The Boy with the Violet Eyes

8

[Chapter eight]

-Winnie-

"Octavia!" I barge into her room.

"Jesus, Winnie!" She nearly falls off her bed in fright. "Do you ever knock?"

"Nope." I shake my head.

She rolls her eyes. "What do you want, ugly?"

I give her a blank look. "We look the same."

She opens and closes her mouth a couple times. "Screw you."

"Adonis will." I say instantly making her roll her eyes.

"Of course he will." She scoffs.

I laugh, jumping onto the bed next got her. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell my dear twin sister about something."

"What is it?" She gives me her full attention.

"I'm Cupid."

She stares at me with a blank face. "What?"

I grin, jumping off her bed and running to the door.

"I'M CUPID!" I yell, running out of the room.

"Shut the fuck up!" Dad yells from his room.

"NEVER!"

"Winnie!"

"YES, MA'AM!"

"Why is she my child?"

*~*

"Hi, Uncle Dildo!" I exclaim, throwing the front door of the Anderson house open.

"Why did I give you a key to my house?" Uncle Dylan sighs from his spot on the couch.

"Because I'm the daughter you never had and never want." I grin cheekily, making him chuckle slightly.

"That's right." He mumbles. "Lucas is in his room."

I smile goofily as I start making my way to the stairs. "Thanks, Uncle Dildo."

"And stop calling me Uncle Dildo!" He shouts from behind me before he starts mumbling to himself. "Why the hell did that idiot, Max, have to teach them that?"

I chuckle, shaking my head in amusement.

"Hi, Uncle Chris!" I shout as I walk past the kitchen.

"Hi, Winnie." He pops his head out of the kitchen doorway and smiles at me.

I smile back before making my way upstairs and to Lucas' room.

"Lucas?" I call as I walk into his room.

"Yeah?" He calls back from somewhere in the room.

"Are you in the closet?"

"Wha—what?!" He splutters as the door of his bathroom flies open and he falls out and lands on his face.

"I wanted to know if you were in the closet or the bathroom." I explain with narrowed eyes. "Obviously you were in the bathroom."

"O-Oh, yeah," he stutters, clearing his throat. "I was in the bathroom."

I raise my eyebrow and he looks anywhere but my eyes.

I shake my head before jumping on his bed. "So. Luke."

"Uh, yeah?" He furrows his brows, taking a seat at his desk.

"On a scale of one to America, how much do you like my sister?"

He stares at me with a shocked look, gaping. "I-wha-I don't—"

I roll my eyes, cutting him off. "Everyone knows you like Octavia. Now answer the question, blondie."