I Hate Clichès

Stereotypical Parties and Avery the Angel

The next morning I wake up exhausted. After Grace's visit, which consisted of trying to find the 'right look' for me and waxing every inch of hair off my legs and armpits; She gave me a final make-up plan for me to follow.

I stand and put on grey shorts with a purple hulk tank-top. Pulling my hair up into a messy-bun, I hear someone knocking on the door.

Quickly, I walk down the stairs and open the door.

"Hey, Lia!" Before I can react I'm being tackled to the ground. When I look up, I smile at the sight of the twins. They both giggle and stand up, leaving me breathless on the floor.

"Need help?" Avery asks with a smirk.

"No I'm fine." I mumble. I stand up and look at he boys. All of them have on blue backpacks, while Avery carries a huge bag filled with toys. He looks like he's struggling and I laugh.

"Need help, Avery?" I ask, copying his tone and matching his famous smirk.

In response, he sends me a glare.

"Alright guys, come in and we can watch a movie." I say, walking Charlie and Noah into the living room.

"Do your parents know we're here?" Avery asks.

I shake my head. "No, but I'll go tell them."

Just as I'm about to walk up the stairs, I feel Avery grab my wrist. I gasp in pain, and pull my wrist back. Even though it's only been a while since Tyler and I fought, my wrist still hurts.

"Are you alright?" Avery asks, looking at me with concern in his blue eyes.

Turn away from him and examine my wrist. Sure enough, hues of purple and green wrap around my wrist like a bracelet.

"Did I hurt you?" Avery asks and this time he turns me around. His eyes scan down my arm and land on my wrist. As soon as he sees the bruise, his eyes seem to go darken and his expression is full of anger.

"I need to go wake up my mom." I say hurriedly and run up the stairs before he can say anything else.

I walk into my moms room and shake them awake. Steph groans and opens her eyes.

"What is it baby girl?" She asks, sleepiness in her voice.

"Mom, Avery and his little brothers are here." I say, gently.

Her eyes widen a bit and she smiles. "Why don't you help them settle in and make breakfast for them. Mom and I are going into town to get groceries."

"Okay, what should I do until you come back?" I ask, nervously.

"Baby girl, there are two 4 year-old boys and one 17 year-old teenager in our house right now. I'm sure you'll be occupied. Also I trust you will behave." She smiles.

"Okay, mom. By the way can you bring me my favorite-"

"Ben and Jerrys' cookie dough ice cream?" She smirks. "Yes, as long as you do your chores."

"Thanks mommy!" I smile.

I'm about leave when I hear her call my name again.

"Yeah mom?" I ask.

"There's a teenage boy downstairs, so please put on more clothes than that." She says, gesturing to my current wardrobe.

"Um, okay. Can I borrow mommy's The Fault In Our Stars sweater, please?" I say, trying not to seem uncomfortable.

"Yeah, baby girl." She says, standing up.

Eagerly, I grab the sweater and run into my room. I take my tank and switch it for the sweater. Originally it was mine, but after my mom read The Fault In Our Stars, she wanted to keep it. I had to give it to her, I knew how much she loved that book. But now, I want it back.