Bae || n.g.

Chapter 1

And it's flights to L.A.

Trips to Paris

They could talk but

We couldn't care less girl

Whoa,

Let you shop in New York

Drink in London-

"Can you please turn that off! You have been listening to that song for the past like two weeks and it's getting on my nerves!" my big brother, Cyprus, yelled up the stairs. I giggled and turned my new favorite duo down.

"No! I like this song!" I yelled back

He rolled his eyes and slammed my door. I hummed along to Jack and Jack as I worked on my homework. I was a straight A student and I skipped sixth grade so I was a senior. And I was head cheerleader. That added some stuff onto my plate. And then for all my free time I did Vines and Youtube videos.

I was currently stuck at home with my 21 year old brother, my 15 year old brother, Kosovo, and my 15 year old sister, Latvia. The twins were watching Dance Moms or something and Cyprus was probably talking his girlfriend into coming over. My parents were out of town for the week and I was the only reliable human being to take care of the house.

I checked my phone for the time and decided to make dinner. I put my Macbook Air to sleep and shut down my Jambox. As I stuffed my iPhone into my back pocket of my dance sweats, I heard screaming from downstairs. I rushed down the stairs and into the living room.

"What happened!? Who got shot!?" I yelled. Everything was normal except the faces my brother was giving me. The twins were on the floor like a foot away from the screen and smiling like idiots.

"Maddie just had her first kiss with Gino!" Lat yelled. I sprinted to the television and got as close as they were.

"Replay it!" I screamed. It only took a few seconds but it felt like hours. Finally, we stopped it and started the scene over again. I watched Abby kiss Maddie and then waited about two minutes.

"OMG I SHIP IT!" I screamed again.

"Would you guys quit screaming?" Cyprus shook his head laughing to himself. I got up and walked over to the kitchen to start making spaghetti meatballs. Like legitimate spaghetti meatballs.

"Do you guys want to come help me make spaghetti meatballs?" I asked as Koko and Lat stood up.

"YAY! Spaghetti meatballs!" they yelled right as Hana came through the door. She ran to the kitchen and chucked her purse and coat to the side

"Did I hear some one yell spaghetti meatballs!?" She asked we nodded and laughed.

Hana is like a big sister. She has great advice and treats you like you want to be treated. If my brother wasn't dating her, I would date her.

We mashed up the meat and precooked spaghetti. We rolled them into balls and put them in sauce then a pan. As we waited for them to finish cooking, we made chocolate milk with Hershey's syrup.

"Babe, why didn't you tell me you got here?" Cyprus said, coming down the stairs.

"We started making spaghetti meatballs so I got a little sidetracked," Hana explained before Cyprus gave a her a small peck. I was jealous of their relationship. I hadn't even had my first kiss and Cyprus was planning on proposing in a few months. Even my younger siblings had vented to me about their break ups and kisses and dates. I was a loner. The only relationship I ever had was in kindergarten when Danny Quinn asked me to marry him. I showed the ring he gave me to my mom and lets just say I didn't get to kiss him at the alter. The ring turned out to be his moms that he stole out of her jewelry box the morning before.