Ride or Die

Chapter 1: "Coffee Boy"

6 months later

I woke up to the sound of the Vampire Diaries blasting in my ears. I opened my eyes to see my computer nearly falling off the bed, with earbuds blasting the Netflix show in my ears. I guess I fell asleep while watching it last night.

I lazily sat there with my eyes closed, the covers draped over my hips. I jolted straight up at the realization that my baby was still falling off the bed.

"No!" I screamed diving for my precious computer. I grabbed the beautiful piece of technology, huffing a breath of relief as half of my body hangs off the bed.

Uh-oh, I thought as I felt my body slip lower and lower towards the ground. I finally gave up on my futile attempts to pull myself back up to the safety of my bed, letting gravity take over.

When I said I let gravity take over for some reason I wasn't expecting my fall to hurt, or that my twin brother would be watching.

"Ow," I moaned rubbing my head. I looked to the side at my twin brother, doubled over with laughter in my door frame. I stood up and put my computer on my desk, wincing at the sharp pain in my back.

Once my dear brother finally sobered up he turned to me with a raised brow, "Lilly, should I even ask?" At my silence, he shook his head and muttered something under his breath, "Well 9what are you planning on doing for your last day of summer?"

"Nothing." I simply shrugged.

"Well while you do nothing, I'm taking Freddie to the park and Dad is going to work." He mocks salutes me and leaves my room. Without closing the door.

I groan. I hate it when people walk into a room and don't close the door when they leave. And the d*ck head knew it.

"I hate you!" I screamed in annoyance.

"Love you too," he screamed back, and I couldn't help but laugh at our behavior.

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So...

Turns out doing nothing gets boring very fast, therefore I've decided to go to explore the city.

I walk back up to my room. It is on the second floor, which is pretty cool considering our home before was only one story.

Once I reach my bedroom I go straight to my closet. Most of my clothes are too small, considering they're from when I was fifteen. 

Looks like I'm going shopping today.

I sift through my boxes of clothes to find anything that may fit. Finally, finding a half-decent outfit I walk to my bathroom.

I take off my pajamas and undergarments. I look at my body. I had a small waist and nice hips. I lucked out in the boob department and I had a pretty good a**. I was also skinny because of the intense workouts I do, it helps me think. I look at the long ugly scar running the length of my hip. I guess I should be thankful that my scar is easy to hide, considering you can't see it even if I wear revealing clothing.

I look up at my face, my dark wavy hair framing it, and inspect the dark circles under my hazel eyes. My eyes were different than my other siblings' and my dad's. My dad had blue eyes like Freddie and my brother had blue-green hazel eyes, but mine were just like my mother's. I had blue on the outside of my irises, and green as the main color. A mix of brown-gold-yellow bursting from my pupils and mixes in swirls with the other colors. People often tell me my eyes look like peacock feathers.

I looked at my high cheekbones and sharp nose. I'll always have sharper features. Me, my mom, and Dana. I smiled at the thought until it turned sour and I scowled. They both left me.