geek | armin arlert

runs in the family

"so, we just gonna disregard mr. loverboy?"

colt normally was extremely annoying, but this afternoon he was testing your patience unlike ever before. originally joining cheer was just to be grouped in with the popular kids, but not being home to interact with your two underdeveloped younger brothers was an added bonus.

at least falco didn't talk much, the most annoying thing hes done was force you to watch all seasons of paw patrol with him in one seating. he was undeniably the favorite sibling by a long shot. in fact when you really thought about it, there was no competition, colt was like the adopted family dog. all he did was shit, eat, and sleep.

you sigh, knowing no force alone could manage enough might to keep him away, besides maybe violence but that wasn't on option now, "he's not my boyfriend."

"really? the handholding said differently." he sang, deviously, menacingly.

of course he caught that, if it came to the chance of ruining your life he could spot that shit from a mile away. he could probably hear it, it probably sent him a signal. that's how devious of a person colt was.

the boy followed all the way into your own personal room, to which he received a face full of door before he could enter suit. this, however, had no effect on him. he simply reopened the door as if he owned the place and barged in like a nosy freak, as per the usual.

your parents both opted for door knobs without locks because what teenager doesn't love invasion of privacy? they expected this to help create a loving and bonding family.

did this work? no. but it did end up giving colt a kick to the balls when he walked in on you changing once. the boy luckily hadn't seen anything, though the chance to bring pain upon him unsolicited was not gonna be brushed off. it was welcomed in fact.

most of the time everybody stayed in their designated rooms, thankfully, besides dinner time or weekends shenanigans. that didn't concern you much considering you were usually never home, unlike the other two who's social lives revolved around fortnite. on the occasional few times you were around, the only form of bonding shared was rewatching paw patrol with falco or colts weird checkup.

check-ups meant he'd walk in completely unannounced and without permission, say not a single word, flex nonexistent muscles in your sparkly pink mirror, then call you 'ugly' or 'stupid' before waltzing back out. there was no in-between.

there weren't many conversations between you and him throughout the day, unlike now, which was a prime example of why that was the case, "you know sis, i always cover for you. but come to think of it, when have you ever done me a favor?"

being snitched on? this was a new low, even for him. he must've really been feigning for something.

if the drunken nights of relentless partying and group
smoke sessions got brought to light, the parental unit would totally flip. miss grice was one scary woman, the apple didn't fall far from the tree after all. she'd totally take away any source of communication, take a day off of work to personally lecture on and on, then purchase a lock exclusively for your door in particular despite her own family belief of having no locks on the doors.

because parties were coed, meaning boys, and to jot everyone's mind down again, boys automatically meant pregnant.

"what do you want?" your tone was as sharp as a sword, nearly poking colt metaphorically, wishing to cut through the bullshit.

"an invite to historias halloween party next week."
"absolutely not, and how'd you even know there was a party this year?"
"i didn't, now i do though."

the kid was smart, you'll give him that, even if he was a total nuisance. several years of terrorizing your siblings must've been enough to make you some sort of manipulative insult master.

some of his name-calling was a work of art, worth jotting down (you'd never let him know this), but other times it was just a scramble of words in desperate hopes he'd get a reaction.

"anyways, tell me about your boyfriend."
"like i said, not my boyfriend!"

you'd began shoving anything necessary for tonight's look in a tote bag, making sure not to forget the eyeshadow palette historia wanted. instead of pregaming with alcohol, the girls would pregame with stylish outfits and different lipstick combos. frankly sometimes the get ready sesh was more enjoyable than the party, and maybe there was a little pregame with alcohol too.

while picking out which glosses to bring, the little squirt made himself comfy on your bed.

"you suck at lying, don't worry, it runs in the family."

"yeah? well this is where it runs out." you said with an annoyance laced voice, grabbing whatever was closest and chucking it directly in his face "get out of my room!"

"sis, this is my first year as a high schooler, if the boys get an invite to historias party cause of me i'll be making newbie history."

sure he was titled 'cool' in his own grade as a freshman, but that type of credit wasn't automatically transferred to your grade. you know those annoying little cousins who nobody took serious and everybody was trying to lose at those family birthday parties?

yeah that was colt to your friends.

"you really thought i'd give in with a reasoning as dumb as that?"

colt rolled his eyes, guilt method had failed. plan numero dos, bribery. what was one thing you couldn't pass up? money.

money ruled the world, and it sure as hell ruled your online shopping obsession. retail therapy wasn't the best therapy to rely on, buying a new purse helped lighten the mood but not your bank account.

"i'll give you my allowance for the next month?"

"halloween is like super important and it's not gonna be ruined by the likes of you!"

"i'll find my own transportation." no effect,
"and i won't mention we're related. i know you built up your reputation way too high for that dear sister."

come on, dear sister? the last time colt had ever used that term was when he'd been begging you to buy him the new nba 2k game for the playstation. that time he'd bribed by saying he wouldn't talk to you for a month, knowing that would satisfy you.

his lazy ass obviously wasn't working, so he chose the next best thing, you. sadly for him the newest line of coach bags had just came out, and there was no way you'd be working extra hours for just a month of non-communication.

it'd have to be at least half a year.

"no means no, and enough with the ass kissing, it's totally not your look."

you said this with a gagged look before opening the front door to leave, taking a few steps forward until noticing his fake little puppy face in your peripheral vision.

this was colts typical last attack, there was nothing he believed to be more fatal than the classic puppy eyes. this would do just the trick, as embarrassing as it was. yeah, that might've been the case back when he was in elementary. he was no longer a child, more like a gremlin.

"colt halloweens next week, save the scary face for then."

a gigantic symphony of laughs broke out, only from your side though. colt just fiercely stared hoping somehow the force would punch you, considering he couldn't. it would've been a good attempt if we'd been living in star wars.

in reality that little trick had no effect, and you were walking out on your merry little way.

"be back home later!"