"You can't stop looking at me, so get up out my face!" My second oldest brother, Charlie sang, completely off key. I growled, sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
Who needs alarm clocks when you've got brothers?
"Shut up!" My eldest brother, Edward (no relation to Edward Cullen) bellowed, his morning hatred hitting us with full power. Charlie sang louder to purposely annoy Edward. I swung my legs over the side of my queen sized bed, hearing a crash. Charlie came rushing into my room, laughing as a furious Edward chased him with one of dad's priceless vases.
"Nikola!" Charlie shrieked, jumping onto my bed. "Eddy's trying to kill me!"
"My name's not Eddy," Edward roared, flinging the vase at Charlie. I sighed, catching the vase one handedly, something Edward himself had taught me to do.
I placed it on my dresser, eying it to make sure it was in perfect condition. "Will you two idiots knock it off? It's too early in the morning for this," I complained, pulling my ginger hair back and tying it into a low ponytail with a spare rubber band.
"Sorry Nikki, are we bothering you?" Charlie yelled, energetically into my ear. I punched him in the gut swiftly and stood ignoring his pained protests. "Both of you, out." Edward walked out, grumbling plots of Charlie's murder under his breath and Charlie followed after him, affectionately flipping me the bird.
I rolled my eyes, clumping together my gray hoodie and my black baggy jeans into one ball. Taking a record time shower, I quickly got dressed, picking up my Samsung Galaxy from the table were dad's vase once sat. Knowing him, Anthony had put the vase back where it belonged. My phone vibrated in my hand and a model like face appeared on my screen.
"Hey Ivory," I spoke, holding my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I searched for my red Timberlands.
"Contain your excitement please," my best friend responded sarcastically. "Woke up with the wrong brothers this morning?"
"Charlie and Edward," I informed her, finding the left shoe on my balcony.
She giggled, the sound reminding me of the church bells at my only sister's wedding. "What song?" She asked, knowing Charlie's tendency to sing even though he was continually told that he couldn't.
"Swagger Jagger," I grumbled, yanking on the boot. I could hear Ivory shaking her head over the phone.
"Brutal," she sighed, sympathetically. "Get your ass out the door before I leave without you."
"Is Ajax going to be there?" I asked, praying to God that the answer was no. Ivory's boyfriends were some of the dumbest and clingiest people I have ever met. Ajax was no exception. If he had a choice, he would've made Ivory tattoo the words, "Ajax's girlfriend" on her forehead.
"No. We were having major communication issues so I dumped him," she said, not sounding remorseful in the slightest.
I smiled to myself, pulling my second shoe from under the pile of clothes littering my floor. "Maybe the problem was that you guys were never communicating. It was always, 'let's have sex,'" I mimicked Ajax's deep, annoying voice.
"What the fuck?!" Landon barged into my room, London hot on his heels. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"
Overprotective twin douchebags.
"Ivory," I told them, pushing them out of my doorway. Bounding down the stairs, I listened to Ivory laugh for the second time, rolling my eyes. "Well, that was embarrassing."
"Embarrassingly hilarious," Ivory snorted. "Hey, how's Anthony?"
"He's fine," I informed her, confused to why she was asking. Anthony, my youngest brother was the most responsible out of the whole lot of us. He was one year younger than I was which meant his was the same age as Ivory. "Why do you want to know?"
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The Princess Promise
Romance"I bet that you couldn't last as a princess for the 5 months until prom. If you can, not only will I go to prom with you but you get to order me to do one thing during prom," he smirked, already smug. "That's a promise." I paused, considering my pr...