You Owe Me Oreos

You Owe Me Oreos. 1 ~

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Hey! This is my first Wattpad story and I would really really really appreciate it if you would comment telling me how it is. I'm still trying to figure Wattpad out a bit so sorry for any errors! That's about it I guess. Enjoy! :D

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Next Upload: Probably next week or the weekend. (:

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"JEREMY MASON! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW!" I shouted loud enough to wake up the neighbors.

"Sheesh! No need to damage my ears! I'm only 17!" He fought back.

"Well if you didn't climb your stupid ass on me, I wouldn't have."

"Language babe. Language."

"Babe? What the heck I'm your sister."

"No need to remind me. I already know dumbass."

"I swear, you don't even know how to detect sarcasm. Oh and what happened to language BABE?"

"Babe? Seriously Melly, Babe?"

"You're impossible!"

"That didn't make sense."

"It didn't need to!"

"Awh, is poor little Melissa admitting defeat?"

"I'm older than you jerk!"

"Only by three minutes babe."

"Stop calling me babe!"

"Why? Its mak-"

"ENOUGH!" Matt shouted as he entered my room. "You guys do the same thing everyday! Get over it!"

"You've only been here for three days Matt, they've been doing this for years." Tyler screamed from the other room.

"Dad!" Matt called, well more like bellowed. Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Yes son?" Dad chuckled as he entered the room.

"Why don't you mind this?" Matt replied pointing towards us.

"You get used to it. Now all of you come downstairs, it's breakfast time."

Matt gave out a loud groan and stomped out followed by Dad. Jeremy finally decided to get off of me, after mumbling a few profanities.

This was it. Our Family.

The 22 year old Matt Mason, who was a college student living in California. He got a semester off so he decided to come over here. Well the bigger reason was because Dad went all 'get settled already' on him so he came here to find a girl. Why not California you ask? He doesn't like Californian girls. He thinks ALL OF THEM are bitchy. Dumbass. I'm sure girls were all over him over there, not in a wrong way or anything but my brother had the looks. Shaggy brown hair, fit body, decent height and the best of all, bright blue eyes.

Then there was me, Melissa Mason, and my twin, Jeremy Mason. We were like the best of friends but also the worst of enemies. I'm 3 minutes older though, and I never let him forget that. I had black curly hair, green eyes, and a body that I had to maintain with daily workouts since I wasn't too keen on healthy foods. Jeremy had black hair as well but it was a bit more straight, his green eyes matched mine and his figure was thin, but not too thin as his muscles easily showed. Due to all the football, of course.

And last and maybe even the least, Tyler Mason. He had green eyes and black hair, and was a 16 year old who we treated like a 7 year old.

Oh and Dad. He was the only one, along with Matt, with brown hair and blue eyes. Technically only Matt got dad's features.