I Hate Clichès

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"Wake up, sweetheart.  Breakfast is ready."

I groan and turn around, burying my face into my pillow. Unfortunately, before I can do that I feel something holding me in place. Unwillingly, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

I'm in Avery's room, laying in his bed. When I look over at him I see his perfectly defined abs. I have to say for a teenage boy, he's quite fit; add that to an amazing handsome face and bad-boy attitude, and you instantly get Avery James Parker. I bite my lip and I immediately look away, afraid he caught me looking at him, and come on who wouldn't?

"Done checking me out, sweetheart?" He smirks, flexing his muscles even more on purpose.

I scoff and try to contain the blush that is probably that same shade as Taylor swift's lip-stick. "You wish, Parker."

"No, sweetheart. It's you who wishes you could touch this." He says, gesturing to his body.

I smirk and lean close to him, my lips brushing his neck. I lower my voice, making it seductive. He gulps and his eyes go wide."I'd rather kiss a carnival porta-potty than touch you, Parker."

I pull away, laughing at his expression. He glares in return making me laugh harder. "You shouldn't have said that, Williams."

I'm about to ask what he means, when in a spilt movement he's on top of me and starts attacking my sides. A cry escapes my lips and I squirm under him like I've just been electrocuted. Then the hysterics kick in; my eyes water with un-shed tears of joy and I'm pretty sure my face is a bright shade of red.

Here's the thing with me and tickling; I hate it. It makes me feel so helpless. It's my only weakness, besides coffee of course. I don't understand why we laugh when we're tickled- it's not like we enjoy it.

Quickly, I push Avery off me with all my strength and succeed.

"What are you two doing?" A small voice comes from the doorway.

I stand up and smile as soon as I see Charlie and Noah. They both wear truck-themed Pajamas and the sight makes me wish I had a little brother.

"Nothing." Avery and I say in unison. I blush a little and walk over to them.

"What do you boys want for breakfast?" I ask, smiling. Believe it or not I've always loved to cook, it's sort of like a hobby but better. But my one true love will always be drawing. I have dozens of drawings, but I don't want anyone to see them; so I locked them in my closet.

That's another thing, along with scary movies, I also hate criticism.

"Can we have eggs and bacon?" Noah asks, pouting slightly.

I smile and nod.

They smile and run out of the room. I can hear their small footsteps and I laugh at just how adorable they are.

Many people think that being the only child is heavenly, but in reality it gets lonely at times. Even though I have Tyler, who is like my brother; it's not the same. I want to be able to be the big sister, the cool one who helps out and takes the blame for things; the one who lets her little brother or sister eat ice-cream when there not supposed to.

"You never seize to surprise me, sweetheart."

I turn around, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

He smiles again, showing off his adorable dimples and sighs. "I mean that you have no siblings, whatsoever; yet you're so good with kids."

I think about it for a second. I haven't babysit anyone before, I mean I have taken care of my cousins once in a while, but there like my age. I haven't even has a pet yet, so it does make me wonder why I'm good with kids all of a sudden.