Alexia's p.o.v
I woke up at 7 a.m to screaming coming from across the street. I'm going to kill these boys, it's Saturday. I got up and walked into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and groaned at how bright the lights were, they were blinding. I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body before getting out and wrapping my hair in a towel. I plugged in my straightener and went to my closet. I grabbed a lace, long sleeve black shirt over a black tank top and a high-waisted white skirt and slid into some black vans. I paired the outfit with some black and white chunky bracelets and the small silver ring that Jack had given me the night of our 18th birthday. I ran the straightener through my hair before running down the stairs and out the door, grabbing my phone, keys, and locking the door on the way.I stormed over to the "magcon" house and slammed my fist against the door. "JACK EDWARD JOHNSON!! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!" I screamed as I continued to pound on the door. The door opened to reveal a boy that I've never met before, his hair was blonde with the right side shaved, leaving the rest of it long. He was shirtless, flaunting his tattoos and I was staring into his golden-brown eyes as he was moved out of my sight. "What do you want Alexia?" Gilinsky said as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
I groaned and looked up at him, "Where's my brother G?" I asked him as I rolled my eyes and absentmindedly twirled my hair around my finger. He chuckled, "HEY!! JJ, THE SISTER IS HERE! AGAIN!!" he yelled towards the house and turned back to me. "That was Marshall at the door by the way." I rolled my eyes, "Why would I care? He's just another boy staying here to wake me up at 7 in the morning on a fucking SATURDAY!" I sighed as I saw my brother walk out of the door behind him. "Whats up Lee?" he asked as he walked up to me and Gilinsky. "Could you guys possibly not wake me up on a Saturday at 7 in the fucking morning. I'm exhausted, Jack, really please." Jack sighed and apologized, only to get interrupted by Gilinsky, "You don't look tired. You look good, really good." He said as he basically raped me with his eyes. Johnson shoved him, "Shut up, dude. That's my sister. My TWIN sister." He yells exasperated. Gilinsky chuckled, "Why is she hot, tho? And she's not-" he was interrupted by the door opening behind them. I glanced behind them to see who it was. Again, it was a boy that I've never seen. He had short brown hair and green eyes and a MGK shirt on. I smiled at him, "Hey, I'm Alexia. Johnson's sister." I said as I stuck out my hand. "Younger sister!"Johnson said from behind me. "By two minutes, Jacky. Two minutes." I smirked, using his old nickname. He groaned and glared at me. The boy grabbed my hand, and my attention, "Names, Hunter Williamson. You'd probably get along with my sister. You're both rude to your older brothers." He said, chuckling.
"Hey Hunt. Have you seen-" a girl walking out stopped when she saw me. "Hey, I'm Miami, Hunter's girlfriend." she said to me and turned back to Hunter, "Where's my brother?" So, he has a girlfriend. OK... "I don't know where he is. Maybe Marshall;'s inside, looking for you. I heard that he was leaving." Just as Hunter finished talking, the boy that opened the door and a girl walked out of the door. "Hey bub. Marshall's leaving, can we go to his place? It's slowing down in there anyway." Hunter groaned as I caught Marshall's eyes. I smiled and looked down.
Marshall's p.o.v
I caught her eye and she smiled as she looked down. I stuck out my hand, as I threw my shirt over my shoulder, "Names Marshall Lancaster. What's yours?" I asked as I bit my lip. Johnson stepped between us, "My sister's name is Alexia." She pushed Johnson aside, "And she can introduce herself." she smiled at me. "Hey."
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