Rebellious

What If?

~Chapter Sixteen: What If?

Roar_Jungle ©~

(AN: There is music in the sidebar, so please before you begin reading this chapter, please listen to the music on repeat as it'll add the effect I have planned out for this chapter :) Thanks! Enjoy!

P.S: Picture on the side is what Jesse's hair looks like :)

Aimlessly walking around the store, my newly dyed hair is resting against my back. Plastic bags are held tightly in my hands as my family and I hunt around for possible presents for the upcoming holiday. Gina and I are huddled around a rack of shirts while the boys are off galavanting somewhere within the mall.

"What about this one for Beau?" Gina muses as she holds up a shirt. It's navy blue, almost black, and has 'dork' sprawled across the front of the shirt in big white font.

"Yeah, I think he'd wear that," I agree. My fingertips brush over the many fabrics but I still can't decide on what to buy for my older cousins. The twins being born in May and Beau in June, I'm the youngest because I'm born at the end of December.

My hands flick through the multiple t-shirts and a deep red one catches my eye.

"What about this one for Luke?" I call across the shop and hold out the item for Gina to see. She nods her head eagerly and strides towards me.

"It's perfect for him. I've always loved red on him." Gina states. Gripping the shirt tightly, I continue to search through the rack to find a present for my cousins.

Strolling up and down the multiple racks, a shirt that has Adidas sprawled across it catches my eye. Reaching up and lifting it off the rack, I inspect the item and put it in the hand that is holding Luke's shirt. Searching through the same rack, my fingertips brushing over the material, I turn away and sift through the rack next to it. Stepping away empty handed, I huff out a breath and stride over to Gina.

"I've got Luke and Jai's pressies but I can't find anything for Beau." I complain.

"Hmmm..." Gina mumbles. Tugging on my arm, she tows me towards a rack with dark coloured shirts. Her hands are a blur as she searches through the different t-shirts. Checking the size, she rips it off the rack and holds it out. "This one."

"Are you sure?" I ask, uncertainty clear in my voice.

"Absolutely sure."

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Strolling towards the food court, Gina and I have plastic bags full of presents for the boys. My eyes glance around the busy and noisy area for fans but we seem to be in the clear.

Collapsing on a chair, I place all of my bags onto the table and run my fingers through my hair.

"I feel exhausted and we've only been at this for an hour." I admit sheepishly.

"It's been a long day," Gina says as she looks up from her phone.

The squeaking of shoe soles on linoleum catches my attention and I whip my head up to find the source of the irritating noise.

"And here they come," I mutter under my breath as the three siblings stalk towards us. Quickly tugging at the plastic bags, I shove them under the table.

"I still can't get over your hair Jesse. It's so weird." Luke comments as he sits down.

"Well, get used to it." I bark. "I'm actually surprised you don't have a pack of girls following you." Eyebrows are raised at my comments but nothing is said. An awkward silence settles over the table and I begin to pick at the skin around my nails.