Raiden's POV!!!!!
Frantically, I search through my clothes, trying to decide on what to wear. And where the hell is Jesse? She said she'd be here. Damn woman.
"Raiden sweetie, you all right?" My mum calls from downstairs.
"Yes, of course." I yell sarcastically. "Have you seen Jesse?"
"Not yet sweetie." Mum replies.
I tilt my head up and roll my eyes at the ceiling. Sweetie. Typical.
Waiting for impending doom, I flop on my bed and wait for the devil's spawn, aka Jesse Rain.
"Honey, I'm home." Jesse's loud, horrific excuse of singing floats upstairs.
"JESSE RAINBOW RAIN, GET YOUR SOON-TO-BE-DEAD ARSE UPSTAIRS. NOW!" I scream.
"Rainbow? What the... oh, hey Anna." Jesse greats my mum.
"Jesse honey, please help my poor son before I have to send him to yet another mental institution." Mum says, sighing loudly. Gee, thanks mum.
"Of course." Jesse stomps upstairs and enters my room, barely acknowledging my boxer clad self, and slams the door. Then she immediately glares at me. Her sapphire blue eyes are filled with anger, her blonde hair all over the place like a stretched out birds nest. Somehow.
Only one person could get her that angry. "What did he do now? Tell me as you sort out my outfit, peasant! You were meant to be here like," I glance at the clock quickly, like a boss, "Half an hour ago!"
"Sorry sorry, your personal stylist has arrived." Jesse exclaims dramatically, and begins rooting through my clothes. Within seconds, she's found me a pair of stonewashed jeans.
"Not my style." I say.
"Tough shit bitch. It is now. You want my help? Shut up and be grateful I arrived." Jesse snaps.
Youch. Silently, I slip into the jeans Jesse chose and put on a pair of socks. After more rooting around, she hands me a dark green plain shirt, which Jesse told me makes my eyes look greener and brighter. I change into that and sit down at my desk whilst Jesse styles my hair. She spikes up my light brown hair like a hedgehog (a sexy hedgehog obviously) at the front. When she's finally done, I have to admit that it looks pretty cool. I grin at Jesse in the mirror. "Thanks Jesse Bear!" I squeal like a girl (no offence) and throw my arms around her petite frame, suffocating her to death.
"You're - uh- welcome." She slowly gasps out.
I finally put her down, still grinning. "Shoes?"
Jesse hands me black military boots, and then perches beside me on the bed as I put them on. "Soooooooo, who's the guy?"
I smile. "Well, his name is Jordan." Laughing evilly on the inside because I know not telling her anything else will annoy her.
"Gimme the goss or I'll ruin your hair." Jesse threatens.
Gasping, I protectively move my hands to cover my hair. "Nuuuuu, not the hair!" I whine pleadingly.
"Tell me."
"On one condition."
"Fine."
"What did Callan do?"
"He ran around in my black lace bra and thong down the street, yelling that I found it kinky and liked him wearing my underwear. Happy? Now tell me."
For a few minutes, I just sit here, unable to say a word. Then I roar with laughter, hands clutching my stomach. "He did what? Jesus wept on a monkey, please tell me someone recorded it."
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I'm With The Boys
HumorJesse Rain is the incredibly sarcastic twin sister of popular boy Lucas Rain. She hangs out with him and his friends, Ryder, Callan and Raiden. And she has to put up with the annoying popular girls that drool all over them 24/7. What she didn't p...