Intricate

Amber: III

(Amber)

Two hours later and my clothes are drenched. (In case you didn't notice, I actually forgot my bathing suit and Waverly forced me to surf in my shorts and tee.)

"Wa-aH-AHHHHHHH-" Waverly looks down at her phone and frowns.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"No worries, it was just Chip; my mom wants me back at the house. Something about my dog and explosive diarrhea; I dont even know."

Ardvarka, the poor dog, was adopted by the Louis family about a year ago. No wonder she has a poo poo problem.

I hug Waverly goodbye and I trudge home, the happiness of the surf competition evaporating along with the water in my clothes.

When I get home, Preston is sitting on the couch watching old home surfing videos and Weston is typing away on the computer. In case you haven't noticed already, my parents are almost always gone. My dad is the host of The Cheese Cube: an extremely cheesy game show where the contestant must answer stupid facts about cheese. It's apparently very popular with adults aged 56 and up.

My mom is a professional blogger. Or at least that's what she tells us. Don't ask me what she blogs about, because Preston and Weston have both tried hacking her profile, but she's smart enough to delete her history.

Preston and Weston are my twin older brothers. I think my parents might have been high when they named them at the hospital, but when I ask them they just deny it. My brothers both have tan skin, brown hair and the knack for getting in trouble like me, but that's where the similarities end.

Preston has a cliche surfer's vocabulary and the typical interests of mostly all high school boys. Weston, however, has an obsession with business, power, and money. He thinks its never too late for getting started with your future, so he works two jobs on the weekends.

Back to the now. I stand in front of Preston's old surf videos to attempt to capture his attention long enough to tell him my good news.

"Amber, move before I make you move. I'm trying to see what I need to improve on for the competition. You know, the one you haven't ever competed in,"

"WELL ACTUALLY-"

"CAN YOU KIDS NOT? I AM TRYING TO BLOG UP HERE!" Mom, sweet Mom. Never sugarcoats anything. Always has little bits of Tumblr in her vocabulary.

Preston looks at me like I'm just a pest interrupting his otherwise pleasant day. I decided the only way to get his attention is to unplug the freaking thing.

"WAVERLY GOT US A SPOT IN THE COMPETITION, SO SUCK ON THAT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"

"AMBER! I am trying to work here, unlike some people," Weston joined in as he shifted his glare to Preston.

"Just because I have a lady in my life and you don't, doesn't mean you can hate on my lifestyle!"

"YOU ARE SO ASKING FOR IT!"

Needless to say, we got grounded for a week.