Wildflowers

Chapter 12- Older siblings

Alexandra July 5th

I wake up feeling like I'm being watched, suddenly there's a flash.

I open my eyes, everything looking blurry.

I turn from my stomach to my back, dreading the uncomfortable couch under me.

There's someone standing above me, grinning down at me, from an instinct, I scream, "What. the. fuck?"

I try to sit up, glaring at the stranger. Feeling an arm around my waist I look down to Myles waking up, opening his eyes, beside me, "And what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oopsie, didn't know I had a flash on" the stranger speaks up. I snap my head to him.

"What? You're taking pictures of us while we're sleeping? Who the hell even are you?" I question, pushing Myles away from me and sitting up.

"Lucas!" Myles growls, standing up from the couch, rubbing his eyes. I scoff at him. "How the fuck did you get inside?"

"Your daddio let me inside as he was leaving" the Lucas guy says.

"Why are you even here?" Myles asks him and then turns to me, sighing, "Lucas, he's my brother."

Right, I remember him mentioning his brother.

"That annoying shit" I mutter.

It feels like a fever dream, a deja vu, at this point. Growing up there's always a picture, through the years, where I'm sleeping next to someone. The whoever got the chance, shoved a camera to my face and captured me looking like dead seal.

"I came to hang out with my dear brother, but I see he's busy" This Lucas guy smirks.

I throw a pillow at him. I stand up and walk to a bathroom, to wash my sleep away. I head to kitchen to hydrate my dry throat.

I don't see anyone in the living room, so I head upstairs to Myles' room. Barging in I see Myles in his underwear, pulling on some pants. I walk up to Lucas, "Show me the picture, pervert"

"Delete it, Luke" Myles says.

"Don't call me that, freak"

I turn to Lucas, nudging his arm, raising my eyebrows at him questioningly. Lucas stands a little taller than me, "How old you even are, Lukey?"

"I'm sixteen, princess" Lucas guy informs me.

"Lucas!" Myles warns.

"What?" he turns to his brother.

"Show me the pic" I say, putting the end to the start of their bickering.

Lucas pulls out the picture on his phone and turns it my way. There's me sleeping on my stomach, Myles sleeping halfway on me, his hand on my ass.

I hold back a smirk, glaring at Myles, "Fucking freak"

"Ass guy, I see" Lucas comments.

"To hell with ya" Myles glares from his spinning chair, fingering his guitar. I walk up to him, sitting on his carpet. "You're fired"

The it hits me, I'm in Myles' room, not brewing coffee to the poshy business men, who look too far down South from my face. Groaning I fall on my back, putting my hands to my face. "I hate you guys"

"Not my fault, babes"

I crane my neck and scowl at Lucas on Myles' bed, scrolling on his phone.

"Call in sick" Myles suggests, looking down at me.