Stranded Together

Chapter 3

🟣Blake's POV🟣

"Honey! I'm home!" I shout to no one in particular as I open the front door and step into the house. I slip off my dirty converse as I slam the door shut.

I know my mum and little sister Darcy are home, but I don't expect either of them to reply to my weird greeting.

I make my way down the photo framed covered hall way and toward the lounge room where I know my sister will be.

While walking down the hallway, I deliberately look away from the framed photos of the Devil and I as kids. They honestly make me furious just looking at them. I especially hate one in particular- his chubby face held a demonic little smirk as he pours a bucket full of sand into my hair while we were at the beach.

I've pleaded mum to remove that picture from the wall numerous times, arguing that it's literally a photo of him torturing me, but she thinks the scene is cute.

But I don't think finding grains of sand in your hair weeks after you've been to the beach cute.

I exhale from my nose as I enter the lounge room. Just as I presumed, Darcy is here spread out on the fluffy grey rug. She's wearing what she left for school in- light blue denim shorts and a loose fitting black tank top with a curly white mustache printed on it. Her perfectly straightened brown hair from this morning has been pulled up into a messy bun, indicating that she's had a rough day.

"Hey Sis." I mumble as I get comfortable next to her on the floor.

"Hey. What took you so long? Did you stay to dance?" She asks as she glances at me.

"Yeah, me and Zoe danced for a bit."

"I heard that some cheerleader and her dumbass boyfriend broke into the office to play the music." She mumbles looking back towards the ceiling. "They locked Big Mac out, then climbed out the window." She adds.

Darcy may be two years younger than me, at 16 years old, but she acts much older. Out of the two of us she is definitely the more mature one.

Although, she does have her moments.

She's quite the social butterfly as well and actually knows all the hot goss and all the goings on at school. While I talk with Zoe and Zoe alone, Darcy socialises and is friends with everyone.

Darcy and I look quite similar with our long chestnut brown hair and our tall slim figures. We could probably pass as twins. However if you look closely, you'll see minor differences. Like she has hazel-gold eyes while I have green, I have a few light freckles on my nose while her skin is flawless; and she is slightly bustier than me.

We may look alike but we have dramatically different personalities. I'm book smart, short tempered, violent, sarcastic, and at times awkward, while she's popular, bubbly, fashionable, creative and a perfectionist.

I'd rather stay home and read, while she'd rather go to a party. I'd rather wear jeans and converse, while she's rather wear a dress and high heels.

I feel like that's a really cliché and overused way to describe polar opposites, but it's true with Darcy and I.

I'd rather watch zombies and gore, while she'd rather watch romance and Channing Tatum shirtless.

Actually no, I take that back. Who wouldn't want to watch Channing Tatum shirtless.

Darcy and I get along really well. We have a strong sibling relationship and rarely fight. I'm not afraid or embarrassed to admit that I love my sister.