"We can easily forgive a child afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." -Plato
I WOKE UP with a crick in my neck and... drool on the side of my cheek?
I could practically hear Raven Baxter telling me, "Girl, you nasty!"
I (vaguely) looked around the room, and realized everyone else is still sleeping, except for... the twins, who left with their beds unmade (typical). Should I be worried? Maybe not. I glanced at Alissa, who's sleeping like an angel with her neat wavy hair, whilst I must probably look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie. Is it something in her shampoo that holds her hair so perfectly?
Shut up, brain. She's the reason you have a crick in your neck.
I got up from bed, walking outside the room. I have entered the living room, where Aaron and Elliot are sleeping on the sofa bed... spooning like a couple from some overrated romance movie.
There is only one reason why I shouldn't take a picture right now: It would be wrong.
And there are two reasons why I should: I hate Aaron (no, seriously, I considered poisoning his food back at the pizzeria), and Elliot and I are related, so it's all good.
Typing in my password (which, by the way, is just the spacebar. How has no one figured that out?) I opened the camera app and snapped about... thirteen pictures of their spooning position. This is so ship-worthy.
"What are you doing?" I heard a voice behind me, startling me. I whip around to find Alissa-who already changed into a tank top and shorts-standing with a confused expression on her face, as if she had never seen someone take a picture.
Clearly, I'm too tired to keep up with her, so fighting the urge to punch her some time soon might be the only way to go.
I forced a smiled on my face. "Did you see those two? Aaron set some boundaries so Elliot couldn't even touch him, and the next morning they're cuddling."
Alissa didn't seem so convinced, so she strutted out of the room to take a good look. "Pfft, there's no way"-she stopped in her tracks, observing them-"I... did they run away last night and elope?"
"I could send you pictures if you want. Later in the evening, I'll sell T-shirts to tourists at the hotel labelled Aariot."
She giggled silently, so as not to wake them up-which creepily seemed like she was a retarded seal- as she walked toward the bathroom. "Send me the 'pics' while I'm doing my make-up," said Alissa, and that sentence gave me a bit of a 'diva vibe' from her.
It's a miracle, we actually got a long with each other. I can't be dreaming, right? Maybe I should pinch myse-ow! Nope, not dreaming. I never thought I'd say this, but it was kind of nice talking to her like she was... for starters, a human being.
But it dawned on me how I was ignorant enough to just let her waltz into the bathroom without going first myself. She's that one person who goes into the bathroom for about 30 minutes, and all she has done is brush her hair. Knowing her, she would probably take a millennium in-
"I'm done." There... This is getting scary. Is that Alissa or some spirit that has taken over her body?
"That must be some kind of record," I said, and she laughed, leaving the room and opening the door.
"I'm going to go eat breakfast. Don't get too close to Aaron!" she told me to bear in mind. And she's back...
What sounded like a snorting whale interrupted me from shooting a remark, Elliot's own snoring.