Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor

Back To Phase One

"What the hell is this?" I asked angrily as Wyatt, Adam, Elle and Michael all trailed into my house, all carrying luggage and Jax. Wyatt tried to look innocent, but that only succeeded to make me want to hurt him thoroughly.

"I told you I was coming." He reminded me. Jax jumped on me, knocking me to the ground as usual. I just sighed and petted her because there was no use with this dog and besides she was like a saint compared to Ace the devil dog.

"You said you were coming not the whole cult." I glared. It was too early in the morning for them to be showing up at my house like this. Everybody in the house was still sleeping. Even Ace was still sleeping. Our flight wasn't until noon and here I was up with these idiots nearly eight hours earlier than I wanted to be. Not to mention if I brought Adam to one more family outing my mother would be convinced that we were sleeping together, if she wasn't already.

"Where's Benji?" Elle and Michael asked at the same time. I sighed. I was getting a headache.

"Asleep. It's four in the morning. I'm tired-"

"Oh I bet you are." A voice retorted and I looked up at him in shock. It surprised me that this came from Adam and not his sister. I stared at him, eyebrows raised, wondering what crawled up his but and died. Everybody else looked at him in surprise also and I was glad that I wasn't the only one that could hear the disdain in his voice.

Elle, remembering she was mad at me, asked and quite bluntly. "Is that man here?" She looked me up and down and I wrapped my arms around myself, remembering that I was only in one of my dad's old worn columbia hoodie I stole from him when I was in Highschool and Slept in ever since. It then occurred to me that they just might have gotten the wrong idea.

"No." I mumbled, trying to stop myself from blushing. "He's not."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Michael asked tauntingly. I punched him in the shoulder, smirking when he winced.

"As a matter of fact he is." Is all I could say until I was dragged off again by Elle. Fighting a major sense of Deja Vu I let her drag me to the kitchen and faced her angry face patiently like a mother who was dealing with a difficult child.

"What is the matter with you?" She hissed, whispering furiously. "Don't you like my brother at all?" Her blatant question pissed me off. It was not that simple. What was the point of having feelings for a person who did not return them. I was trying to get on with my life. I could not go on any longer pining for Adam!

"It's not that simple." I nearly shouted. Clenching my teeth and trying to modulate my voice to a whisper, I said. "I can not go on any longer hoping that your brother will look at me! I need to move on with my life!"

Elle actually had the gall to look, chagrined. "But I want us to be sisters." She mumbled.

"I don't need another sister!" I shouted at her, speaking before thinking and I wanted to slap myself at Elle's hurt expression. I softened my voice, putting a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, but it's just not going to happen between us." I was tired of pining for someone I would never have and angry at myself for still wanting him. Elle suddenly glared at me, slapping my hand away an stepping back.

"Fine!" She growled. "But this is not over." And with a flip of her hair, she stalked back into the foyer with the others. They're informal postures made me want to hit them. Michael was on the sofa, remote in hand, and flipping through the channels with his feet on my coffee table. Wyatt was sitting on the edge of my love-seat nearly yelling at a person through his phone. I could hear snippets of the other's person's voice and when the name "Chasity" was shouted from Wyatt I assumed it was his wayward sister he was talking to. Adam on the other hand was in my white chaise, muddy feet firmly planted in the white cushion. He stared at me defiantly and I suddenly wished I shot ray beams from my eyes. Well, if he was going to be a prick to me even though I didn't deserve it, I was going to behave like I did.