AMACon Book 2 Extension

Runaway - 8 Days Prior

"Thirdy! Breakfast's ready! Go down already! Mom made flapjacks!"

I remained quiet once I heard him squealing by my room's doorstep.

He kept on knocking but it didn't annoy me. He'd never annoy me. "Thirdy!!! I'm sorry! I know it was me! I know you won't come out of your room because I snuck into your room last night and took the game without your permission! I shouldn't have played Assassin's Creed on my own!" He started thumping the door with his fists. "But I only played one mission! Only one!"

"Oh, stop it Basty. The doofus won't come out whatever you say. That's what doofuses are all about. They like staying in their rooms doing nothing but be lame." I was just about to chuckle at my little brother's initiative to pull me out of my sheets. Until my sister came out of her room and started to open her mouth. I should've sold her off to Toph while I had the chance. They'd make a lovely couple.

"But Mom and Dad are mad already. He should really come ou-"

"Don't you get it? Mom and Dad are already mad at him but he still won't come out of his room. There I was thinking he was brave." My sister let out a meek and grimaced giggle. "Turns out he was just another idiot."

"But Cee..."

"No buts kiddo. You need to go to soccer practice in 45 minutes."

"I hate soccer on Saturdays. I just want to stay hom-"

"And what?" She laughed. "Play video games? By the way, are you even old enough to play Assassin's Creed? Isn't that kinda gory and mature and everything?"

"Yeah, I am! And it's not gory! It's fun! You wanna try later in my room? But you can't tell Mom and Dad." With Basty's age, he still wasn't qualified to play the game. But I allowed him to play it with me one time when I bought it. I was too stoked to play it alone. And since my brother was still better at handling the joystick than most of my friends, it was a no brainer on who I wanted to have as my Player 2. We've been Creed buddies since then.

So yeah, I was actually quite pissed when I heard him play it without me. But then again he was a better player than I was. He was never boastful even if I was pretty much dragging him down when we play multiplayer. He was still the kid who'll gleefully ask for my high five when he clears a level.

"Ugh." A grimaced whine. "Games are for kids. I am not a kid anymore."

"You're a kid too you know? You're just five years older than m... Hey! Why are you even up this early on a Saturday? You always stay in bed till noon right? What's good?"

"Adult stuff." I pictured her smile and her irritating dimples as I squiggled myself deeper inside my blanket. Dad had cute ones and I find it weird on why I see my sister's dimples as little pits that lead to hell. "And you're not just four years younger than me. You'll get me too once you reach high school Bast-"

"Celestine! Sebastian! Get down here! Breakfast's ready!" My back stiffened at my Dad's voice. I then heard footsteps getting fainter. "How about Thirdy?" I heard Basty shout—he was still by my doorstep.

"Let him be!" Dad yelled back.

"Told'ya." Celestine's voice and the sound of steps on the staircase echoing shortly afterwards—her voice a little fainter than it was a while ago. "He'll come out when he comes out. He'll come out either ways Basty. He lacks the balls to stay in his room and die."

"Celestine!" I heard Dad shout.

"What???"

"Get your foul mouth down her-"