It All Started With A Game || Aaron Carpenter and Shawn Mendes au

One : You're next Mendes

Cheyenne Carpenter

"Then I tackled her," Casey finishes. She was telling me about how she got in a fight with Maxine from school. We've hated her since she turned into a bitch in 7th grade. We were best friends before that. Now its just me and Casey. Trust me though. I am not  complaining.

"I don't see why her saying shit about me meant you had to tackle her, but okay," I laugh, unlocking my front door and walking inside. I run up to my room and throw my bags down. I dress into my pajamas, along with Casey before walking to Aaron's room. He's my brother by the way. My twin brother.

"Hey Aaron? Casey and I are studying for the History test Monday. Can you keep it down for an hour or two," I ask when I open his door.

"Yeah sure," he shrugs, not taking his eyes off of the video game he was playing with Shawn, his best friend.

Shawn met Aaron in sixth grade, but they didn't get close until the summer before 8th grade. Casey spent the night with me for the first time the same night that Shawn spent the night with Aaron the first time, so it became a ritual to also have both of them over at the same time so all four could spend time together.

"Hey Chey, nice shirt. I didn't know you liked the Beatles. Maybe you could teach me something about them, and in return I'll teach you something no virgin knows," he winks.

"Dude, thats my sister," Aaron warned. Aaron is an ass, but when it comes to his little sister (by 10 minutes) he isn't playing around.

"So? She's not mine," Shawn laughs.

"Hey Shawn? I wouldn't have sex with you even if it meant I got to meet 5sauce. Let that sink in before you let your ego get any worse," I smile before shutting Aaron's door and walking back to my room.

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"Chey Cheyyy," Casey whines.

"Yeah," I ask, writing down something on a note card.

"We've been studying for years, lets stop."

"Casey, we've been studying for an hour. That is no where near years."

"Well it feels like it," she whines even louder.

"Okay, lets clean up then go get some popcorn, so we have a Glee marathon."

We put away our school things before going downstairs. Aaron and his asshole are sitting at the dining table on their phones. Honestly, I don't see why they need their phones. All they ever do is make pointless vines on them. Aaron said that Shawn sings, but I've never heard. Who wants to? I'm pretty sure he sucks, and nobody wants to hear him anyway.

"Aaron did you eat all the popcorn," I call from the kitchen.

"No, theres some in the cabinet. I hid it from dad," he calls back.

"Good call," I compliment grabbing the popcorn and putting it in the microwave.

"So what pointless vines are you making now," I ask.

"They aren't pointless. They're fun. They even make some of our fans happy," Shawn defends.

"Right okay," I roll my eyes.

"So what pointless books are you reading now," Aaron asks.

"They aren't pointless. They actually teach you some things, and they're actually entertaining. Unlike you guys."

"Whatever Cheyenne. I can't believe I got stuck with a nerd as a sister," he groans.

"I can't believe I got stuck with a player as a brother. I mean seriously, you act like you're such a good guy when you attempt to keep me away from guys that act... Oh yeah, just like you! You don't want somebody to hurt your sister by taking her virginity and leaving? Well thats what you do to every girl you meet, so I don't want to hear it Aaron."

"Cheyenne, calm down," Shawn tries.

"Shawn, shut up. You're the same way. In fact, you're the one that corrupted my brother. You flirt with me like I'm some slut at a club. Hell no. I'm not. And there is nothing wrong with enjoying reading and wanting to get good grades. Alright? I get enough of this shit at school, I don't need it from my own brother and his best friend," I continue my rant, admitting that people bully me.

Just then, the microwave dings letting me know the popcorn is ready. I walk over to the microwave and take out my popcorn, pouring it in a bowl. I grab two root beers from the fridge before dumping guacomole on Aaron's head.

"You're next Mendes," I warn as he starts to laugh at Aaron.

With that, I follow a hysterically laughing Casey up to my room to watch some Glee.