3's A Crowd

Porch Wars

"Mom!" Cody bellowed as he swung open the front door of his 3 story home. Airy walked in behind him, giving his white Bugatti one last longing glance before facing the beach house of her dreams. The outside was fresh with white and blue paint, rounded balconies, French doors and open windows everywhere.

The front porch was simple with caramel colored wood, white railing across the front and a giant pillars on either side. Walking up the front steps she took a closer look at the tire swing contraption with its canopy curtain and deep plush yellow seats with a perfect view of the ocean. Unable to resist the inviting seat, she slowly sank into the cushions and assorted white pillows that decorated it. Tucking her feet beneath her she nestled in eyes closed. Yep, this was her spot now.

"Oh this is heaven" She muttered as she looked out at the waves crashing against the shore line, frothing white at their crest and then turning a turquoise blue as it hit the sand washing away all traces of humanity that had marred it seconds before. She loved how the ocean always gave her a fresh start. It was like repenting, it had a way of taking her sins and swallowing them up in its vast deepness. And afterwards, it was like none of it ever happened. It was safe to say she and the ocean were having a secret love affair.

"Hello creepy" a voice greeted from the front door. Airy turned her head and peered through the sheer curtain of the canopy to find blonde girl who resembled Cody. She was short and lean with large blue eyes and pink lips, very pretty. She had an interesting style wearing big black dock martin boots, high waist floral shorts and a long sleeve blue sweater. Her hair was piled up in a messy bun with chopsticks sticking out on either side and her makeup was heavy but bright. She looked confused if you asked Airy. She was obviously Alli, Cody's 14 year old sister.

"I'm talking to you" she said loudly as if she thought Airy couldn't speak English.

"No really? I thought you were speaking to all of Australia" Airy replied as she turned her body to face her, eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you know who I am?" Alli crossed her arms as she glared down at Airy who looked back completely unfazed. Is she suppose to be scary, she asked herself, a smirk stretching her lips.

"A gothic, bohemian, renegade wanna be, who likes to call people stereotypical names" Alli squinted at her, dropping her arms.

"What?"

"I said you're confused sweetie"

(maybe add alli saying no you're confused, you're on my porch"

"You're not making any sense" Alli rolled her eyes. Airy just smiled and leaned back into her pillows. Young girls never ceased to amaze her. They want to be so tough, so rebellious, so gangster, so girly, so fucking cliché.

"Oh no sweetie, you're the one not making any sense"

"Speak English creepy stalker girl"

"Oh that's original" Airy chuckled as she closed her eyes throwing one arm across her forehead and stretching. Sheckler's probably wondering where I've ran off too. I should head back soon, after all, as his friend I am obligated to be his moral support, she thought as she shifted. But for now I'll enjoy my entertainment.

"Look you, I'm Alli Simpson" The 14 year old placed her hands on her hips and raised her chin like she was the Queen of England as she strode closer. Airy blinked and then bulged her eyes out, hand flying to her lips in mock shock

"Oh no!" Alli smiled.

"That's right I can ruin you, make my brother hate you. Your insignificant little life will be over" At that Airy chuckled, covering her mouth. Breathing she slowly gained her composure before Alli could notice.

"'Insignificant" Airy raised her fingers to air quote, eyes twinkling in amusement as she sat up.

"Oh my, she knows big words" Alli glared standing in front of her.

"Did you hear me you sleazy skank? I'm Alli Simpson!" her voice got higher as she towered over Airy who no longer found herself in a joking mood.

"Repeat the question" Airy said calmly, cleaning her nails. Alli felt her face heat up as she tapped her foot. Was this girl ignorant or something? She obviously doesn't know that I can trash her in a social second. One little tweet and she's nothing.

"I said did you-" Airy held up her hand and rolled her eyes as she sat up.

" I mean the original question that started this entire dialogue"

"Do you know who I am?" Alli phrased in a questioning tone, slightly annoyed. Standing up, Airy smiled as she reminded herself not to break the girl. She was only 14 after all, I'll just knock her down a few pegs, she thought as she got in her face.

"Do you know, who you are?" Airy asked in a condescending tone, eyebrow raised and snarl on her lips.

"I-"

"Hush" Airy placed her French tipped finger against Alli's pink glossed lip.

"I'm talking now." She flashed a smile.

"I mean are you Goth? Are you a hippie? Are you boho chic? Are you girly? Do you know?" Airy brought her eyebrows together in confusion. "I mean, I can't even figure you out." Alli stayed quiet her eyes slowly lowering towards the caramel boards of her front porch.

"You're just a confused preteen who can't decide if she wants a pink Prada bag or leather studded jacket. A biker boy or a beach bum" Alli swallowed slowly, feeling animosity growing inside of her for the girl whose intimidating facade was crumbling brick by brick. Who did she think she was? Talking to her like that.

"And if you think some socially awkward little girl who relies solely on the millions of girls who only love her because she shares a shred of DNA with a famous Pop-star, is going to scare me. You are sorely mistaken," She smiled down at her and Alli looked back, her eyes reflecting the inner turmoil rising inside of her. She'd never thought about it like that... shaking her head she glared up at Airy, crossing her arms.

"Don't play yourself darling, they don't love you. They don't even know you. They only keep tabs on your twitter, like your Instagram post and want to be your friend for one reason and one reason only." Somewhere in the back of her mind, Airy knew she should've felt bad. But she didn't. She wasn't the soft spoken nice girl who tiptoed over your feelings. She wasn't Megan, and she wouldn't apologize for being herself. Alli wanted to play with the big girls, and here she was. In the ring with a undefeated fighter.

" If your brother wasn't Cody Simpson, you'd be no body." Her eyes twinkled as she looked down at her, pushing a loose curl back from Alli's face, "Just like me.."

Jerking away Alli scowled and Airy could only laugh.

"But then again, what do I know?" She smiled as she tilted her head, finger on her lip feigning curiosity.

(let me know when you figure it out. What? Who you are kid)

"So you tell me Alli, who are you?" Leaving that question up in the air she stepped around Alli's frozen frame and made her way to the front door. Airy couldn't help but think the whole situation had escalated rather quickly. Perhaps she should of pretended to be sleep, knocked unconscious from her hit to the head. At least then she wouldn't have a slow creeping compression of resentment and regret. Brushing it off she stepped across the threshold, eyes scanning the large rustic style home. As she turned to close the door, because she wasn't raised in a barn, she caught the fleeting glimpse of Alli flicking her off before the girl stomped down the front steps towards the beach. Immediately Airy's irritation from earlier reared its ugly head and her palm pressed the door shut with a little more force than necessary, rattling the pictures against the wall. Fuck that little girl and her fame problems. Airy was glad she said what she did. Check and mate little witch