Look Who's Talkin'.

Chapter One: Hey You! Mr. Blue Eyes!

Gwendolyn Brooks

A perfect day for coming back to school, the weather cooler than before. Hey, welcome to my life, now you're wondering how the heck you're here. Well, in my mind, you're definitely here.

Everything about me is just peachy, not "terrific," Nor "incredible!" Just peachy.

Living with two older brothers? Oh, you. You seem like it's a blessing, like "Oh how cute! You're special!" But my dear friend, you need help as soon as possible. Have you ever met them? They're like devils, prying their way, marking me as a territory and devour every last bit of my soul.

I'm already sick and tired, of being sick and tired.

And I'm about to trample them, literally.

"JAKE! HAND ME MY PHONE YOU JERK!" My mom despises swearing, from the words "FUCK!!" To, "YOU COCKSUCKER!!" Which are technically heard right now. Lucky she's not here.

Recently, my Mom and Dad left to visit my Aunt in London. Other guests like our neighbors Mrs and Mr. Buckington would mistaken us as triplets. Rarely, we never talk to 'em.

So my Mom and Dad left us there, with the custody of my older brother Jake. Jake is kinda the responsible one, a weakling when it comes to cooking but a professional of keeping us safe.

Every week, my parents would send us money for buying gorceries that we need. I'm the chef of this house, love to cook and admire the vibrant colors from the delicious delicacies.

All about me is only the color yellow, I love the color. My room yellow, my phone case yellow, my clothes yellow except my jeans. You name it.

All the rainbow colors stand out, but not yellow, to me. Yellow is perfect, never like any colors.

Hart's just Hart. He cleans sometimes but never washes the dishes, which leaves me to control the kitchen chores. He's addicted to his phone and always talking to his pals from our school.

And today's the first day of going back to school. Did I mention it earlier?

I walk lazily, but not tipsy, downstairs to the kitchen for gathering my essentials for my school. My binder, my book bag and my favorite pencil case.

I suddenly hear a crash, along with a fumble of keys. "JAKE WHAT THE FUCK!" Hart shouts with anger and grits his teeth.

"Wow, who's she?" Jake grins devilishly, attempting to grab Hart's shirt.

Now, it's my cue, to jump in and stop the bickering.

I stood between the rustling hands of the two and held my book bag tightly.

"Now, now, don't fight. Just hand the phone back to Hart." I cock a brow, assured that he'll surrender.

Jake suddenly stares too cocky at me and Hart, moistening his lips and wrap his arms around his neck too stiffly. "But, one thing. Who's she Hart?" Jake says with his brows arched.

"She's a friend of mine, that's it." He speaks, running his hands through his hair.

You got to be kidding me, a friend?

I'm not sure that's his friend, more like girlfriend. Like, every weekend night, he comes back much later than our curfew, yes, we do have a curfew.

He would have a faint smell of feminine perfume, and really pink lips, swollen. Sure, you can hang out with her daytime, but not late at night.

Okay, where were we, oh yeah! Jake being a hesitated freak. Jake's a weirdo when it comes to other people dating. I used to date a guy back then, when I was a Freshman, High school. He's the nosy one, that goes through any kind of business from hugging to small kisses.