What The Hell?!

                  "Ugh...Ross give me my damn phone!" I was in the back seat of my step moms fusion, and innocently playing Ross's least favorite songs. Ross was my step brother. No real relation. I hated his guts and he hated mine. Christi, my step mom, and dad are both architects, we moved up to Maine         because their boss gave them each a promotion. They were gonna test drive it for six months. I was not so secretly hoping we would leave after that terrible six months. It was bad enough Christi and dad were were making us take the two rooms with the adjoining bathrooms. " Okay, when you stop blaring call me maybe and Justin beiber." Okay i hated Carly Rae Jepson and Justin beiber, but hey, anything to piss Ross off. Damn him, he's annoying as hell, but the sexiest thing i've ever layn eyes on! I mean really, those green eyes look like a forest with the brown rim. And who does he think he is with that gorgeously blond hair with brown highlights. They just had to be natural didn't they. I hit his arm once for good measure and he slapped me back. so i gave him my worst puppy dog eyes and lay my head on his shoulder. " huh, fine but you better stop! and get the fuck off of me." i shot him a winning smirk, and he scrunched his face up. He pushed me off and then handed me my phone. He held a steady grip but i snatched it away, knowing he let me win. " thanks Ross-y-bear, i love you so much i re-"" shut the fuck up!" He slapped me and i punched him. Christi yelled "That's enough kids!" We both scooted far away from each other.

               Once we pulled up to the house, I hurriedly snatched all my luggage and ran to pick the best of the adjoining rooms. Ross was steadily behind me but i had the advantage of four years in track. We both stopped in our tracks and stared in realization. They were adjoining bathrooms they were one huge bedroom with a bathroom. Me and ross both furiously yelled " DAD...CHRISTI!?" they both came up the stairs with mischeivious smirks. I screamed " I can't believe your making me share a room with that - that -" " Bitch!" Ross ever so politely finished for me. " Well i was gonna say self- righteous ass, but bitch fits nicely." I snapped. " Ooh and your one helluva hypocrite to call me self-righteous miss ' i take 3 hours combing my hair'!" ross snapped backed sarcastically. But Christi and dad had had enough. So they said with the most stern faces i've seen in a long time. " You will both play nice, you will both respect one another, and you will both like it! Because you will both be sharing a room!" Me and ross just stared until we both muttered "fine..."

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