Blake and Alexis had 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls. Steven Carrington, Fallon Carrington, Nathan Carrington, Daniel Carrington and Spencer Carrington. How does Spencer cope with the normal teenage issues on top of her families crazy antics?
Fallon had kicked Lex and Daniel out of the house so we could do the gender reveal. We were setting it up in the garden. I was currently stood on Nathan's shoulders trying to fix the banners.
"What the fucking hell is going on out here?" Fallon asked.
"Check this banner before I drop this idiot," Nathan said.
"It needs to come up a bit on the right," Fallon said. I lifted the banner up. "There is perfect," Fallon said. I fixed it back down.
"Help her get down," Nathan said to Fallon.
"How the hell am I supposed to help her when she's 6ft in the air?" Fallon asked. I grabbed the chin-up bar attached to the wall from Nathan and Daniel's outdoor gym and swung off hitting my head on the wall before dropping to the floor. "Spence, are you good?" Fallon asked.
"Our brothers threw me around playfighting when I was younger I'm fine," I said standing up. Fallon checked my head.
"Now that the pool has finished draining will you fill it with blue and pink balls," Fallon asked.
"Yes boss," I said as Dylan walked outside.
"I have a massive barbecue and a trunk of raw meat in my car," Dylan said.
"Cupcakes?" Fallon asked.
"Yep," Dylan said. I started emptying the balls into the pool. The staff came out and brought the barbecue out and lit it. Everything started being brought down to the garden. Dylan was helping me fill the pool. Nathan and Jordan were preparing the barbeque and Fallon was making sure everything was perfect.
"Now all of you go get ready," Fallon said. We rushed upstairs.
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I walked downstairs.
"How on earth can you walk in those?" Dylan asked. Fallon turned around.
"Do you have a death wish? Our brothers will kill you for wearing that," Fallon said.
"I know," I said. "But I'm almost 16 so they've gotta suck it up," I said.
"When is your birthday?" Dylan asked.
"November 18th," I said. Fallon flicked me in the head.
"I missed your birthday?" Dylan asked.
"Quit lying," Fallon said. "February 14th but she doesn't like her birthday,"
"I don't dislike my birthday," I said. "I just don't like making a big deal about every birthday," I said.
"Only because dad threw you a happy 5 1/2 birthday party the year Mom left because he felt guilty about constantly working," Fallon said.
"What a great party. A room full of old people that couldn't even bounce on the bouncy castle he rented because they'd pop a hip," I said. Dylan looked concerned.
