The Wrong Guy

2. Pizzazz

"I can't believe you just popped out of nowhere like that."  I comment as Ron drives us home.

Danny had a smug look on his face from the whole commotion he caused at school today. He just had to make my last day about him.

"Like I said if you picked up your phone thi-" I cut him off "Bullshit and you know it." He laughs.

Ron pulled up our driveway and helped Danny with his bags. I raced inside to go get some wiped cream. He thinks he's getting away that easy? I got a plastic plate and filled it with cream. After that I headed towards the boys and slammed the whole thing in Dans face. He gasped at first, using one hand to wipe the cream off his eyes so he can see.

I started laughing so hard it hurt to laugh more. My eyes even started to water. Dan exchanged looks with Ron and they both nodded. This isn't good. They both drop their bags and charge at me. Shoot!

I turn on my heel and run. Jumping over boxes and turning, spinning around tables and chairs. I turned to the right trying to get to the back yard but the door was locked. Keys!

I could hear them getting closer. I scavenge for the keys, when I found them I open the door and ran out, Ron almost caught my hand. I sighed in relief...then suddenly I'm tackled to falling we land into the pool.

Our heads go underwater and may I just say something....it's FREEZING. My face reaches the top of the water and I gasp for air. I hear them laughing but am to caught up in my own problems, cold problems.

I paddle to the steps and get out my clothes soaked. I turned around and glared at Danny in the pool grinning. He could feel my anger and shut up. When he did so did Ron and I lift my head to glare at him. I growled in frustration. And walked back into the house.

I didn't care if I was going to wet the floor, I'm cold and wet thanks to those two morons. I can't believe they did that. I get that I started it but it was only whipped cream dammit.

I stormed up the stairs and grabbed a towel from my room. I head straight for a hot shower before I freeze.

I got out the shower relieved. As soon as I opened my closet I realized everything was already packed it boxes for the move. Dammit! I groaned in frustration. I walked over to the closest box. It was Trevor's box. He already went back a week ago to start school there. Probably staying with the old gang.

Who's Trevor? Well he is my other half, my insignificant other, my twin brother. I am going to live in a house of men. My father and two brothers. Not to mention my brothers monster friends I have to deal with.

I pulled out a random top, some random shorts and a cap. I headed downstairs trying to avoid he boys in the kitchen.

"Hey Ash get over here." Danny call me pulling me into the kitchen. Curse him and all that damn military training. He's strong.

"Let me go Dan." I shout slapping his hands off me. He laughs. Ron could have helped me.

"You've started stealing clothes now." Ron comments on the obviously huge shirt that's almost hiding the shorts. The boys in this family somehow no matter what seem to be tall as hell. I'm tall but they always seem to beat me.

"All my clothes are packed in one of the boxes down here." I point to the boxes in the living room. They both laugh.

"I couldn't even recognize you earlier at the school." Dan sighs. What isn't that rude? "Wow thanks big brother that's awfully nice of you." I comment getting up.

"No no..." he pulls me back to a chair, "...that's not what I meant and you know it." He says.

"Do I?" I look up at him from the corner of my eye. Ron sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "You know she's like this."