pull me back | a drag me down spin off

【one】

los angeles, california
april 15th, 2014

I slowly begin to open my eyes, hearing small whispering from the other side of my room. Glancing over at my night stand, I realize my alarm clock is bound to go off any second now. I let out a yawn and stretch my arms over my head.

As my vision begin to get adjusted to the light, I automatically see a large pile of clothes taking up my hardwood floor.

Slight movement is heard across my bedroom, along with small thumping noises. Furrowing my eyebrows, I shift my body and sit up in my bed. The sight in front of me causes my jaw to clench.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I scream, causing my younger sister to jerk her head back.

"I need to borrow a shirt." She scoffs and turns toward my closet.

"No, get out." I jump to my feet, sick of this repeating pattern with her. She does this once a week.

"Found it." She holds up a white blouse, waving it around in the air.

"Absolutely not, I just bought that!" I loudly yell.

"Oops." Her conceding smirk irritates me as she rushes out of my room.

"Skylar, get back here!" I scream again, chasing after her.

"It's picture day!" She yells, looking back at me.

"I don't give a fuck what day it is, you're putting it back." Great, I'm starting my morning chasing my seventeen year old sister around the house. How lovely.

"What the hell is going on?" My mother says from the kitchen. She's preparing a fresh batch of pancakes, which are my favorite.

"Skylar keeps stealing my clothes." I yell, trying to corner my sister.

"Grace is so annoying, what do you think having an older sister is for?" She waves the shirt up in the air.

"Hey, both of you. Knock it off." My father's deep words ring through the house. I didn't notice him sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.

"Dad, tell Grace to chillax." Skylar rolls her eyes, her running stops once she approaches my dad. She's daddy's little angel.

"Mom, tell Skylar to give me my shirt back and to buy her own clothes for once." I cross my arms over my chest, my chest is heaving up and down.

"Skylar, give Grace her shirt back. What did I tell you about taking her clothes? You wouldn't want it done to you." My mom is using her old 'cop' voice, and I love it.

"What's the big deal? It's just a shirt." My brat of a little sister rolls her eyes.

"Come on, hand it over." My father's voice speaks up.

"Do I need to bring out the handcuffs?" Mom's voice is taunting. That's the threat she always uses.

"That doesn't work for us anymore." I sigh in defeat.

"Yeah, we get it. Mom used to be a badass. Whoopty Doo." Skylar twirls her pointer finger around.

"Used to be? Your mother is still a badass." Dad smirks at her, and I want to vomit.

The love between my parents, Grayson Dolan and Savannah Jacobs, is one for the history books. They've been married for eighteen years and grow more in love everyday. Most of my friends parents are divorced or hate each other, but not mine. I could never imagine them not together, or not being head over heels for each other. Even though it's cringey sometimes, I admire the love and respect they have for one another.