Alex Wars

Chapter One: Clash of (the same) Clans

"Al! George is here! Hurry up!" Phil called from down the hall.

"Okay!" I yelled, rushing to face the mirror again. I took the final swipe of my mascara wand through my eyelashes. I blinked my dark blue eyes at my reflection before running from the bathroom.

Grabbing my school bag, I was almost out the door until a pair of huge arms wrapped around my waist and scooped me up into the air.

"Phil!" I cried. "I'm going to be late!"

"That'd be your fault," he replied, putting me back down. I glared up at my brother's grinning face, a solid four inches—"and a half," he liked to remind me—above my head. With his styled dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes, I knew he had gotten out of bed hours ago. Stupid morning person.

"How are you twenty?" I asked, shaking my head in mock disbelief. "Your soul's fifteen."

"A beautiful thing called time, Al," he replied.

"Bye, Martin!" I shouted through the house.

"Hey Al, heads up!" I turned just in time to catch the edible yellow boomerang right before it hit my face.

"The force is always with me," I joked to my eldest brother as he leaned against the entrance from the kitchen into the living room.

"I'm sure it is, Skywalker," he snorted and I flipped the curvy fruit into the air, catching it with ease. Martin went to go stand next to Phil. Martin was twenty six but Phil was the tiniest bit taller, so many mistook the two as the twins of the family.

Speaking of twins, I thought to myself before I heard a crash from upstairs. Suddenly, two thirteen year olds barreled into the living room. Two, who just happened to look exactly alike.

That's right. I was the middle child with four brothers.

"Jackson! Jimmy! Slow down!" Martin ordered, his voice immediately taking on the authoritative tone it always had when dealing with the twins.

"Jimmy was the one who pushed me!" Jackson said, making Phil and I snort. Between the two, everyone knew that Jackson was the more aggressive one, but that didn't mean you could let your guard down around Jimmy; he was the manipulative twin.

"I highly doubt I'm the pushy twin," Jimmy muttered with an eye roll.

"Watch your words, Jameson," Jackson said mildly, pushing his palm against Jimmy's face.

"Jackson," Martin called warningly. He shakes his head. "Go grab breakfast, you two."

"Before you chuck it at their faces?" I snorted.

Before Martin could make his retort, a wailing honk made us all jump. Making eye contact with Phil, the two of us bolted out the door to my awaiting best friend.

"Yo George, people are still sleeping!" Phil hollered as we neared the black convertible. Per usual, the top of the car was down because Georgie quotes, "it gives a better blowout than any salon".

"You asses, I hate waiting!" Georgie yelled, flipping her long pale strands of hair.

"Patience, grasshopper," I tell my best friend as I hopped into the front seat. "But sorry, the idiots wouldn't let me go." I gave a pointed look to Phil, who swept a hand appreciatively against the car's glossy black paintjob.

"Ay, hands off the Bat Mobile!" Georgie ordered and my brother gave my best friend a smirk. She had a habit of naming things after their counterparts in the comic book world, which is why she also owned a 1965 black Chrysler Imperial named the Black Beauty after The Green Hornet's car. I'm pretty sure if she could replicate Wonder Woman's invisible jet, she would have already done so.