We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (19)

"That's idiotic."

"You're idiotic."

"What?"

"I'll pick him up in a few hours dumbass."

"Hey!" I slap his arm. "Be nice, and no cursing around the child."

He chuckles. "He's eleven."

"You know, he would be a very innocent child if it wasn't for his brother being the devil." I joke.

"If I remember, your mom is an angle, so if your logic makes sense, shouldn't you be innocent too?" Lucas smirks.

I roll my eyes. "By Lucas."

"Don't miss me too much baby!" He winks walking away backwards.

"Look where you're going or else you'll get run over!" I wink back.

"You would love that!" He shouts turning around.

"Don't make me lie that I wouldn't!" I shout back. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" I smile and close the door. I turn around and see Greyson sitting on the couch.

"Video games are in the basement." I smile. His eyes meet mine and he grins.

"Thanks lex." He says and heads down the hallway to the basement. He's the only person I let who calls me lex. Seriously I let that kid do whatever. He deserves it. With all he's been through and everything he's lost he deserves to be spoiled a little. Since Lucas won't accept any of the money that I offer, I often ask Greyson to get me a glass of water and then pay him ten bucks. I know, I'm crazy. But I want him to buy himself something, or save it. He needs to feel like a kid. I don't want him to grow up too fast like me and Lucas. With my mom never being around, I had to learn how to cook and take care of myself. It sucked.

I walk to my room and finish my last bit of homework. School today was a pain in the ass. The teachers are acting like they have a stick up their ass. They always hold a grudge after hell night. They've gave me double the homework I usually get. I haven't been able to talk with any of my friends in my classes let alone look at them. One peep and you get two hour detention. Mariana probably got ten of those. She's always talking her head off. One of the things very interesting about her. There's always something to talk about, it's never boring.

I finish the last sentence and fall on my bed. My spine relaxes causing a bit of pain because of my neck being bended from me looking down at my paper for so long. .

I'm so bored. There has to be some thing to do.

Why don't you go check on the kid.

I sigh and get off my bed. I walk downstairs and go to the basement. Greyson sits on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. I can hear the moving of the controller. I walk over to the other couch and watch him kill people.

"Are you bored?" He asks without looking at me.

I frown. "How did you know?"

"Why else would you come down here?" He smiles.

I laugh. "Yes I am bored."

"Want to gossip?" He asks pausing the game.

I smile. "Sure tell me everything."

"Lucas is seeing someone." He smirks.

My mouth drops. "You're joking."