The Eternal Triangle

Butt whoopin'

A/N I am so so so sorry for not posting this weekend or next weekend so here are a few chapters to make up for it. Hope you enjoy! ;)
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"Hey, momma," I said as I walked into the kitchen and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The other girls greeted my mom after I had with a chorus of "Hey, Aunt Sophie,".

My mom gave us a warm smile "Hello girls, lunch is on the table." She gestured to the crowded kitchen table. It had art supplies scattered everywhere. Paints, crayons, markers you name it. And in the center was a plate of sandwiches. Seems like little Picasso was at work again.

"Okay, thanks mom," she nodded and went back to what she was doing. I breathed a small laugh and sat down and grabbed myself a turkey sandwich and a napkin. April did the same and sat next to me.

Kayla gasped, "Lacy-bug! What a beautiful painting!" She came in and leaned over her little sisters art. "Thanks, Kaylee!" Her sister exclamed from her chair. Lacy turned around and gave Kayla a toothy grin. She was missing her two front teeth and she was absolutely too adorable for her own good. Lacy is six and is the youngest one of us. Logan is twelve and Branson, April's devil of a brother, is fourteen.

I smiled. I was fond of the two sisters and their cute family moments. They look and act alot alike, with there blonde hair and fair skin with a natural blush. And they were both mouthy and don't have a filter. They speak there mind and don't stop talking for anything. The only differences were that Lacy was a girly girl and had blue eyes where as her sister has emerald ones and hates most girly things. Sometimes they fought but all siblings do and it's almost always because Lacy is invading Kayla's personal space or Lacy broke her things. I have similar fights with my brother, Logan.

"Jess, can you get the juice from the fridge? I'm gonna go get the boys." My mother said. I nodded and got up from my place at the table and opened the fridge. I looked at our selection of juices and I cursed. My mother didn't specifically ask for a certain juice.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I'll just grab the - I looked at the selection. We have orange, apple, grape, cranberry, and fruit punch.

"Hmm which one?" I bit my lip. Logan likes apple, Branson likes grape, and I like cranberry, but I'm in kind of a grape mood today. . .

"Grape it is then," I decided and put the juice on the counter and grabbed me a glass out of the cabinet. After I pored my delicious purple drink I turned around to walk back to the table when I hear multiple running feet and the distinctive bark of my dog, Grayson.

I had the glass to my lips ready for the refreshing liquid when, from the corner of my eye I see them. As they run past me I have to lift my glass above my head making sure I don't make a mess and spin around so that I don't get pushed. I end up running back into the counter. I set the glass down and put my hands on either side of it to steady myself.

The hooligans.

I sigh and shake my head. "Will ya watch where you're going next time? You almost made me spill my juice, and I wouldn't have been the one to clean it up." I snapped. I looked at the blue eyed boy who was munching on a bologna sandwich and had mayo on his cheeks.

He stopped chewing "Sorry, Jess," Branson said with his mouth full to the brim. I scrunched my face in disgust.

"Gross, Branson, chew with your mouth closed. You weren't raised by animals." April scolded mimicking my disgusted expression.

Branson rolled his eyes and, once again spoke with his mouth full "I'm sorry your highness, my greatest apologies for upsetting you." All the while spitting with every word.

"Ew, gross! You disgusting little -" April was inturupted by her mother walking into the kitchen. Heather narrowed her eyes and raised a challenging eyebrow. "Little what?"

I felt my eyebrows raise and my eyes widen. Uh-oh. I'm out.

I set my glass down and made out of there faster than the frickin wind. Kayla, Lacy, and Logan not far behind.

I thought I heard April say something about how she loves us too? That's nice of her. I should tell her later on that we feel the same way. . .

Haha, I just really don't want to be in the room when Heather releases her motherly fury. Hope she doesn't blame us for our cowardly ways.
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"How am I supposed to kick butt and take names in these!?" Kayla exclamed in outrage. We were trying on our mission gear. We were required to learn how to fight in heavy or compromising clothes in different circumstances. We had already done jeans and sneakers, shorts and tube tops, armor- because why not -, and football gear - don't ask.

And for this circumstance it's what all or most women dread, heels.
And no woman dreaded the heel more than my friend, Kayla Lyn.

"Come on, Kayla. Its not that bad," April tries to reassure, but Kayla's not having it.

"Not - not that bad!?" Kayla sputtered. "What do you mean, 'Not that bad'!?"

I rolled my eyes. "She means not that bad, Kayla. Just deal with it."

Kayla scoffed at me. "Who's side are you on?" She pointed an accusing finger at me. "You don't like heels either. Why are you agreeing with the enemy!?" Her voice grew louder.

I laughed at her. "Stop being so dramatic they're just shoes. Grow up would you?"

She gasped and put a hand over her heart, feigning hurt. "Excuse you. Age is a given, maturity is a choice. I act this way because I can," she shrugged.

April and I chuckeld.

"Of course," April said, while shaking her head. I crossed my arms across my chest and sighed. "We'd expect nothing less,"

"That's right," Kayla lifted her chin with pride. "Because I'm extra."

April and I shared a glance then looked back at Kayla. "Yes, yes you are."

She started to protest, but then stopped herself. "Well," she shrugged."At least we're all in agreement."

I snorted and adjusted the top of my dress.

"All right, girlies, let's see what ya got," Aunt Heather declared as she walked in wearing a beautiful black ball gown that went down to the floor and fit her curves in all the right places. Normally we only get to see her in track suits and gym attire and sometimes jeans, but in the dress she looked stunning. She even put a clip in her hair to pull back her bangs.

"Wow, mom, you look great," April praised. Kayla and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Aunt Heather. You look Hot." Kayla added."Smoken' Hot," I agreed.

"Thank you," she acknowledge, but she looked like she kinda already knew. The confidence this woman has.

Me and the others were wearing simple knee length baige silk gowns with some spy gadgets in our hairand and in our jewelry. Our earings are communication devices, the necklaces are cameras. And under our dresses we had a thigh belt with a small pistol, sleeping darts, and a knife. Our shoes, I think are the coolest part. You can take the heel off and they become flats. The heels turn into blades. But the best thing is, all of our stuff was made by the best.

Kayla's dad, Lesley Lyn. The awesome-est, coolest, scientist/engineer, I have ever met. He didn't invent nor come up with the idea of the shoes, but he perfected them and put them in all of our heels. He's really, truly amazing.

He's also the best and only fatherly figure us kids have, so there's that.

"Ya'll ready?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For what?" I asked feigning innocence. They all gave me unimpressed looks.

"Let's go," Heather said shaking her head.

"Where? Where are we going?"

"Knock it off, Jess." April said.

"But I don't understand," I said dramatically waving my arms around.

Kayla scoffed."Shut it, Johnson," "Make me, Lyn," I challenged.

She turned around and narrowed her eyes. "You wanna go?"

"That depends," I shrugged. "Wanna get a serious butt whoopin'?"