Too Long

Chapter 1: All Time Low

On the first day of sophomore year, Ramie McCall wanted anything but to be woken up by music blasting from her brother's room, yet that's exactly how her day started. While she and her twin actually shared a lot of the same music taste, it didn't mean that she wanted to hear All Time Low at volume 100 as a wake up call. She groaned and covered her head with a pillow, trying to block out the music coming from the bathroom that connected both of their room's.

A tiny part of her was thankful for the never-ending guitars coming from the bathroom, because she was exhausted from being up half the night, dragged into another "adventure" with her brother and their best friend, Stiles. Scott, Ramie, and Stiles had been friends since before they remembered. They attended the same daycare, which was where Ramie earned her nickname, because four year old Stiles had trouble pronouncing Ramona. Scott and Ramie continually give him shit for this, but Stiles' excuse is always that he was a hyperactive four year old who didn't care to listen to her whole name, so he just shortened it. Not that Ramie cared, she preferred her nickname.

The only time her full name was ever used was when the boys were teasing her, which she would do the same to Stiles, calling him his real name, or his last name, or when she was in trouble. Scott and Ramie's mother, Melissa, took the opportunity to use her full name, when yelling at her just a few hours earlier, when she showed back up at home after sneaking out. Melissa was let out early from her overnight shift at the hospital, and assumed her children were asleep in bed until she heard Ramie come through the front door as she was washing her face to get ready for bed. Scott, being left behind in the woods, snuck back through his window after Ramie got home and evaded the yelling session at 3am.

"Ramona McCall you better have a damn good reason to be walking through that door right now rather than asleep in bed," Melissa had said, hands on her hips at the top of the stairs.
"I was hanging out with Stiles," Ramie said, her voice barely above a whisper, worried what her mother would say.

"At 3am?" Her mother's eyebrows raised.

"Yeah we were just... helping Noah with something," Ramie lied through her teeth, hoping throwing Sheriff Stilinski's name in the mix would get her out of trouble.

"At 3am...." Her mother repeated, definitely unconvinced. Ramie nodded quickly. Her mother sighed. "Well, if you and Stiles were canoodling or something just please tell me you used protection."

"Mom!" Ramie screeched, feeling her cheeks heat up. "What the fuck, no, Jesus why would you say that!"

"You guys are teenagers now, you're together all the time, I didn't know if something was happening with you two!" Melissa grinned, clearly enjoying Ramie's embarrassment.

"We're together with Scott all the time Mom, and Stiles is my best friend, it's not like that," Ramie groaned, pushing past her mother on the stairs.

Melissa, as far as Scott and Ramie thought, was pretty damn good at being a Mom. She worked countless hours at the hospital to provide for their family, and she was the perfect mix between disciplining them when needed, but also trusting them, and was never too strict. Which is why Melissa figured only getting a few hours of sleep before the first day of school was enough punishment for Ramie.

Groaning for probably the fifteenth time that morning, Ramie finally pulled herself out of bed and flicked the lock on her side of the bathroom so she could get changed. Melissa installed locks on the outside of the bathroom doors on each side, so Scott and Ramie could lock the other from bursting in from the bathroom at any time. The Jack and Jill bathroom set up was convenient when they were kids, but as they got older, regardless of how close they were, they still wanted their privacy.