I'm Back

Chapter Two

*Pic if NOAH FORD*

Chapter Two

I've come to a conclusion, I'm going to go crazy. Nobody has even walked by for at least an hour and a half. This is torture. Nadia's so cute and the first twenty minutes of playing dolls was fun but then it all went down hill from there. This little girl has more dolls to play with than I ever did and she will not let me leave. Not even to go pee.

And finally!

I hear it. I hear footsteps!
Oh please God, let this be someone who will interrupt this mind-numbingly awful game. I'm sure that when I was her age I bored one of my nannies and my mother to death with dolls but right now I rather be doing anything else.

Then the foot steps got quieter and I could here them walking away.

Nnnooooooooooo!

My only hope gone. I started whacking myself in the head with the baby doll. I didn't even here the door open or Nolan and Nadia leave. All of the sudden the doll I was banging on my head was snatched away. I looked up.

"What are you doing?" Noah asked me.

"Trying to keep myself sane." I answered him.

"Were you playing dolls with Nadia?" I nodded.

"I'm sorry I should have warned you about that." I sat there for two hours holding a Baby doll while Nadia played with her dolls and she wouldn't let me leave.

"Yes, you should have." I gave him a look that could bring even  the largest of men to their knees but he didn't seem all that affected.

"I'm sorry, do you forgive me?" He asked with his adorable single cheek dimple popping out. God, I'm a sucker for dimples. Stay strong, Alexa! You can do this.

"No... Stop it with your stupid dimple... God damn you and your adorable dimple....Mother of fuck.... fine! " I shouted exasperatedly, "I forgive you!" I said. I walked out of the room. I bumped into my brother who was holding a bag of chips and three sandwiches.

"Mom, had Rita make you a sandwich." He said gesturing towards the plate with the three sandwiches. "Do you want to play Call of Duty with Noah and I?"

"I would love too." I nodded yes. I can kick both of their butts in COD. I am actually pretty dang amazing at it. My ex boyfriend from boarding school taught me how and I kicked ass. I walked back into the game room trailing behind him. My brother and Noah smirked at me. I bet it was because they thought they could beat me in Call of Duty.

"Have you ever played COD before?" My brother asked.

"A couple of times..." I said. I really have only played it a couple of times.

"Okay, we'll go easy on you." Adam said.

"Thanks guys." I said as sweetly as possible. Then they handed me a controller and we started to play.

1 hour and 48 minutes later

"Liar. There is no way that you have only played this game a couple of times in you life. You have won every time since we started." Noah said in shock and awe.

"I have been playing this game for years and you can beat me. My little baby sister beat me!" He yelled, slightly outraged. I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Noah and my brother asked at the same time.

"It just a game, guys." I giggled, they were still in shock, so stood up. "I'll bring these down to the kitchen." I said grabbing our dishes and bringing them down into the kitchen where Rita was no where to be seen. I put them in the sink, rinsed them, and put them in the dish washer.