Silent Emotions

4. I will fight you.

The sound of the alarm clock blared in the room. I kicked my legs up and touched skin. Probably Austin's tummy. He groaned and scooted away from my cold toes. The alarm keeps going with none of us willing to get up. Plus it was shaking the whole damb bed. I try once more. Spreading my cold toes on his back this time, he shivered and fell off his own bed. I muffled my laughter by slamming my face against the pillow- still pretending to sleep.

"Waa!" I yelped when I felt my whole body lifted up and slammed back down on the bed. This was his way of waking me up. He'd scoop one side, then flip me. Or he'd full on lift me up and place me back down. He's such a weirdo. This makes me feel like a pancake.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I waved my hands in surrender. He laughs before messing my hair even more. I groaned trying to protect my precious head. "Austin stooooop," I whined with a pouty face. Austin wets his lips and gives me a slobber filled kiss on the cheek making me grimace.

"You're so gross!" I signed before chucking pillows at him. He laughs as he prepares to shower, not minding being pelted by pillows. Before entering the shower, he pauses and signed, "You can go to Amber's room and borrow something to wear."

"You sure?" I signed back. Austin smiled teasingly, "Yeah. They mostly came from you anyway. You girls and your love for shopping. I'll never understand." I threw one last pillow though it hit the door instead. He slams it while laughing. His beautiful laughter filling the bathroom.

I quickly made my way to Amber's room, which is still empty. She hasn't been home for a while now. Not that we're used to having her home anyway. Still, when she does get to go home, we spoil the crap out of her. Rummaging through her closet, I failed to realize she took all the comfy clothes she owns. I guess I'll just have to suck it up and wear one of her dresses.

"Ready?" I signed when Austin looked up from drying his hair with a towel. My eyes traveled down to see he was only wearing boxers. I gulped and felt my lips twitch nervously.

"Almost. Let me get dressed and we'll go," he signed before jumping up and jogging over to his closet. I watched as his toned abs flexed in between movements just from simply putting a shirt on. When he was finally done I looked away to conceal the blush.

"Let's go," I waved him over as I trudged down the stairs. Austin halts in the middle of the stairs when he sees his dad by the door. He fiddles with his fingers, anxiously over thinking everything as always. I smiled and pulled him along and over to where Mark was.

"I made you guys some snacks," Mark hands us the paper bags placed on his lap. He wheels closer to us and hands us one with scribbles of our names. Just like when we were kids. I smiled and thanked him before heading out first to give them some time together.

Looking over my shoulder, a faint smile tugged on my lips at the sight of the two. Austin signed, "Sorry." Which Mark shook his head and joked, "Give me a hug and we'll be even." He opens his arm for Austin to embrace. Austin hugs him quickly before wiping the tears away and jogging over to me. We gave Mark one last wave goodbye before heading to school.

Dead.

Tired.

Plain exhausting.

All words associated with school. I dragged my tired legs down the way too familiar halls and found my locker. After opening it up, I slammed my books in and nearly jumped through the roof to see the same old Basic Bitches.

We call them the Basic Bitches because of the mere fact that all their names start with a B and well, they're bitches. Did I mention they were all related too?

"Well hello Goth Queen," Beverly faked a sweet smile. Her bleached snow hair was curled today. It'd be a shame if I were to grab a chunk out.

"Don't mess with me. What do you want?" I glared at all three. They all cackle thinking I didn't mean a word I said. Bree saunters over with a cheetah like look in her eyes.