𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 (𝘣.𝘣)

Monster

Tossing and turning all night from the excitement of a new job kept me up. But what the real catch was what woke me up.

Steve, my darling older brother thought it would be cute to wake me up like he did on my first day at the fast-food joint down the block. It eventually burned down from some gas leak.

With two pans.

As he banged them, the ringing in my ears grew tremendously with my rage. I woke up immedialty from the creaky, metal bedframe and chased his oddly better ass down the stairs. Once I finish ruining his life, I have to ask for his glute workouts.

"Collette Bentley Rogers!" My mother shouts from the kitchen. She had been finishing up breakfast while I chased Steve onto the living floor. There I kicked his knee in, making him fall to the ground and then I take my chance and straddle him. Right before I was about to take my first jab at his chest, she interrupted.

"He woke me up with pans again Mom!" I exclaim. She gives me her mom look and I knew that was my que to shut the hell up. I get off Steve and surrender my hands. As Mom turns around, I kick Steve in the ribs, leaving him to grunt and roll into a ball. Mom turned back around and pointer her spatula at me before complaining in Spanish.

Mom learned Spanish from Dad. Dad was first generation American but his parents came from Spain. That's why I didn't inherit Mom's gorgeous Strawberry blonde hair, or her gorgeous hazel eyes that paired so well with such pink cheeks. But I got Dad's black hair, brown eyes, and high cheekbones. Nana and I look a lot alike. But Grandma Nellie, from what Mom's told me about her mother, I act more alike.

When Mom and Dad met, it was love at first sight apparently. Mom was getting a new tire for her current boyfriends car, Dad was working behind the cash register. Mom said a month later after her breakup with Don, she found a small piece of duck tape on her front left tire with a number written on it. She called the number out of curiosity and Dad of course picked up. Since then is history.

Dad dropped the job a bunch of pay checks later, went to community college for business classes, got a small home on the boot Austin, Texas and raised a happy, healthy family.

They had the perfect picket fence life.

"Collette, door. Your ride is here." Mom repeats from what must've been the 3rd time based off her tone. I snap back into reality and bolt to the door, turn to the mirror and fix my bed head at the best of it's ability and open the door to Natalia.

"Nat!"

"Collette!" We shout at the same time.

She tacked me down to the staircase right behind the door. We squealed and squeezed before laughing on the 4th step down. Natalia had been in Ireland for a missionary trip at our church. She worked with kids since they are just drawn to her.

"How was Ireland?" I ask while picking ourselves back up.

"It was ah-may-zing!" If we hadn't already gotten a free honeymoon I would've begged your brother to book Ireland. Speaking of your brother...." She turns around, jumpy at the hands that creeped up behind her waist. The warmth seemed familiar to her and she turned immediately into the chest I was seconds from obliterating not minutes ago.

A couple knocks fall onto the open front door. "Hope I'm not intruding on anything." Bucky adds. Nat doesn't bother leaving her fiancé's grasp but Steve does give him a simple nod.

"Okay Cringe 1 and Cringe 2. You blocking the front door. Go to the living room." I demand the couple. Steve glares at me and I glare back as my future sister-in-law giggles at our sibling shenanigans as they clear the entry way.