One of the Boys

Chapter 1: Six thousand layers of lip gloss

  There are literally four girls living in our house! They're my cousins by the way, or more like clowns, with the amount of makeup they have? You would be blind if you told me they don't look that bad.

It annoys me to hear their stupid little giggles, their pink stuff littering the house and the way they talk! I mean, come on! And to make it worse? I have two annoying stupid brothers on top of all that.

I was in my room, ready to grab my hair if I heard another word come out of my cousins' squeaky mouths. Their bedroom was next to mine, giving me a migraine at my age. They would laugh and giggle about boys and girly things all night and I couldn't even have a bat of sleep!

I wanted to get out of my room but going out of my room on a Sunday night meant suicide in this family. My parents would be at the kitchen cooking and my brothers would be at the living room trying not to behead each other while playing a video game. The noise would explode my brain in an instant.

Besides, my safe haven was awesome.

My room wasn't that bad, it was a decent sized bedroom with white walls and posters designed plastered above my bed. It was big enough for me, a single soul living in a dark, dark world.

I know, sad.

I have a couple of bean bags on the floor, to which I don't know when were last washed by the way, a twin-sized bed in the middle. My room isn't much.

I have two small drawers, one on each side of my bed. I have a couple of pictures of my family and my friends hanged around my room. I wasn't a sentimental person. I never even thought I would be into photography. I didn't keep the gifts people gave me, but seeing the little photos I had with them kind of made me want to keep shit.

But I wasn't that type of girl.

I sighed and laid flat on my bed, placing my phone down next to my dresser. Relaxing and looking up at the sticker stars I put up with my dad when I was little, actually enjoying the silence for once, until I heard a damn knock on the door.

I cursed towards the person before telling the intruder to come in. And out came my cheeky brother, Angelo. I rolled my eyes and looked at his figure. He just smiled at me mischievously before jumping on the bed flat on his stomach.

"What do you want, Ange?!" I asked, throwing him a pillow. He groaned and threw it back at me, while standing up. "Dinners ready, you elf." He stated before leaving the room with a cheeky grin.

Angelo is a really tall kid, he's also very charming to say the least. Some sisters find it weird to appreciate their big brothers, but I'm close with my barbaric ones, whether I enjoy it or not.

I groaned and got out, running down the stairs, util I tripped on something which caused me to land face first at the bottom of the stairs. I groaned in pain and picked up the object that could've broken my nose.

Pink lip gloss.

I glared at the tiny contraption in my hand before huffing. There's only one person who could put a thousand layers of this thing on her mouth.

Gabie. My cousin. She is the only girl that can put up at least six thousand layers of lip gloss on her lips and find it attractive. Whatever attractive is in her vocabulary.

Who does that anyways?

I sighed and composed myself before taking in a deep breath. I'm about to explode. This is what annoys me about girls. Do they really have to put these? Like does it help? How? I don't know. And I didn't want to know either.

"Gabie!" I yelled, before getting up. She is so dead right now.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED.

so yay! first chapter. hello new reader. hit that vote button now kiddo. :> The other chapters will be longer or even shorter really. Depends on my scale of laziness. Hah. Heh. Hm. Well, I do not know what to put in this A/N of mine, probably not knowing anything at all. I dont how awkward I am right now. Are you even reading this? Well. :)))))