Lars Of The Stars

Prologue 1

Sweetheart

"Ah!"

An ear-splitting shriek fills my ears as I wait patiently for Darla to enter my room. My ears ache with bliss as I start yet another daily routine.

My eyes are closed yet, a faint smile is sketched across my face. No. Darla's scream hadn't woken me up. Nonetheless I had been anticipating on it. Under my comforter I am fully clothed.

Why? Might you ask.

Simple.

Because I wanted to.

"Delilah Marie Spann what the hell!" Darla barges through the door. My smile grows wider, my back is facing her so I know she can't tell. The morning breeze brushing through my scalp, full of naturally curly hair.

The melanin in my skin contrasts the variety of color imprinted in my sheets.

"It's the last day of school and your still pulling these ridiculous pranks!" She thrashes about. The irritation clear in her voice and growing by the second. By now I can tell she's speaking with extra gesticulations. She knows she won't get a reaction from me and THAT infuriates her.

"Woah! Woah! Hey, what's going on here?"

Cue big brother James. The over protective, goofball of the family.

"Delilah! She put Nair in my conditioner! NAIR! If I hadn't smelt it I'd be bald!" She huffs. A quick stomp of her foot is enough to release a chuckle out of me.

"Alright Lily. I know your not asleep." James says knowingly, Darla exaggerating his every word.

With a grunt I'm up and at the doorway where James and a disheveled Darla are standing.

"Now apologize..." He says firmly. I gape at him in response. He nudges my shoulder, urging me to talk.

I sigh. "I'm sorry ..."

"That..." He encourages.

I smirk, reaching a hand to touch her long wavy brown hair. Both my fifteen year old younger sister and twenty-two year old older brother both have the same color, along with light brown eyes. I, on the other hand have been blessed with shoulder length black hair and hazel eyes.

Gazing over my siblings, I notice every feature they acquire. All of us have skin tones of a dark shade of brown. Darla and I have high cheek bones and full lips. While the three of us have sharp jaw lines.

"I'm sorry... That my whole bottle of Nair went to waste!"

"That's right." James laughs, offering me a high five. I take it while we both race to the kitchen with Darla fast at our heels. Man she's fast, but not near the same speed as us.

We make it safely to the kitchen island where my chef of a brother, has previously prepared our food. I round the counter, plate in hand, stuffing my face in eggs.

"You have to come back and get dressed!" She yells angrily from the floor. Yup, she fell on the rug.

I put my plate away and look down at my fully clothed body.

I'm wearing black skinny jeans and ball sneakers. Along with a Under Armour shirt and black leather jacket. Not the best fashion choices. But like I mentioned before, I do what I want.

"Thought of that." I laugh.

Seconds go by as Darla finally makes way to the kitchen. She's still quite agitated. "For once can I wake up peacefully."

The toasty heat radiating from the freshly used stove causes us to yawn in sync.

"Sorry sis, no can do." I say. Shaking my head, feigning a look of apology. Darla let's out a groan. Tilting her head to the side and putting it face down in the counter. She continues to whine, making James snap his fingers.

"You whine like an animal you get treated like one too."

Darla's jaw drops, head still on counter. I burst out laughing, earning a glare from her. But I don't care.

"Why me?" Darla cries. "Why can't I live in a normal household, with nor-"

The sound of a car horn cuts Darla's sentence short.

James looks at me and speaks, a knowing grin etched across his face. "Lars."

At the mention of that name Darla rushes to the front door, arms flailing and all. Forgetting that she looks like a total banshee.

I can imagine Lars cowering away in disgust. His personality is much like mine and yet not even close. Lars is Lars, and will always be.

"Holy Fuck! What is that!" Lars' voice laced with humor.

I take slow strides behind a scrambling Darla and I finally meet the outside. When it comes to Lars, Darla will do anything. And as much as I love my sister, her compulsiveness is pretty pathetic.

I take a few short steps down the patio and meet a smirking Lars. His eyes raking over my 'Emo' like outfit. I peer into his car and see that he's also wearing all black.

Copycat.

"Now THAT'S more like it!" He says complementing me, all the while taunting Darla.

I open the passenger seat of his navy blue Lamborghini, Sasha, as he likes to call it. Lars watches me the whole time. Like every morning, I'm unfazed by his unblinking eyes.

Some would be with Lars' piercing, big green eyes staring right through you.

He's very handsome. About 6'2 and proud. His medium length, black, hair jelled into a pompadour style. And a boyish leather jacket similar to mine. The only difference is that the black actually compliments his fair skin tone.

Wordlessly, he flicks his gaze back to the monstrosity I call a sister. He gives her a stern look. "Put some ice on it."

Darla frisks her body. "Where?" She asks in horror.

"Everywhere." And just like that she's gone.

Lars then pulls out of my driveway. Onto our route to school.

"Sweetheart." Lars says, making me snap my attention to him. Lars had called me this since the first day we met.

"Your sister's crazy." He concludes, his index finger going in a circular motion around his handsome head.

"Tell me something I don't know, babe."