Welcome to the Land of the Crazy

Chapter Four - I can kick your ass if I feel like it

I got bored, and wrote in the whole Simmons's family point of view, because I'm cool like that. And also because it's essential for the story to move on. However, I'm not sure if I want their point of view butting in the whole time, so I might edit it out unless you all tell me to keep it. It might be interesting looking in their minds for a few pages! This is a super duper chapter, and I think I'll do one of these every once in a while, where I bring in all the characters. I think it allows people to get to know them better, and for the reader to feel more incorporated. Well, that's what I think.

Cal's Point of View:

I set Noah down onto the kitchen counter and flicked the kettle on. Hell, I'm not stupid; I know Noah's a girl. Her features are too girly, and I've seen how Tony reacts to her, like she actually is a nine year old girl. I knew Mam wanted a daughter, but did she want one so bad that she'd make a girl pretend to be a boy? If I knew that she wanted a girl that much, I wouldn't have a problem with getting one! It's just that you can't let a girl join in the family business.

We learnt our lesson with Eliza.

Mam still blamed me for Eliza getting kidnapped, we went to the beach, and when I looked around, and my older cousin had vanished.

Days later, her dead body was found, and a threat for our family was etched on her stomach.

I was sixteen, and she was eighteen.

Just a year ago.

I watched Noah swing her legs from her perch on the counter, and smiled, I had a sister. I had a little sister. I scooped some cocoa in a mug and added a dash of vanilla, before pouring in the hot water. Noah's eyes followed my movements, and I noticed how feminine her features were. A button nose, thick eyelashes and full lips, I didn't know if her hair colour was natural or not, and these wide blue eyes.

If she was fifteen and not my sister, I would marry the girl.

Fuck, I couldn't have a thing for my sister.

No matter how beautiful she was.

Mam trudged into the kitchen, and raised her eyebrows at me as I handed Noah her cocoa. Noah smiled widely at mam, and mam flattened Noah's hair, which was all tufty on one side. Noah sipped her cocoa, licking her lips, and nodding in approval at me, "Thanks, Snickers." She quipped, blowing on her drink gently. "Alright, Noah, now head back up, okay? I'll be up in a while." She nodded warily, and skipped out, trying not to jostle her drink.

I turned to mam, and cocked my head to the side as I watched her refill her wine glass. I decided to just bite the bullet, "Mam, I know Noah's a girl."

She sharply took in a breath, and quickly went to dent it, but I stopped her. "I don't mind, really. You could have just said that you wanted a girl. We'll just keep the fact she's a girl quiet though, the name is a good one, I assumed she was a boy first, being called Noah and the short hair is a good thing. I've actually always wanted a sister." I beamed at mam towards the end of my sentence, and she looked at me, surprised.

"Don't tell her you know. She'll think that she's failed her mission to pretend to be a boy. I personally think she's a tomboy figure anyways. Don't tell your father though; he's still tender over Eliza." Mam bubbled over, eager to explain herself.

"Snickers, you could of just said you knew I was a girl, you douche." A high-pitched voice entered the conversation, and I saw Noah standing in the doorway, hands on her imaginary hips. I turned to Noah, "Don't call me a douche or I'll sit on you. And you shouldn't listen in, it's rude." She stuck her tongue out agitatedly, and did a dance to vent her anger. I sniggered at her wacky jig, and she flushed before she muttered an insult, "Douche."