Act Like A Family

~Chapter Four~

* Two Weeks Later *

"I can't believe this,"I mumbled, kicking a lone pine cone sitting in the path of the trail that we were occupying.

"I kind of get it," Larry said.

"I don't," Laurent voiced in. I mean, I get it when you want alone time. But, when you've got two twenty six year olds, and a eighteen year old, you give them the keys to the car and send them into town. Not fucking flower picking! They're reason was that the house was "bland" and they thought some wild flowers would lighten up. Like excuse me?

No, you want some pussy, and she wants some dick. If they wanted flowers, my dad would have purchased them from a store. I knew that.

Now, I have to wonder around this bare forest with tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb. They were so close to matching today that I thought maybe they were going to attempt and mix themselves up again on me.

Their skinny jeans that had a bit of moving room were a light grey, Laurent was wearing a T-shirt that was styled black and grey and somewhat resembled a jersey, while Larry was wearing a plain black T-shirt that had three white lines going horizontally across the left side, and both shirts were a little baggy.

A chain that ran from his back pocket to the front was hanging on Laurent's ride side. Both their neck warmers was poking out from the neck of their shirt, and Larry was readjusting the Obey black and white snapback on his head, while Laurent was walking with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, a black beanie on his head.

I'm not kidding when I say they may have a heat stroke dressed up like that.

Anyways, not last week, they both came into my room dressed the same, both smiling like idiots and asking if I knew who was which.

Of course, I could tell.

Laurent's ears being pierced and Larry's not, also Laurent's hair was in skinny braids, not thick twists. But, I wanted to make sure Larry wouldn't play with me like that again, and it ended with me kissing Laurent, and Larry whining like a lil' bitch while he shoved his brother out from my room.

You know what, now that I'm thinking of it, Laurent has really warmed up to me within the last few weeks. He's kind of accepted me and Larry's relationship...whatever it is. Whatever, back to what I'm doing. I shuffled along between the two of them, we all let our feet drag in the browning grass of the trail.

The forest was pretty, believe me. The sun barely broke through the thick leaves of the trees, and the forest was alive all around us.

I just didn't like being forced out of the house was all. I was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, scattered with rips and tears, along with a grey short sleeved shirt, and this thin button up sweater that fluttered behind me that I had stolen from Larry's wardrobe for the day.

I had rolled up my skinny jeans to my ankles, the feeling of the grass tickling the exposed skin was nice. Laurent's steps paused, and he looked up from his phone,

"Okai. This stupid. How far away is town?"He asked. We both stopped, fixing our feet so we were facing him.

"Town like...three miles away. What? Your fat ass is gonna walk?"Larry asked. Laurent rolled his eyes, holding up his phone, "Why walk, when I can call a taxi, stupid?"

"Yeah, I'm not getting found murdered in some Uber car. You guys can go,"I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest, letting my left hip drop.

I seriously would rather stay clear from town, I hated hearing people say, "Oh, hey, you're not from here are you? Let me bother you like you're some alien and point out how our fashion differences."