Beautiful Crazy

Part 1: Did you seriously just insult my dancing?

After a painfully long car ride with the idiots that I am forced to call my brothers, we finally exit off the highway and start to enter a little town with a lot of pep.

Thank God, Clayton's singing was killing my ears.

Maybe moving isn't going to be so bad, right? Change is good, but I'm really going too miss my grandparents and my sweet home town.

I snap out of my day dream when a shoe was chunked at my face. I look up and find my my younger brother Clayton, laughing.  He's only older by one year though.

"Clayton did you really have to throw your shoe at my face?"

Clayton Smith, seventeen years of age. 6"6, blonde hair ,blue eyes and could probably out run any receiver that you put in front of him.

He ran track for many years, that's why he's an amazing receiver. He also inherited my fathers football abilities.  Dad was playing football ever since he could walk. He played all throughout high school, got a full ride to Auburn University, then went on to the NFL.

The Smith Football family all started with my Grandpa, he was a DB for Auburn as well.

"Why yes Lizzy I did have to throw a shoe at your annoying face because you are drooling on my seats and it's disgusting. Also we are at the new house so get out."

After falling for his stupid joke and realizing there's no drool on my face. I hopped out of his truck and took in the scene in front of me.

The house was a lot like our one back home. Two story with a wrap around porch with a lot of yardage and woods around it.

"HEY LIZZY STOP DAYDREAMING AND GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME WITH YOUR SHIT." Clayton yells at me from across the yard.

"CLAYTON JOSEPH SMITH YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE RIGHT NOW MR." Mom says with a threat in her sweet voice.

"Yes ma'am." Clayton says with a scared look in his eyes. You see, you don't mess with a southern mama because they are very intimidating, just saying. After witnessing my two fifteen year old twin brothers, Alex and Seth, literally rolling on their backs of laughter mocking Clayton. I grabbed my three suitcases from my overly cocky brother, and went to find my father who has already disappeared somewhere inside the house.

Since we already knew ahead of time where we were moving my parents, went ahead and sent all of our furniture to be furnished and placed so we wouldn't have to sleep in a hotel because lord knows how that would work out. Considering my brothers are very rude and don't like sharing their personal space ,and they tend to break a lot of things.

"Dad"?  I ask while wondering around the house.

"I'm in the living room honey!" He yells from somewhere unknown, considering I've never set foot in this house.

After I wonder around I walk into the living where I find my father kicked up on the recliner already watching Sunday NFL football.

My dad retired from the NFL only 6 years ago considering he was getting old, but to my dad he still thinks he's nineteen just starting college football.

"Dad you know mamas about to come in here having a heart attack when she finds you all kicked up watching Sunday football." I say while sitting down beside him.