[Chapter three]
-Winnie-
Adonis stares at me with a blank face and Flynn look at me, unsurprised.
"Yeaaaah," Flynn trails off when no one says anything. "Winnie has no filter."
"And you have no dick." I shrug. "Your point?"
He gives me an offended look. "That was unnecessary!"
Adonis lets out a small huff of air through his nose and I snap my head to Flynn.
"Did he just laugh?" I turn to Adonis. "Did you just laugh?"
"Don't get too excited, King." He rolls his eyes. "You're annoying but what you said was kind of funny. And I didn't laugh. I merely let out a breath of air through my nose."
I grin at him. "Nope! I got you to laugh!"
"Winnie!" I look over and see Octavia waiting at the jeep. "Let's go! I'm hungry as shit!"
"You always are!" I call back before turning to the boys. "Bye, Flynn Rider. Bye, Hot Stuff."
I turn around and start walking away.
"She's cute, huh?" I hear Flynn say to Adonis.
"She's annoying." Adonis counters.
"I don't hear you denying that she's cute." I can practically hear Flynn's smirk.
"Don't worry, Adonis!" I call over my shoulder. "You're cute, too!"
I can hear Flynn laughing as I unlock the jeep and my sister and I climb in.
"Shut up, no dick." Adonis scoffs.
"What is this? Bully Flynn day?!" Flynn shouts, throwing his hands in the air.
*~*
"You're so crushing on him." Octavia points out, sipping her vanilla milkshake.
I take a sip of my cookies and cream milkshake, already knowing who she's talking about. "Of course I am. Have you seen him? He's an adonis."
"Well, duh," she starts. "That's literally his name."
I roll my eyes, chuckling before my phone beeps with a text.
I pull it out of my pocket and look at it.
Pebble according to mum
Bring yourself and
twin #1 back home.
We're having guests
over for dinner.
received 4:21
"It's dad." I tell her, quickly finishing my milkshake. "We need to go. There's people coming over for dinner."
"I hate it when people come over." She whines, finishing her milkshake. "I'm antisocial."
"Same." I groan. "And so does dad, so this must be important."
We say bye to the employees before exiting. We come here all the time, so it's safe to say they know us personally by now.
"Can I drive?" Octavia questions as we walk across the car park.
"No." I say without a thought.
"Why not?" She whines with a pout.
"Because last time I let you drive, you almost killed us." I give her a pointed look as we get to the jeep.
"I did not almost kill us." She argues as I unlock the door.
We get in and I look at her with a raised brow. "You crashed into a tree."
"It was an accident!" She defends herself.
"Which is exactly why I'm never letting you drive again." I tell her, turning out of the car park. "Ever."
"Um, home's the other way." She points out.
"I know." I state simply. "I just need to pick something up from the supermarket real quick."
*~*
"Hey, daddio!" I call as I unlock the front door and we walk into the house. "Your favourite little angels are home!"
Dad pops his head out of the kitchen doorway.
"Little angels my arse." He scoffs.
"Hey, you love us." Octavia pokes her tongue out at him.
"I'm forced to." He chuckles, walking over and kissing our foreheads.
"Who's coming over?" I ask him, spinning the keys on my finger.
"A new police officer and his younger brother." Dad tells us. Dad's been a police officer since he was twenty-four, so it's been 16 years now. He got promoted to police chief two years ago after their old police chief retired. "He finished his training a couple months ago and just moved here from New York, so he decided to join the force here. His younger brother's around your age. So no one's allowed to develop any crushes. You're only seventeen."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Weren't you seventeen when you fell in love with mum?"
"That's different." He defends himself.
"It really isn't." Octavia shrugs.
He open and closes his mouth a couple of times before pointing towards the stairs. "Go take showers and get dressed."
Octavia and I laugh as I toss the keys to dad. Octavia makes her way upstairs and I walk into the kitchen, putting what I picked up from the supermarket in the cupboard.
*~*
"MY NECK, MY BACK," I belt out to the music as I dance around the bathroom in only my bra and underwear. "LICK MY P—"
"WINNIE, STOP BEING A DIRTY BITCH AND GIVE ME THE BLOWDRYER!" Octavia's voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door followed by the loud banging of her fist on the wood.
I turn the music off and glare at the door. "You had a shower before me! Why didn't you take it then?"
"I had to choose my outfit!" She yells back. "Now open the door!"
I mumble curses under my breath as I unlock the door and my sister walks in wearing a nice blue off the shoulder top and a flowy white skirt which ends just above her knees.
"You're stupid." I mutter childishly.
"You're stupid." She shoots back as I slip on my black skinny jeans which cut off a couple inches above my ankles.
She plugs in the blowdryer and starts drying her hair as I put on a simple white t-shirt, rolling up the sleeves a couple times before tucking it into my jeans.
Octavia finishes drying her hair and looks at the two of us in the mirror.
"We are the definition of 'same difference'." She points out making me nod in agreement.
"Yup."
She unplugs the dryer and puts it away before we make our way downstairs and into the kitchen where dad is preparing lasagna.
"Need any help?" We ask dad in unison.
"From Winnie? No, I'm alright, thanks." He smiles. "From Octavia? Never."
"Why do you have to bully me all the time?" She throws him an offended look as I laugh loudly.
"Because you can't cook." He states simply, putting the lasagna in the oven.
"Or drive." I add.
"You guys are so mean to me." She complains, pouting as she takes a seat at the island.
I chuckle before walking into the living room and taking a seat on the couch. I turn the T.V on and flip through the channels before settling on a rerun of Friends.
"WE WERE ON A BREAK!" Ross yells at Rachel.
"Huh, now I know where uncle Dylan's ex got his excuse from." I mumble.
Octavia walks into the living room and changes the channel to Gilmore Girls, taking a seat next to me.
"Bro, what the hell?" I glare at her. "I was watching that!"
She shrugs. "Don't care."
"Oh, you don't care?" I laughs dryly. "Would you care if I shoved the remote up your a—"
I'm cut off by the doorbell ringing.
"Someone get the door!" Dad's voice comes from the kitchen.
When Octavia doesn't move, I groan and stand up , rolling my eyes.
"Don't rush to get the door. I've got it. You don't have to worry. Just sit and relax." I drone sarcastically.
"Thanks." She waves me off, her eyes focused on the T.V.
I huff as I roll my eyes, walking to the front door and opening it.
Standing there, is a tall, good looking guy around 23 or 24 with black hair, a slight stubble and dark brown eyes. He looks kind of like...wait.
My eyes trail over to see Adonis staring at me with a look that says 'you've got to be kidding me'.
"Hey, look, it's another Adonis." I grin at them, making the older guy chuckle as I open the door wider. "Hey, you laughed. I like you better than your brother already. Come in. Adonis, stay out there."
"Thank you. Everybody like me better than my brother." He smiles down at me as he and Adonis step inside. "I'm Braeden."
"I'm Winnie." I grin, shaking his hand as Octavia stands up, turning the T.V off as before she walks over shyly. "This is my dumb sister, Octavia. She's three and a half minutes older."
"Best three and a half minutes of my life." She mumbles, making Braeden laugh.
"She stole my face." I ignore her. "Dad's in the kitchen, I'll go get him."
"How did I steal your face when I'm older?" Octavia calls after me, following me to the kitchen.
I shrug. "Logic."
"What kind of logic is that?"
"My logic." I tell her, hearing Braeden laugh again.
"Yeah, your bullshit logic." Octavia rolls her eyes as we walk into the kitchen.
"Your hot, new police officer recruit is here." I tell dad without thinking before my eyes widen.
Dad snaps his head to me. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing!" I rush out as I quickly start making my way out of the kitchen. "Braeden's here! Bye!"
"Winnie!"
"Nice, Winnie." Octavia laughs at me as I walk past her in the kitchen doorway.
I glare at her before making my way back to the living room.
I hear Braeden say something to Adonis. "Dude, is that the girl you were complaining about?"
"Yup." I hear Adonis mumble back.
"Aww, you talk about me?" I tease as I walk over to them. "How adorable."
Adonis rolls his eyes. "Complaining about you and talking about you are two different things."
"They're really not." I grin at him. "My name came out of your mouth. That sounded dirty. Don't care. Either way, you were talking about my amazing self."
Braeden laughs loudly. "Dude, I don't care what you say. I like her."