Drop Dead Gorgeous 〰 Jake Fitzgerald

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Lakewood looked as boring as when we first left it. Honestly, the same roads, same houses, and I was only eleven when we left. So when my dearest mother told me we were moving back, I began to plan out the boring life ahead of me.

"Alright, we're here," my dad said as he parked the car in the driveway of our new house.

It was simple, but looked much more spacious than our tiny apartment back in Brooklyn.

I liked Brooklyn, I really did. New York truly was an amazing place, but considering the fact that there was four of us and only two rooms in our apartment, it made it impossible to enjoy. Why? Because my brother, Robin, was a twelve year old piece of shit who didn't respect privacy.

Sleepovers? Big no. Talking on the phone with a friend? Never. Liking some cute guy's picture on Instagram? Impossible. He was always ready to annoy me. It was bad enough that we had to share a room, but he abused that power.

Robin would purposely leave his dirty clothes on my bed, or do some childish twelve year old thing. As revenge, I'd paint his hats or glitz them up with sequins, and he'd go out with friends without even noticing. We went back and forth like that, but really what did we expect? We're siblings, it's what we do.

"Finally. Do you think we can finally get a dog since we have a house now?" Robin asked.

"Shut up, Trashbin. You can't even take care of yourself, how would you even keep a dog alive?" I snarled, getting out of the car.

"Oh please, I can take better care of myself than you ever did."

"Robin I swear-"

"Can you guys stop fighting?" my mom pleaded, looking at us with tired eyes. "The long drive was enough, I don't need any more complications right now."

Robin and I stared at each other before rolling our eyes and walking opposite from each other. Robin rushed inside the house, after my dad, while mom and I stayed to get our things.

"Why did we move back? We were doing great in New York."

"Honey, New York was noisy, crowded, and pretty overrated," she smiled. "Besides, my job will be much easier here since literally nothing ever happens."

My mom was part of the New York Police Department, but now that we were here I guess she was transferring to Lakewood's crappy one.

Obviously she's transferring, Lexa.

"What, are you gonna eat donuts all day?"

She chuckled. "Yeah, something like that."

"I'm just glad I'll be getting my own room."

We both walked inside the house that had already been set up with furniture. My parents had come here every day for the past week with the moving-van people to set up everything, and it actually turned out pretty nice.

"Guess what, Lexa?!" my brother shrieked as he ran down the stairs.

"What?"

"My room is right across from yours!"

"And that's good because...?"

"Because it's my room, not our room."

I finally caught on and high-fived him as we both rushed up the stairs, me lagging behind a little because of my suitcase.

I rushed into my room and left the suitcase at the door, jumping on my bed.

The room still wasn't decorated, but all my furniture was here so that was good.