Pretty Weird.

Chapter One

"I cannot believe my first tattoo is my twin sister's nickname." Oliver commented looking down at his wrist at the small cursive Jay that was just tattooed into his skin.
"Speak for yourself it's my second." I commented Oli was printed in his handwriting on my own wrist just a little below my first tattoo that said Pretty Weird in type writer font.
"You would have a Panic! At The Disco tat." He shook his head.
"Don't come for me. Brendon Urie is a gift from God himself." I defended as Oliver pulled into the driveway driving up the long winding road before stopping in front of the medium sized modern house. As we got out I raised an eyebrow seeing Xander's motorcycle parked in the driveway. He should be in Stanford. Oliver simply shrugged before following me inside. King, our three month old blue nose pit bull, and Zeus, our one year old husky, ran up immediately jumping on us.
"Mom?" We entered the kitchen where Xander, Brayden, and her were cooking.
"What are you doing?"
"Cooking dinner. Your fathers boss and family are coming home for dinner so we have a lot to do."
"I'm gonna head off ma'am. I finished up." Sue our housekeeper let us know. Mom nodded thanking her before turning back to making dinner.
"Heard he's got a son." Brayden commented returning back to the prior conversation.
"Good. Jay could use a man in her life." Xan wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"Oh shut up."
"Yeah she likes Clifford. Don't forget about him."
"Shut up I do not." I snapped
"Debatable."
"What is it attack your sister day?"
"I mean isn't that everyday?"
"Alexander lay off her." Mom scolded playfully.
"I will for now."
"Annoying ass."
"How about you all get ready for dinner rather than argue. They'll be here in an hour and a half."
"I call shower."
"You do realize that there are four showers I can choose from right."
"I don't appreciate your tone of voice James."
"Get in line Brayden."
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"So if Xander came home where is Cat?" I sat down at my vanity running my brush through my wet curls. I rolled my eyes at my unnaturally red haired best friend.
"Michael my twenty-three year old sister is never gonna go for you.
"Hey three years difference is nothing."
"It's everything when she's in year two of grad school and we're college juniors." He shrugged watching me flat iron my hair.
"I like it better curly." He commented sitting next to me looking at both our reflections.
"So does Oli."
"You should do my hair."
"Oh babe that would fry your hair more than it already is. Also Mom wants to know if you staying for dinner. She making homemade ravioli and meatballs."
"Then hell yeah." Michael and I have been friends since we met. He moved in next door to us when we were three but we became close in middle school when some guy thought it'd be funny to pants me. Usually my ten year old self woulda fucked up the guy but my lovely twin brother was sick so I was there alone. So instead I burst into tears until Michael punched him in the face. Since then we've been inseparable he's like me and Oli's triplet.

"So does this mean I have to like go home and change or?" I looked at what Michael was wearing ripped jeans and a random band tee our usual attire.

"I mean I don't plan on putting anything crazy on you should be fine."

"That means you gotta let me choose your outfit. So I don't look too under dressed." I rolled my eyes.

"Fine go pick it out hurry up." I began doing my make up quickly adding a small wing and lashes.

"Getting all dolled up for his son?" I rolled my eyes as Oliver sprawled out on my bed.

"Actually just trying to look nice at dinner with my family and Dad's boss whom also happens to be a music producer." May have forgotten to mention that our Dad works with John Feldmann, the man who needs no introduction. But that's not who his boss is. His boss is David Hood owner of the company, and father of Calum Hood most gorgeous boy alive who happens to be coming home from start college. So yes maybe I was trying to look a little extra nice. Oliver shook his head seeing right through my lie as I knew he would.

"They're here." Brayden announced sticking his head in before closing my door again. Michael walked out of my closet proudly displaying black skinny jeans and a MCR tank top that was a little extra slit on the side.

"So we going full emo tonight huh?" I rolled my eyes before getting up to quickly change into it. This is gonna be a night.