His Attention ~Completed~

Chapter One

13 years later.

"Naomi, Nicholas and Damien Cooper!" My dad yells. Damien laughs, causing me to shush him. Nick slaps a hand over our younger brother's mouth. I hear my mom's laughter echo through the house. "Calm down Toni. The kids just wanted a bit of fun." She assures. My father scoffs

"Fun? I'm soaking wet!" He complains. She laughs again. "Better you then me." She sings. I giggle, making Nick slap his other hand over my mouth. I glare and stick my tongue out. He removes it with lightening speed and narrows his eyes at me.

"Hi aunt Chris." We hear a voice say. My eyes widen and I grin. "Henry!" Damien shouts. He bursts from our hiding place and rushes downstairs. "Cover blown." Nick mutters. I laugh and happily pull him downstairs. "Hi aunt Riley. Hi uncle Jackson." I greet. Henry smiles over at me.

"Shortie!" He exclaims, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms tightly around him. "Hey man." Nick greets our cousin. Henry pulls away and fist pumps my twin. "I forgot it's Sunday." My father says, chuckling. Uncle Jackson nods. "So did I. Until my dear wife hit me with a baseball bat and screamed at me to wake up."

We all laugh. "I forgot too!" Damien says. My mom swats his hand away from the onion dip, making him frown. "Eat something else boy. Don't make me hit you with a baseball bat for eating the cookout food." My mom jokingly scolds.

Damien's pout is replaced by a mischievous smirk. "Okay Mommy." He waltzes over to us. Henry shoots a look at Nick and I. A nervous one. Damien, like Nicholas and I, was born with mischief running through our blood like no other.

The three of us love pulling pranks on our family and friends. Henry isn't much different. Although, he doesn't pull pranks on Aunt Riley often because she'll definitely teach him a lesson, he's a major prankster. It's our favorite past time.

I know a lot of older kids cast out their younger siblings from their group, but we aren't like that. Damien does everything with us three. Well, mostly. I mean, we're seniors in high school. We do need some freedom from the middle school child.

"Distract them." Damien whispers. I raise an eyebrow and turn to the other guys.

They nod. "Ow!" I exclaim loudly. Everyone's head whips to mind. Tears spring to my eyes and I collapse on the ground. Mom, dad, Aunt Riley and Uncle Jackson hurry over. "Naomi? Naomi darling, are you alright? What's wrong?" Mom questions nervously.

This is on the whim, so I had no idea to plan an excuse. Instead, I fake cry some more, gasping for air, as an excuse not to explain my apparent pain. Damien muffles a laugh and tip toes over to the counter. He grabs a few of my mom's sugar cookies and some brownies.

It takes a lot of my self control not to smile. "Sis?" Nick feigns worry. Finally, Damien sends me a nod and slips out unnoticed. I finally stop the tears and just whimper. "I'm okay. I think just another of my panic attacks." I lie. Dad releases a sigh of relief.

"Thank God." My uncle mutters. Mom and Aunt Riley help me to my feet. Henry clears his throat. "We're going to go upstairs." He says. Nick nods and pulls me along. Mom smiles and turns back to her food, pausing.

"Wait..." She says slowly. "Run." Nick says quickly. "They tricked us!" Mom exclaimed. We take off in a hurry.
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"I'm here!" A voice announces gleefully. I stop setting up the grill and turn to our final guest. Gia.