MEET IRENE...

Chapter One: Life really hates me...

IRENE

I sat next to my boyfriend, Ian Somerhalder. He was hugging me and pressing lingering kisses on my temple while I kept blushing like the idiot I was.

He turned my face towards his and he said those words I have been waiting so long to hear.

"I love you Irene Collins"

My heart fluttered in joy and I couldn't help but allow little tears to fall.

"I'm madly and hopelessly in love with you"

I kept smiling and gazed into his beautiful eyes as they stared down  at me with so much adoration and...love.

"I love you too Ian Somerhalder...more than you can ever imagine", I replied in a whisper.

He smiled and leaned forward with his eyes concentrated on my lips.

I did the same and in a matter of seconds, our lips would touch.

I closed my eyes as I waited for those heavenly twins to touch my own...lips by the way.

Then I felt a hit on my head.

"Ow!", I groaned.

"Wake up", Ian said.

"What?"

He smacked my head again.

"Ow! What the nut Ian?", I said getting annoyed.

"Wake up, you're gonna be late for school", he said seriously.

What the?!

"Wake up sleepy head".

"Stop Ian, I don't wanna go to school...I wanna spend time with you", I said with a smile.

After some seconds, I heard the worst thing ever.

"Let it go! Let it gooo!"

Ugh!

I immediately sat up and looked at the three idiots who woke me up from the best dream I have ever had!

"Finally", my elder brother Evan said.

"I knew my wonderful voice would get through to her", my other brother, Jeremy said.

Yeah right.

"You guys are the worst!", I yelled throwing my pillow at my twin brother Ivan.

"Hey, what did I do?", he said raising his hands up.

"Nothing! You guys ruined everything! I was about to kiss Ian Somerhalder but a certain someone kept hitting my head with a freaking pillow!", I yelled in frustration.

I glanced at all of them and they were laughing while holding their stomachs.

"Iree...no offence but what?", Ivan said still laughing.

I rolled my eyes and went into my bathroom leaving half-dead idiots I call my brothers laughing.

Half-dead? I meant dead...fully dead.

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I was fully dressed and brushed my brown hair tinted with a purple streak on my left shoulder.

"Evan! Jeremy! Ivan! Irene! Come down for breakfast!", my dad yelled.

Yep, you heard it right...my dad.

Where is my mom? She's at work actually.

See, my mom put too much sugar in dad's coffee and he joked about it for a very long time, but my mom will always be her.

She took offence and offered a deal that they'd switch roles for a week. To be honest, my brothers and I didn't believe they'd do it but hey, when you've got weirdos for parents what do you expect.

Today was the second day and dad was not finding it easy.

I rushed to the dining and waited for my breakfast while my brothers were flying down like their breakfasts would grow legs and run...well that's what I wish happened to my food as I stared at it.

"Uh dad?"

"Yeah?", he said looking tired already.

"I came here for breakfast, not some burnt remains dad. Very funny joke but where is my real breakfast?", I said hoping this black slop on a plate was not my food.

"Honey, that is your breakfast. It's my special pancake", he said with a proud smile.

Yeah, and I bet it's the 'fully-burnt flavour' my dad invented.

"And I'm outta here", Evan said turning to go upstairs after glancing at my plate.

"Nuh-uh brother, I'm not going down this road alone", I said staring him down.

Yesterday dad cooked us the worst omelette ever and he got off the hook by using the 'first trial' excuse.

"Sorry sis, I uh...I got to do my college project", he said running upstairs after grinning innocently at my dad.

"I uh... I've gotta pee", Jeremy said running upstairs.

"And I've got to not eat that", Ivan said running out the house.

Dad glanced at me with a small ray of hope...and of course I had to consider his feelings.

Why was I the only one blessed with 'consideration-of-feelings'???

"I'll eat it dad", I said smiling up at him.

"Thanks kiddo, I gotta go take care of the kitchen now", he said ruffling my hair and going to take the fire extinguisher. "I'll need this".

Mom please come back and save us from this food disasters.

I forced myself to take a bite of the black thing called food.

I swallowed my saliva because it was the only unharmful substance that I could reach at that moment.

Here goes nothing.

I quickly bit out of the "food" and as soon as it hit my taste buds, I spat everything out.

"I can't I can't I canNOT do this", I said and quickly grabbed the slop and ran out after yelling a 'thanks dad, what a delicious meal'.

I stepped out of the house and threw the black thing away after seeing Ivan laughing like my nose pooped on my lips.

"Y-y-you sh-shoulda seen y-your face!", he said pointing at me while laughing.

" Oh shut up", I said rolling my eyes as we finally got a bus to go to school.

Life really hates me...

Hope you're enjoying my new story. Pls READ, vote and comment...kisses.

;) Elle.