My Average Not-so-Normal Love Story

My Average Not-so-Normal Love Story (3)

A/N: OK so I should officially be hated on Wattpad. I haven't uploaded in like a year. But to any of those people who still actually read this story, thank you so so much. I hope you enjoy this really boring chapter! And the picture on the side is of Taylor Lancaster!

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Taylor’s POV

    I woke up not to the sound of an alarm clock, but to the sound of two seven year old twin boys running around my room screaming like there’s no tomorrow.

    “Ugh!” I groaned and pulled my quilt up above my head. I felt sudden weight on the bottom of my bed. Then Ethan and Evan were crawling onto my stomach and pulling my covers down from my face.

    “Taylor……. Oh Taylor……” Evan cooed.

    “What do you want?” I asked, annoyed.

    “Well, Mom told me and Evan here to come in and WAKE YOU UP!!!” Ethan said, screaming the last part, making me pop out of bed and knock both of them off.

    “What the crap Ethan?” I yell back, now fully awake and irritated.

    “Mom! Taylor said a bad word!” Evan screamed.

    “Taylor, don’t say bad words in front of your brothers!” My mom yelled from the kitchen.

    “Mom, they were yelling in my face to get me out of bed!”  I replied

    “Boys, don’t yell at your sister!” My mom said. I stuck my tongue out at them. They retreated from my room in defeat. I moaned and laid back down in my bed, hoping to get just 5 more minutes of sleep.

    “Taylor, you better be out of that bed and getting ready. It’s already 6:15. You only have 15 minutes until your bus comes!” I heard my mom’s shrill voice say. I rolled over in my bed and looked at the vintage alarm clock on my dresser. She was right, and I need to go.

    I threw my covers back and rolled my feet onto my plush off-white carpeting. I started to walk out to the kitchen, following the scent of fresh cooked bacon and eggs. The twins, Ethan and Evan, were sitting at the table fighting over the strawberry jelly for their toast. My step-dad, Vince, was holding Peyton, the newest addition to the Lancaster family. He was fast asleep in Vince’s arms, his red hair just visible above the blue blanket he was swaddled in. My mom was by the stove, her equally red hair tied up in a bun high on her head.

    “Hey mom,” I said, leaning in and hugged her around the waist.

    “Hey sweetie,” She replied, her temper already gone from 5 minutes ago.

    I walked down a hallway to the bathroom that I shared with my 4 other siblings. Jenny and Julia were hogging it, like always.  They were twins too, and defiantly identical. Even my mom had trouble telling them apart. From their brilliantly green eyes, to their cute little freckles, they looked exactly the same. They even had their fiery red hair cut in the same way, shoulder-length with straight bangs across their foreheads. They were only 3 years younger than me. Jenny and Julia were totally inseparable, including when they got ready in the morning. Which is why I was stuck waiting outside the bathroom, banging on the door waiting for them to finally be done primping for their day.

    “Ugghh! Come on guys! You’ve probably been in there for a half an hour already!” I yelled through the still closed door. 

    “Shut-up Taylor. There’s no reason to be jealous just because were the only ones in this family who actually care what we look like! Unlike you we have a sense of style!” Jenny, or Julia, I couldn’t be sure, replied.