CHAPTER 4
A loud slam on the door had awakened me.
"QUINCY! YOU'RE MOVING TO AN ALL-BOYS' SCHOOL!?"
My eyes fluttered open in a millisecond and I looked towards the door sleepily.
"Huh..?"
They all suddenly came rushing towards me.
"Quincy! An all-boys school! What were you thinking!? IT'S A BOARDING SCHOOL TOO!" Irvick came towards the bed and scolded me.
"Well! It was sudden.. Plus, it was.. Derping Sports Academy!" I explained tiredly.
"Derping Sports.. Wha-? What kind of school is called that?" he asked in a bit of amusement, but he had his hands on his waist a moment later.
"Still! You're a woman, Quincy!" he frowned.
My other cousins were just by the door, looking at me.
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, what's done was done. Now, who told you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.
He turned back towards the rest, and then, they shuffled away, revealing Ethan who was sucking on a lollipop. I gave him a smug look.
"Seriously?" I asked, not amused.
"Sorry! I was just- just-" Ethan tried to explain.
I rubbed my temples.
"Where is mom?" I asked as I got up from the bed, unhappy.
"She's downstairs. Oh! She bought you some cookies too!"
I flipped him off, but immediately regretted it as Eleanor and Jenny had seen it.
My sweet Eleanor flipped my stupid ass of a brother off as well. I suddenly felt very proud.
"Aw! My lovely Eleanor wants to follow the footsteps of her big cousin, Quincy! I'M SO PROUD!" you may think I was being sarcastic, totally, but believe me, I was serious.
Jenny sweat-dropped.
"You're not supposed to teach Eleanor bad stuff.."
I probably glided my way like a ballerina down the stairs to DOWNstairs and saw Mom. She was carrying like probably tons of bags.
I narrowed my eyes at mom.
"Mommy," I sneered, "where are my cookies?"
She flinched and turn to look at me slowly.
"They're.. In the kitchen. Coke's in the fridge," she smiled.
"Thank you," I stretched, "mooommy."
I instantly squealed when I saw the box of cookies.
"YAY!"
I immediately attacked the tempting(and sexy) looking box and stuffed the first cookie that I had my hands on to my mouth.
"Oh my God, she's like a wolf," I could hear someone whisper by the kitchen entrance.
"Oh my God she is so scary," the voice said once more.
I went towards the fridge and found some coke, But guess what? I FOUND RASPBERRY JAM!
I loved raspberries. Especially Raspberry jam. Hmm, I'll spread it into some of my cookies. I'm sure they'd taste FABULOUS!
I dipped my cookies into the raspberry carefully, so that it won't leave any crumbs. Ohohoho.. I'm soo sneaky.
I ravished the cookies with raspberry and dipped more of the cookies there.
I suddenly heard a "Hey Quincy!"
I turned around to glare at the disturbance. WHO DARED TO DISTURB ME IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FEAST!?
Ethan looked at me, horrified.
"OH MY GOD.. IS THAT BLOOD!?" he pointed at me accusingly.
I narrowed my eyes at him and clutched the box of cookies and Raspberry jam to my chest and sneered at him.
He paled and then muttered, "My sister is a vampire.."
"No, you idiot. It's Raspberry jam," I said and ignored him, dipping more cookies into the jam and savoured the taste.
It tasted.. Cookie-ish and crunchy and.. Raspberry-ish. It tasted what it sounded like what it tasted like, alright?
He suddenly came closer to me and leaned on the counter.
"Can I have a cookie?"
I glared at him.
"NO. Go get your own cookie," I hissed.
He pouted unattractively.
"Remember the last time I bought you cookies and coke? I SPENT MY WHOLE ALLOWANCE!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. I'll give you half a cookie," I said and took out a cookie and broke it into two.
He took one of the pieces and asked, "Can I dip it into the raspberry jam?"
I raised a brow and reluctantly let him dip his cookie into the raspberry jam.
"Oh my God. This tastes good!" he moaned with pleasure. [A/N: I don't really know why I wrote that? O.O"]
"I know right? Now go. I don't want to share with you."
He pouted once more and left the kitchen.
"MOOOM! THERE'S A RAT IN THE KITCHEN!" I heard Ethan scream.
I quickly panicked. That son of a.. A.. A GORGEOUS WOMAN!
I quickly put back the jam in the fridge and grabbed the coke bottle and cleaned up the mess I made.
"What!? A RAT!?"
"Yeah! A ginormous one!"
"OKAY! WAIT FOR ME, DARLING! I'M GOING TO GET A GUN!"
What the fuck!? A GUN!? MOM HAS A GUN!? Oh my God, I'm going to kill that stupid twin brother of mine.
I quickly ran away from the kitchen and headed towards my- I mean, Ethan's and my room.
I could hear my mother loading her gun with bullets and then screaming, "WHERE THE HELL IS THE DAMN RAT!?"
I sighed and went downstairs. I saw my cousins and my Granny were looking scared and were like, at least 20 feet away from my mom.
"THE RAT'S IN THE KITCHEN, MOM! HURRY-"
"MOM! It's just me! There's no rat or anything! Ethan's lying!" I scoffed.
She raised a brow and put down her gun.
"Oh."
Then, she suddenly looked horrified.
"Oh my God, Quincy.. Is that blood!?" she screeched.
"What! Mom- No!"
"OH MY GOD MY DAUGHTER IS A.. VAMPIRE!" she sounded horrified.
I slapped my forehead and another cookie from the box. It disappeared the moment it reached my lips.
"No, mom. It's raspberry jam! Why do my family members think I'm a vampire!?" I scrunched up my nose.
"I don't know! You scared me a little there!" she smiled and threw the gun away, and hit Ethan in the head.
"OW! Mommy!"
"Ooooh, Quincy! Guess what-"
"-I don't want to."
"-I BOUGHT YOU NEW-"
"-Clothes?"
"-BOXERS!"
Everything suddenly became eerie silent and then, I suddenly heard a snicker.
"Shut up, Darren," I said and slapped my forehead and moved closer to mom.
"Mom.. Let's discuss this in the room, kay?"
"Which room?"
"Mine and Ethan's room." or let's just call it, the twins' room.
I dragged Ethan who had a throbbing bulge in his head and followed mom as we went upstairs.
"Alright. These are sooo cute! I bought these for you too, Ethan!" Our mother said as she took out pairs of boxers out of the shopping bags.
I sweat-dropped as my hands grasped a boxer with monkey patterns on them.
"Now, I both know you hate sharing underwear," me and Ethan winced, "so, I bought two of each pair! Just like twins! Now you both have matching underwear!"
I cringed. Oh my God this is embarrassing.
"M-Mom.."
Then, she took out awesome shirts and stuff, that's when our eyes widened at the magical glow.
"Oooooooh."
"Now, most of these clothes are limited edition, and some are branded, too. Oh! I bought the uniforms for you both, too! They're veeeery flashy! Ah, and, I bought you new pairs of shoes, too! Ethan specially chose them!"
Ethan wiggled his brows at me. I took out the shoes from their boxes to examine them and found that the shoes were blue and purple.. And ADIDAS!
I smiled at Ethan and gave him my box of cookies. Don't worry, folks, there were probably only about 3 or 4 cookies left.
"Thanks, Bro," I said and put on my new shoes.
"No prob. I knew you loved Blue," he grinned.
I quickly put on the shoes and the happy beam I had on my face shined brighter than the moon.
Yeah, the moon. Cause, if I said 'sun' then that would be impossible because practically, the sun is kajillion zillion watchamacallemblablablajillion brighter and hotter than I am. Literally.
Mom then took out like, this really really long cloth thingy.
"What's that?"
"Bandages."
"Bandages?"
"No, they're elephant dung made into fabric," Ethan said sarcastically.
l turned to glare at him.
"Don't talk to me," I said sassily.
"Don't talk to me," he mimicked me in a high-pitched voice mockingly.
Pissed, I cursed under my breath in order for my mother not to hear.
"Alright, all you have to do, is wrap these bandages around your buns, but not too tightly! Just enough so that you can still breath!" mom smiled widely.
"Uhuh."
"You make it sound like I'm going to suffocate if I wear those," I muttered smugly.
My mom frowned.
"That's not what I meant, darling. Should we try it on?" she asked, smiling.
I nodded, took out my awesome new Purple adidas shoes and shot them, aiming for the box that contained them.
I hissed a victorious 'Yesssss!' as the shoes entered the box with ease and Ethan pouted.
I followed mom to the nearest toilet outside the room. I don't want Ethan to humiliate me after I strip. He saw me naked once today and practically molested me and destroyed my pride by grabbing my buns and calling them a cup A++ in public.
Once we entered one of the bathrooms, I stripped down to my bra and removed them. I'm not really feeling all shy towards my mom. I mean, she raised me!
She smiled at me and started to wrap these so called bandages around my body. They surprisingly felt comfortable, unlike what I expected them to feel. I thought it would feel rough, irritating and a pain in the torso and abdomen or something. They were soft and nice and white.
"This actually feels very comfortable," I stated.
My mother smiled once more and then proceeded to wrap the bandages in my body.
After that, she made me put on my clothes and voila! MY BUNS HAVE DISAPPEARED! MAGIC!
"You look like your brother," she said and ruffled my now short dirty blonde hair.
"Except that I have glasses and I'm shorter than him," I scrunched up my nose.
"I think you should wear contacts," she suggested, putting a hand to her hip.
"No."
"Why?"
"They're itchy."
"You'll get used to them."
I shrugged my shoulders and took off my glasses. I couldn't definitely say I was ugly, because many people have already told me I was cute.. Or something. But it was Ethan they fawned over.
"See? You're beautiful. Don't wear the glasses. They look so extra," my mother said and took a picture of us, which surprised me.
"Put your glasses back on and come see this picture!"
I obeyed her. I moved over to her side and took a glimpse of the picture.
"Whoa," I stated in a monotone voice, "I look fabulous."
"Now now, darling. No need to be so sarcastic!"
"Mom. Seriously. I look pretty normal."
"You look like your brother."
"Uhuh. The one with a 'too-big to be man-boobs' man-boobs version," I rolled my eyes.
"Well, you look beautiful in your own way," she smiled.
"Right, thanks mom," I smiled slightly, "Ethan's a guy. I look like a guy, too. But.. I'm too.. Weird-looking to be a guy."
"Correction! Too CUTE to be a guy," she grinned.
I rolled my eyes and left the bathroom, hands in my pockets.
'Cute my ass,' I thought, sneering.
I had come to a small mirror and saw my reflection. My eyes softened. I wasn't all that bad looking.. It was just.. Just..
I felt myself reminiscing about what happened in the past. Why.. We were so afraid of scissors.
I quickly shrugged off the memory and turned towards the stairs, running up towards mine and Ethan's room.
I huffed and bit on my lip. I opened the door and saw Ethan half-naked in his pajamas.
I raised a brow.
"Why the fuck are you in pajamas.. At 6?"
He pouted and faced me, pointed a finger and started to poke my chest. No, not my boob, my chest.
"Whyyy? Something wrong? I just decided I should sleep early... From today onwards."
I raised a brow and noticed that his nose was flaring.
I pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You're lying. Seriously, what is it?"
He pouted once more.
"I'm.. I'm.. I'm.. ADDICTED TO SLEEP!" he yelled.
I raised a brow.
I sighed.
"That made sense. Go to sleep then."
It was his turn to raise a brow now.
"What's wrong with you? You're... More monotone than usual," he stated, poking me in the cheek. I turned away.
"Yeah, well.. Don't ask. It's personal," I bit on my lip.
He pouted and then whined childishly.
"You're supposed to tell me EVERYTHING! YOU'RE MY BFF!" he poked my cheek again.
I glared at him.
"Who said I was your 'BFF'?" I snorted as I said this.
He poked on my cheek again.
"Whaaaat? But.. But.."
He sniffed and poked.
My eye twitched. Getting poked was starting to get irritating.
I turned to glare at him.
"I have no best friend," I said menacingly.
He smiled widely and hugged me.
"NOW YOU DO!" he poked on my cheek.
I ignored him and walked towards my bed, with him still clinging to me.
"Wow, you're strong," he said childishly and poked my face again.
I rolled my eyes and tried to pry him off me. He did not budge, unfortunately.
"Get off me," I muttered and shoved his face away. He grinned and clung onto me harder, his legs on my waist and his arms over my neck.
I started to get annoyed.
"Get the fuck off, or I'll punch you in the throat," I said smugly.
He poked my cheek once again.
I sighed, now annoyed to the max.
Poke.
Poke.
Not gonna mind, not gonna mind, not gonna mi-
Poke.
Poke.
Twitch.
Poke.
Poke.
Twitch.
Twitch.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Pok-
"ARGH! THAT'S ENOUGH!" I screamed as I literally threw him on the bed. Fuck that shit.
He whined and stared at me like a kicked puppy. He suddenly cried loudly.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" I threw a pillow at his face.
I glared the 'Most scariest ever Adams glare ever in the family's whole history' glare and muttered dangerously.
"If.. You don't stop annoying me like a bitch.." A light shone through my eyes dramatically, "I will massacre you."
He shut his mouth and crawled towards the edge of the bed, whimpering.
I sighed.
"I'm tired. I want to.. " I felt my body statting to feel heavy and I felt sick. I saw black dots appear from my vision and I choked, my throat suddenly feeling dry.
After that, all I could remember was falling to the ground, and heard Ethan scream my name.
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