New Beginnings

VICTORIA POV

The picture above is what Victoria would look like. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors!)

I wake up to the sound of loud music vibrating from across the hall. I roll my eyes, getting up to give my twin brother, Wesley, a piece of my mind. I walk down the hall a couple steps and peek into his room. Wesley is really into whatever song is playing, bobbing his head and playing the air guitar. I bite my lip to try and contain my laughter. I finally move to lean against the doorframe, making my presence known, but he doesn't pay any attention and continues to "rock out." Soon I can't take it any longer and burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Wesley turns around, like a deer caught in the headlights, and pauses his music.

"Oh...um...hey sis...I didn't know you were up yet." He says embarrassed.

"I wouldn't have been if your music wasn't obnoxiously loud," I say with my eyebrow raised.

" Just pretend you didn't see any of that please." He says still embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my dear beloved twin, I really don't think I can do that." I say as a mischievous smile spreads across my face.

"Victoria!" He yells, beginning to chase after me.

I slide down the stair railing and start running around my kitchen, Wesley following closely at my heels. Soon, I find myself trapped and try to find an exit, but it's too late. Wesley launches his hands out and starts to tickle me. Dang it...stupid twin knowing my stupid weakness, I think to myself as I try to catch my breath while he continues to tickle me. Finally the voice of my mother saves me.

"Wesley, stop tickling your sister, you both need to get ready for school."

He stops and we both crack jokes and talk on our way up the stairs, as if he hadn't almost killed me by tickling me.

I go upstairs and get dressed. Once I'm done, I pull on my favorite navy blue beanie, grab my board, and head downstairs to see if Wesley is ready.

Wesley is standing with his back to me, buttering some toast, so I run up and jump on his back, catching him off guard. Don't worry about Wesley though, he's used to it because I do this all the time.

"Vic!" He jumps back in surprise, and I smile and take half of his toast.

"Hey! What if that half wasn't for you this time?" He says in protest. I raise my eyebrow and he sighs. "Okay so it was for you, as always, but that doesn't mean anything." He says turning his head to look at me on his back.

I laugh and pinch one of his cheeks. "Of course it does Wessy."

"Wessy" was one of the names I used to call Wes when we were younger, but I still use it today. Oh well.

"If you kids are going to ride your skateboards to school, you should leave now so you won't be late!" My mother calls from upstairs.

"Okay!" we both call back together. We grab our boards and head outside, and I look to my right to see if Monica is out yet. She is and I groan. Only seconds later we both hear:

"Wes! Wes! Wes! It's so good to see you! You're looking so handsome today! I hope you have some classes with me this year!"

Wes looks uncomfortable with the attention from the girl that is completely in love with him. Monica is what we call "Wes's Stalker." She thinks he's gorgeous and try's to get his attention, but she does it in creepy and weird ways. Back in eighth grade, she had photoshopped their faces on different pictures and stuffed them, along with herself, into his locker, only to fall out later and scare Wes half to death. Since she's our neighbor, it's even worse. She sometimes just randomly shows up at our house and asks to see him. He obviously makes up a number of excuses as to why he can't.

"Do you want to walk with me to school Wes?" She asked.

You see, Wes is kind of a pushover when it comes to girls. He doesn't want to hurt their feelings, he just wants to everyone to be happy. Because of this Wes gets into awkward or bad situations. He looks at me, pleading to tell her no.

"Sorry Monica, my brother and I are riding our skateboards today and we have to leave early so we can....um...sign up for sports? Yeah. That's what we're going to do. Sign up for sports. Right Wes?"

Wes only nods not trusting himself to speak.

"Fine whatever Victoria," she says putting stress on my name, as if it's some kind of disease.

We quickly hop on our boards and ride away, hoping to get away from Monica.
Once we are about a block or two away, Wes lets out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks for covering for me. We weren't going to sign up for sports this week but I guess we can today." He says smiling.

I laugh a little and push him playfully, "You're such a dork." I say as we continue talking and our journey to school.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the Victoria and Wes! -E ❤️