna pee myself." I screamed in between laughs. I really will pee myself! I did it in the third grade when Fletch and Arch didn't know when to stop! What is there obession with tickling me?!

"Brubbys tats not fware. Mwelia doesn't have no ones on her swide!" Bow, Fletcher and Archer's little sister said coming to my rescue.

"Bow...help!" I screamed pushing their hands off me. Wait? Did Arch just cop a feel? He's so gonna pay, just like he's gonna pay since he gave me the wrong hiding place of Fletch! Asshole!

"I think that's enough, I think she's learnt her lesson. Next time please don't murder our ears, even I heard you with music blaring in my room." Arch said, stopping tickling me and standing up. Asshole. Archer Asshole Smith. Yeah that sounds about right.

I've known the Smith family since 3rd grade and still don't know why their children are named after something to do with archery. It's kinda cute though, I wish my mom had come clever thing like that for Jake and I. But nope we are just stuck with uncool matching names! I mean we are twins we could at least have sort of matching names! Grr.

Which reminds me...I stood up ignoring Fletcher's offered hand, and punched Archer in the shoulder.

"Heyy, what was that for?" He rubbed his shoulder smirking. Asshole, I bet it didn't even hurt him! I should do it again...

"Love birds, no fighting, kay?" Fletch said grabbing my arm while in mid swing. Love birds? No thank you.

"I was just warming up here!"

"Mwelia your so fwunny." Bow said tugging on my shirt to pick her up.

"I'm gonna get you!" I played yelled at her, and her blue eyes widened in 'little kid' fear and took off running, her blonde pigtails bobbing up and down. She looks just like her brothers, she's gonna be a heartbreaker. I bet she even has a boyfriend! Little cutie pie already breaking hearts in pre-school.

I chased after her and picked her up dangling her upside down.

"Now who's turn is it to be tickled!?"