F*ck Off Wolfboy! {on hold}

Chapter 2

“Quincy Elena Mercer! Get your butt up now or so help me…” Aunt Cleo snarled, ripping the covers off me, leaving me shivering in nothing but my Mickey Mouse socks, bright green short shorts, and a skimpy tank top.

I groaned and shot her a glare before burrowing my head in the pillows.

Aunt Cleo huffed and stalked out of my room, slamming the door shut and shrieking that she needed backup.

I grinned and drifted to sleep…

…only to be awoken by a shock of ice water drenching my head. Aunt Cleo and Lila burst out laughing and skipped out of my room, like they’re five or something.

“Don’t go back to sleep, Quincy honey, or you’ll get it a lot worse!” Lila sang from downstairs.

Shivering, I shuffled into the bathroom I shared with Dove and blasted steaming water. I stripped off my PJ’s and stepped under the spray, scrubbing my hair with orange shampoo and conditioner and layering on sweet smelling body wash. For some reason, I began belting out “For You and Your Denial” by Yellowcard.

“It’s 4am, you call to spit some fire out

But did you think that I would listen to you now?

It’s nothing new so get in line with all the rest

And I will wait till you realize you’re out of breath

Can you hear the crowd? They all go wild

For you and your denial

They’re watching you break down(Break Down)

Hate me all you want, I’ll be okay

I’m half the world away I’m letting you go now (Go Now)"

“Shut up, Quincy!” Lila screams.

I only grin and sing louder. This is payback for waking me up.

"You’ve got sadness twisted up with jealousy

You show your fists to make them look like loyalty

And I have seen what holding on can take away

If it’s the past you love then that’s where you can stay!”

By now the water was starting to get chilly, so I did as Lila asked, well told, and “shut up”. I stepped out of the stall, hurredly toweled off (I hate being cold), blowdryed and straightened my hair, drew on some eyeliner and flicked on mascara, and dressed. Since I wanted to make a big impression on my dear, darling 'family' and showcase my slender assets, I wore jean shorts, a tight black tank with a red and black checked shirt open over it, and black booties. Humming a bit, I layered on long silver necklaces and a few black and red rubber bracelets.

As I opened the bathroom door and started down the hallway, I heard shrill "NO!!!!!!"s and angry "DOVE ANGELINA THOMPSON!!!!!"s. Chuckling, I stepped into Dove's bedroom, that looked like a Disney bomb had gone off in it. Dove's miniature clothes were slung everywhere, toys littered the floor, Dove was cowering in the corner, shrieking "NO, I DONT WANNA GO!!!!" at the top of her lungs and Aunt Cleo and Lila surrounding her, trying to usher her into what looked like a blue summer dress and sandles.

I cleared my throat, smirking at them. "Mind exlaining what is going on here, young ladies?"

Glaring, Aunt Cleo replied, "Dove is insisting on wearing that," she pointed to a bizarre combo of black tights with yellow polka dots, a frilly pink tutu, green rainboots, and a Penguins jersey, "even though we agreed she would wear this today."

"Just let me handle this, Aunt Cleo." I giggled. Turning to Dove, I reasoned, "Come on Lovey-Dovey will you pretty pretty pleeeeaaaaassssseeee wear the blue dress? I mean, look at how pretty it is." I paused. "Ya know, Dove-Dove, I have a cousin, Melinda, she's your age. I'll bet she'll be very jealous of your pretty dress."

Dove perked up. If there was one thing Dove loved, it was when other people were envious of her.

"But Quincy, she'll be yealous ov my clothes too." Dove whined.

"But Melinda doesn't like tutus or rainboots or jerseys, baby."

She sighed dramatically. "Oh alright."

I grinned at Aunt Cleo and Lila. "And my work here is done."

While my guardians dressed my almost-sister, I skipped downstairs, scowling at the packed bags littering the living room, and headed into the kitchen. I plopped down on top of the counter, eating handfulls of Captain Crunch straight from the box. Aunt Cleo and Lila didn't really mind, but both hated when I'd, or occasionly Dove (I know, I'm a bad influence), swig from the carton.

"Quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiincyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" Dove squealed, leaping into the kitchen. Lila followed, smiling lovingly down at her daughter. She was wearing another floral skirt, a shell pink blouse, and - praise Heaven - shoes. Aunt Cleo, dressed in a arty sundress with her rainbow-colored hair pulled into a ponytail, came in, smiling grimly at us.

"Come on, it's time to go." she told us.