Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.

Chapter 5 - Mario Kart

We arrived at my house shortly after Ashton finished his call. I lived like a stones throwaway from Michael's house.

My house plan was simple. A little portion of a yard that mom liked to tend to. A garage dad and his motor friends live. And our petite little bungalow.

I knocked on the door because till then, we haven't installed a door bell yet. But that slight issue never seemed to bother us, so we didn't rush. "Hi!" Mom greeted us all. She gave everyone that passed through the door a quick hug. "Hey, Mrs. Rodriguez," Michael spoke on behalf of everyone. "Hey mom," I spoke for myself.

"Come on in. I told Arzaylea to go out for a bit, to distract herself," Mom told me and the boys. "Okay, I'm gonna go hang out at the living room then," I said taking Michael's hand and indicating everyone else to follow me with my other hand.

Once we reached the living room, I sank into a beanbag we had and let it swallow me. "Whoa! You have a gaming console?" Michael said observing a gaming console we had. It was their first visit at my house. I've never had them over because on most days, the house would be in a complete wreck. I figured that it'd be okay for them to come over that time because mom probably cleaned up the place for the precious jewel of her eye, Arzaylea. Yeah, I'm more of a papa's little girl, Arz was mama's little girl and Arzel was both, no kidding.

Anyway, back to Michael's amazement. "Yeah, it's my brother, Arzel's," I told him. "Your brother is Arzel?" He asked again. "Yes, Arzel is my goddamn brother," I told him again.

"I heard my name," Arzel popped into the scene. My older brother went over to me and ruffled my hair, "How's it goin' little sis." "Arzel!" I said, disliking the ruffling of hair. He laughed then looked over to my friends, "Hey! I know you guys, heard you guys play before. It was awesome," Arzel complimented. "Thanks mate," Luke smiled and did some kind of guy handshake thing with Arzel that I didn't even bother to pay attention to.

"Arz is back," Arzel said to me. "Yeah I know, saw her in the band room today," I huffed. "What the hell was she doing there anyway? How did she even get in," Arzel started to question. And I didn't know the answer, so I told him. "I don't know."

"Meh, let's get this dinner party over with," He sighed. Despite of me being very anti-social around family members and not always at home, I'm the closest to Arzel. Compared to Arzaylea, I'm way closer to Arzel. Compared to my mom, I'm way closer to Arzel. Compared to my dad, I'm way closer to Arzel.

He left the room and I pulled out my phone. I messed around on social medias and played games.

I looked up from my phone and felt like I was missing out on time. The boys, not including Luke, but including Arzel, were on the floor playing Mario Kart on the telly.

Luke was sitting down on the couch, watching them play. He laughed when Ashton's player went straight off the cliff, "Dammit! I thought I saw the finish line there!"

His low innocence gave me the courage to move over to the couch he was sitting on. "Hey," I said, sitting down next to him. He jumped a little, alarmed by my sudden presence. I giggled. "S-s-sorry, I thought you were-". "Arzaylea?" I asked, unimpressed, "Yeah fuck that." He flinched a little.

"Why don't you like being mistaken for your sister?" His brows furrowed into a disappointing frown. This boy really knows nothing. "Who likes being shadowed by anyone? Even worse, by your own sister," I told him. "Fair point," he nodded lightly, but I had a feeling that my point wasn't fair enough to him.

"OHMYGOD YES," Michael shouted. "I WON," he shouted again. And true enough, he won first place. Calum came in second, Ashton third and Arzel fourth. "HAHAHA, ARZEL WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED," I yelled to my brother, it didn't even sound like a question. "Shut up Azalea," his sour face replied. "Awww, is little baby Arzy Warzy gonna cry now," I cooed. Everyone else laughed, including him. "Shut up!" He laughed again before he threw his controller at me. I caught it before it hit my face, luckily. "Hey!"

"Serves you right bitch," He stuck his tongue out like a 6 year old.

"Asshole," I blew a raspberry to him.