IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE, ITS CLICHES. all types of cliches, but especially teen romance cliches. the bad boy falling for the geeky good girl who changes him and then a happy ever after. i also hate school for this reason. the amount of living cliches in a high school make me want to puke but i suck it up and go everyday. i refuse to be a part of those cliches and keep to tight knit circle of friends. i do have other friends but they're more conditional, as in we only really talk if we need each other's help. i'm not complaining, i don't think i could handle a big group of friends. three is enough for me. my little brother, abel, on the other hand is the complete opposite. he has a whole bunch of friends, but that'll never stop him from spending time with his big sister.
"noah? it's your turn to pick the movie." abel pointed out as we scrolled through Netflix.
"oh yup. i say we watch a rom-com." i suggested
"which one?" he sighed. every saturday night abel and i watch a movie together. we have a better sibling relationship than most. he's like a best friend to me. we tell each other nearly everything
"um..." i started then the doorbell rung, "hold that thought." i grabbed some popcorn jumped over the sofa to go get the door. my mom stood with groceries, looking tired and worn out.
"mom? where's your key?" i asked, taking a couple of her bags.
"i lost it at work." she sighed
"abel, come help mom!" i called and abel ran in
"hey mom." he smiled, hugging her and taking the rest of the groceries.
"have you had dinner?" mom asked as i loaded them info the fridge.
"yeah, dad made some pasta." i replied
"good thing i brought pizza." she laughed, gesturing to one of the bags
"oh thank god it was horrible." abel fake gagged.
"hey! it wasn't that bad. at least he tried." i protested, slapping abel's arm
"you know dad can't cook to save his life." abel shrugged
"well no ones asking you eat the food i put in the table." my father said from the top of the stairs.
"hey dad. i love you." abel chuckled awkwardly
"save it." he rolled his eyes and kissed my mom on the cheek. both my parents have dark skin and brown eyes. my dad is 6'9 with dark brown eyes that always have a glint of mischief in them, which he passed onto abel. he's a mini replica of our dad and family photos prove that abel looks exactly like our father when he was abel's age. the only difference was abel's curly high top which he cared for ever so carefully. for a boy abel has surprisingly long eyelashes and shaped eyebrows. under his right eyebrow was a scar from when he was 6 and fell down the stairs.
i however took more after our mom, inheriting her light brown hair and dark brown eyes. my hair was notoriously curly and thick. when i was younger my mom used to love playing with my hair but over the years as it grew, dealing with my natural hair became a chore. aside from resemblance, i took after my mom's passion for art like abel also did although he expresses his talent in different, more illegal ways than i do. he's always skating around somewhere, spray painting something, which probably has something to do with his ADHD.
when abel was young, he had all the classic symptoms so mom took him to the doctor where he was diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed pills. he's supposed to take them everyday but sometimes he forgets and gets too hyper. abel used to get picked on for it, but now he's learnt to control it more; let's his energy out by sports and illegal activity.
"where have you been?" my dad asked opening the pizza box
"i had to cover someone for the late shift." she explained
"ew you got hawaiian pizza." i whined, peering into the pizza box. hawaiian is the one type of pizza i will not eat. i like pineapples, and i also like pizza but i can't handle the both of them together it makes me wanna puke unlike the rest of my family who all love it.
"are you sure she's not adopted?" abel joked and i slapped his arm again.
"noah there's a pepperoni pizza for you in the bag there." my mother laughed
"oh i love you so much, thank you" i replied grabbing the pizza from the bag. "abel lets go."
"what movie you guys watching?" dad wondered
"some rom-com or something, noah's choosing." abel answered as he took a couple of slices of pizza. he grabbed an energy drink from the fridge and tried to run out to the living room until our mom stopped him.
"how many have you had today? how much caffeine?" she questioned.
"not a lot, just one." he lied.
"abel you said that to me like two hours ago so you've had an least two which you know is the limit." i took the bottle from his hand and put it back in the fridge and replaced it with water. too much caffeine makes abel's more hyper so we installed a limit of two energy drinks a day. we try to enforce it as best as we can but he's a sneaky 15 year old with a love for caffeine.
"water's boring." he whined
"water's good for you." i corrected, rolling my eyes
"water's good for you." he mocked in a stupid voice and i went to slap him but he ducked and stuck his tongue out. i dragged abel to living room and carried on searching for a movie. a phone started which i knew instantly wasn't mine.
"hey hey hey silence it. you know movie night is a no phone zone." i pointed out as he reached for his phone.
"please, this is important. it's daniel." he begged. daniel was abel's best friend since they have were 5 and basically inseparable.
"fine we'll rain check." i sighed as abel picked up the phone and ran upstairs, mouthing a thank you
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