Scar froze.
Cousins? The only cousin he had was Scott! Although... they could be cousins on their dad's side. Whoever there dad was anyway. Cleo had always avoided the subject.
"Just as much as you don't like the fact doesn't mean it will disappear. You have a sister Cleo, as much as she is a little bit insane she is still your sister."
Bdubs was just staring at Scar, hoping that he, as the older one, had some answers. Clue: he didn't.
The voice they did not know the owner of, the third voice, said-
"Back to the point, why haven't we ever seen them? We have just as much right as anyone does! More than some."
"Well... er...." Cleo stammered
"Wait, hold on. Is it that you thought- that we were a- a- bad influence or something? Ha!" replied the Joel, the second voice.
"Umm... maybe... yes."
"Ok, but can we see them?" That was Grian, sounding annoyed. And Scar guessed you do not want an annoyed whatever-these-people-are.
"Well I guess you could see them..." Cleo said, reluctant but too smart to show it, "Just... take off your sunglasses and stuff please."
"Great!" said the third voice. Scar decided he liked this one more than he liked the other two. Just then, multiple pairs of feet came climbing up the stairs, and so Bdubs and Scar rushed up through the trapdoor and picked up a ball.
Then the door opened.
Authors note
Just so you know, this entire story is based of this quote from scar-
"And you can be our cousins, the wild ones with your leather and everything. The kind that you don't talk about." - goodtimeswithscar
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