🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 10: In Which We Are Introduced To Allison's Siblings

(Allison's Perspective)

Everything was at peace at my house. For, like, 0.5 seconds before my siblings began to wreak havoc.
I heard the sound of glass breaking and then yelling.
"Jesus..." I muttered in frustration, not even surprised.
I got up and went downstairs to make sure nobody was dead.
I saw my little sister Violet yelling at my brother Lucas. They were standing next to a lamp that was on the floor, and there was glass on the floor.
I sighed angrily before going to the kitchen to get what I needed to clean the broken glass.
"It's your fault!" Violet shouted.
"No, it's yours, you stupid bitch!" Lucas shouted back.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
"NO, YOU!!!"
Endless arguments! It's insane. And it's even more insane because I'm the only one who gives enough of a shit to deal with the mess the family makes. Not my parents. Not any of my other siblings. Just. Me.
I returned to the living room with a broom and dustpan, beginning to sweep up the glass.
Lucas smacked me in the head.
"Nobody asked for your help, Allison." He remarked.
I flipped him off.
"Do that again and you'll be missing a finger." He threatened.
"I'm sure I will." I replied sarcastically with an eyeroll.
I took the full dustpan to the kitchen as I ignored Lucas's and Violet's remarks in response to my sarcastic comment.
I carefully put the broken glass in the trashcan before returning the broom and dustpan to where they belonged.
I then heard my other brothers running around upstairs and yelling at each other.
I knew they were fighting, and from this fact I drew the conclusion that it would be safer to stay away from the upstairs area until they were done.
Which meant I couldn't go back up to my room.
So I went into the living room instead.
And I sat down on the couch.
I wanted to watch TV, but I knew I couldn't in this house without getting the remote hijacked. And if the remote gets hijacked, there's no way of getting it back, unless twenty-minutes-of-whatever-show-I-could-find was so good it was worth getting some fingers broken over, which it isn't.
That's why whenever I wanna watch a movie, I watch it on my phone in my room at night when nobody will come looking for me. Because if my siblings catch me watching a movie they'll ask me what it is. And if I tell them they'll make fun of my movie taste. But if it's a movie they wouldn't make fun of me for, then they'll force me to let them watch it with me. And I really just want my own space.
I lose sleep because of my desire to watch films, but it's fine.
I get good grades and I've only fallen asleep in class... maybe... three times this marking period? I don't count, but it's not a lot compared to some kids, so I'll live.
It's not like my grades drop because I sometimes sleep in class, and it's not like I'm falling asleep in class on purpose either.
I really am doing my best. But my family wouldn't believe that.
I wonder if Marigold would...
I thought of her as I relaxed on the couch, and I smiled. I was excited to hang out with her this weekend.
Suddenly two of my brothers ran downstairs, one chasing the other.
Of course, Henry chasing Noah.
What the hell were they up to this time?!
They're the ones who get into fights with each other the most often, and I noticed that now that they were downstairs it sounded a lot quieter upstairs.
Noah jumped over the couch to escape Henry, almost kicking me in the head.
"Jesus!" I yelled, startled.
"Sorry Allison!" Noah yelled as he ran, but from his laughter I could tell the apology was insincere.
Henry and Noah are twins; both seventeen.
I was jealous of them for being the oldest because it meant they'd get the hell out of this house a lot sooner than I would.
Henry continued running after him, and they disappeared into the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and went back upstairs, finally getting to go back to my room.
As I made my way to my room, my favorite brother Andrew was walking through the hall in the opposite direction of me.
He's older by two years.
I know that by the way I introduced my siblings— saying how they always fight me and painting them out to be assholes and all— I probably made it sound like I hate all my siblings all the time. But we can all get along once and a while. Especially me and Andy.
Even though he's older he's never treated me like I'm an annoying little sister. He lets me hang out with him and his friends sometimes, but I usually decline because his friends are assholes to me whenever Andy isn't around, and I just haven't found the courage to tell him.
Andy and I like the same movies. I let him watch movies on my phone with me sometimes. He used to read me bedtime stories back when I was younger, and when I was around eleven years old he started letting me borrow his books. That's how I got into Stephen King.
"Hey, Andy." I greeted him as we passed.
I'm the only one who's allowed to call him Andy. I've literally seen him hit my other siblings for calling him that. But, of course, that was only because they knew he didn't want them to call him that and they were saying it to be jerks. But still. It's nice that me and my big brother are close.
So to sum it up, Violet's the youngest. Lucas is older than her by three years. I'm older than Lucas by two years. Andy's older than me by two years. The twins; Henry and Noah, are older than Andy by two years.
I'm not sure why the difference is two years between most of us, but I've never really thought to question it. Crazier shit happens in this house.
"Hey, Allison." Andy replied to me.
I continued walking, thinking the short conversation was over.
"Hey, wait." Andy stopped me, and I stopped walking and turned to him.
"You're going over to a friend's place this weekend, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, but only for the day. I'm not sleeping over or anything." I replied.
He nodded in response.
He looked around the hallway to make sure we were alone.
"Alright. And if she breaks your heart, I've got a metal baseball bat. Give me the address if necessary." he told me, only half-joking.
I was astonished.
"Wait... but me and Marigold aren't dating..." I told him.
"Maybe not yet. But when I heard you asking Mom and Dad if you could hang out with her, I could tell you liked this girl." Andy admitted.
My eyes widened.
"I-" I stammered, but he interrupted me.
"Hey, don't worry. I support you. I don't give a shit who you date as long as they're your age and they treat you right." Andy told me.
I smiled brightly.
"Really?" I asked.
I had no idea if my family was for or against the LGBTQ+ community, because we never talked about it. Andy is the only one in my family who I'm 100% sure is supportive. Besides me, of course.
Andy nodded in response to my question.
"So you do like her, right?" he asked.
I nodded with a smile.
"A lot." I admitted.
"Thought so." Andy replied, smiling back.
I hugged him.
"Thank you, big brother." I said.
"Of course, little sister." he replied.
Then we broke the hug and began walking our separate ways.
"But be warned; middle school chicks are crazy. Don't forget about my baseball bat offer." Andy concluded, and I could tell he was only joking now, so I laughed. A genuine, joyful laugh.
And I was relieved.