BEX POV
"Your room has the most awesome view." Zi comments, re-adjusting his DC hat on top of his black, emo-styled hair.
"Yeah, Camber had a good view too." I murmur, staring out. From where I lay on my bed, I can see the jagged, intimidating rock cliffs, and the cold, blue-gray water beneath. It's pouring outside, the clouds angry at the world.
"She's weird." Zi wrinkles his nose, which irritates me.
"No, she's not. She has been through more than you could ever imagine, so just don't go there. If anyone's weird-it's me." I snap, feeling the need to defend my silent foster sister. She's the only one that really gets me.
"Yeah, yeah. Lets go get food." Changing the subject, he happily hops up, and heads to the kitchen, in search of anything edible.
"Lzzy, babe, I haven't seen you in a while." I hear him greet her, before I actually see the two of them.
"You saw me freaking yesterday. You're always here. You have a house, right?" Lzzy sounds frustrated, and I know why. It's her night to cook, and she's possibly the worst chef ever. No lie.
"Calm Lz, don't get your panties in a wad." Those are fighting words. Zi's dead. Not walking in to intervine, I stay where I am, and happily eavesdrop on the promised fight.
"Ziyn Chavert. You do not want to go there with me while I have a knife in my hand." Of course Zi would chose the time she has a deadly weapon in her hand, to screw around.
"Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friiieeenndddssss?." Ziyn randomly belts out, causing me to burst out laughing. Leave it to Ziyn to start singing horribly in he middle of a fight.
"Bex-y, come out, come out wherever you are." He continues, in this fake, high-pitched voice. Rolling my eyes, I walk around the corner to see Zi sitting in a kitchen stool, arms folded casually, a lazy grin slapped on his face. Lzzy, on the other side of the island, is clutching the knife she was using, and glaring daggers into the back of his head. Oh, the love they have for each other. Not.
Hey guys, put the claws up." I tease, sending a warning with my eyes to the both of them. Their fights are playful, but little do they know, I'm scared of the day one turns serious. Zi may be my best friend, my only friend, ut Lzzy's family.
"Whatever, is mom and Camber home from their appointment yet?" Lzzy sighs, setting her knife down, obviously giving up on making dinner. The place reeks with the smell of burnt food, and I think I see, out of the corner of my eye, a burn spot on her apron.
"Yeah, I heard Camber come up about ten minutes ago." I recall, hearing her faint thudding, as she walked down the hall, to her room.
"Damn, how do you think this one went?" She grabs the landline, probably getting ready to order takeout.
"The same. Camber just sits there while Carol confides in the doctor. Doc claims there's nothing they can do, Carol breaks down, and Camber probably had a panic attack at one point." Shrugging, I feel both pairs of eyes on me, intrigued. They've never been to one of her appointments. As a matter of fact, I'm the only kid that has, becasue I had had an appointment right after. I'm also the only kid that knows her past, the full sotry, the uncensored version.
"Well then. What do you want to eat, chinese or pizza?"
"Camber. Dinner." I bang on her plain, wooden door again, for the third time. Knowing her, she was probably listening to her music to loud to hear me.
Right as I'm about to knock one last time, it opens. Only a couple inches taller than me, we're almost at eye contact. But, of course, like always, she looks away immediatly. The doctors say it's part of her 'thing', confrontation and eye contact scare her I guess.
"Dinner. We're having pizza." I see her slight head nod, and take it as a good sign. Maybe things will get better with her after all.
*A/N this chp. was cut short, but the fun is coming later! Promise :D.
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Photo on the side is of Zi played by Jordan Holland...minus the tats and gauges xD
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