Fighting Fire With Fire

Chapter 1

"Who's here?" asked Stevie.

"Honestly, there's like 3 three other cars that aren't even yours parked out there," Elle added as she closed and locked the door behind us.

I racked my brain to try to figure out who's they were, but I have never seen them before. I pull off my black, low cut converses, place them neatly in the closet. The two other teenage girls had already taken off their shoes and were setting down a few bags on the stairs.

We had gone shopping from before and just got home. We hadn't bought too much at all. In total we had 3 small bags from Aldo, 2 plastic bags of clothes from H&M, and finally a small bag of CD's from HMV that Elle had bought since she's such a musicoholic. That's what I call her. A music-alcoholic.

I saw my brother, James pass by the hallway to the kitchen and remembered then. James' firemen friends are here. The very attractive firemen. The cars must be theirs. James brought them other so that they can go out clubbing tonight and then sleep here, since they actually live much farther away. Then that way, they can get ready for their prom here, then leave. That was the first time I ever agreed with my brother bringing many friends over.

James went to a fireman school in more Northern-East Montreal. Which means it's about half an hour away from my house. He graduate from there just two days ago, with his friends that he made there. Well not all. He apparently made one friend in high school that ended up joining my brother and went with him to train to be a firefighter. I must had met him a while ago because I don't remember much of him at all.

After finally figuring out who owned the vehicles parked in front of my house, I answered my best friends, "James' firefighter friends must be here already," They were suppose to be here around 6:30 at night. It's almost five o'clock.

I looked up at my friends after picking up some bags to carry to my room. Their mouths were dropped open and eyes bulging out.

Elle reacted first, "Em!" she shouted in a whisper. She grabbed my arm and dashed up the stairs to my room; the first door you see, right in front of the stairs. She pulled the door open pushing both, Stevie and I in, and slamming it shut. "Oh gosh! Yay! Hot firemen!" She cheered.

I rolled my eyes to make it look like I don't really care.

"Oh please," It was Stevie speaking this time. "You're gonna seriously tell me that you're not excited to see beautiful, sexy firemen?" Her face said that she wasn't buying it.

Truth is, I'm filled with joy and happiness and excitement. But James. James is the problem. He is way over protective, stubborn, rude, and obnoxious. I went to prom without a date because he wouldn't allow me to have one. Although, he does has his reasons. After our dad left us when I was 3 years old and James was 7 years old. Also my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Luckily though, she survived through it and is now alive and healthy. So the last thing I need is James nagging me about how I shouldn't been checking out his friends and that I don't need a guy right now. He's really bossy.

I moved my right hand to the back of my neck and rubbed it abit in a sign of defeat. I sighed, "Well yeah I'm excited."

Stevie gave me a strange look through the mirror as she let down her long, thick, light brown hair. She started to play with her perfect, natural waves. Then she turned around and looked at me with her hazel eyes. They were mostly green-ish. "Then what's the problem?"

Elle cut in before I had a chance to speak, "Is it James?" She turned her head towards me after fixing up her mascara. Elle, or Lily, her real name, was our little hippie in the group of friends. She was a tiny girl, and a little shy when you first meet her. Although, once she gets comfortable with you, she transforms into this outgoing, funny and sarcastic person. Also, she can easily read people. So I bet that she was able to tell how I felt, and why. She had very blond, gold hair that reached to her belly button. With a pair of very light brown eyes to go perfectly with her appearance.