The jerk in my house.

When I crossed the line.

By the time we were done scrubbing and cleaning every inch of the kitchen tiles , my arms were already so numb and sore that it could literally fall off. I've never ever , not even once , had to clean anything in my life before. I've never had to. I have maids to do that for me. Maids, with a s. I know I'm probably bragging away. But my dad's the CEO of a very big company. Therefore, we're kinda like, loaded.

What was it anyways? I suspect it's frosting. The stains and colouring took the whole afternoon to get rid of it. The stains were so tough that we had to pur bleach all over it. The bad news is that the brown kitchen tiles have a huge white patch on it, but goodnews is that we got rid of the stain. Point1 goes to the kids . *Growls... Awh man. I patted my tummy, trying to tame it down. We've even missed lunch. All I wanna do right now is bury my face in a bowl of clam chowder.

"Ashleeeey! Jakeeeey ! Laaaaancey! Daaaaaanny!" Tay ran into the kitchen with a big card in his hands. Okay . A really big card. It's basically as big as him... Now, what's the card for?

"LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FOR MOMMY!" Tay shoved the card in our faces.

"Woah woah woah, easy there" Dan gently moved the card away .

"Hmmmph, It says, 'Dear mommy , I know I'm a very naughty boy. But that's okay, because I know that no matter how naughty I am, you'll always wuv me. I hope that one day I can be your superman and save you from all the sadness and pain in this world. Happy birthday mommy ! I wuv you a lotsa.' " Dan read it out aloud, but as he went on his voive became softer.

"Ashleeey." He said slowly , giving me a worry look.

"What? We bought mom that three tiered cake remember?" I answer proudly. It wasn't cheap and we three, excluding Jake, had to work our asses off to earn our own money in order to buy that cake. It wasn't easy, but it felt good . Being able to get mom a gift without spending her money on buying the gift.

"Oh no." Lance facepalmed

Jake snorted. " OH NO, ashley. Say you did . " He started laughing so hard tears were coming out from his eyes. He think he looks cute now don't he? Well, he looks nothing but cute. Maybe more like a crybaby or some sort. Hmmmph, I'm surprise how he could still be wearing nothing but his towel till now. I'm even surprise how it hadn't fall, and he didn't even adjust it or tighten it. And am i the only one that notices the fact that's he's wearing a towel? If no, how come nobody else mentioned it?

"What?!" I asked curiously . I don't get it. What's everyone making a big fuss about.

"Remember when you grabbed something out of the fridge and threw it at us?" Dan asked.

"Yeah...."

"And it got all over the floor?"

"uh huh."

"And you said that it was frosting?"

"OHHHHH...... I still don't get it."

Dan scrunched his hair in frustration. Well. I'M SORRY. I'm not exactly the brightest star in the family. Lance is. And well, dad dropped me once when I was a baby, so I suspect that my stupidness came from that. It's sad really. But on the bright side , everytime someone asks me if I was dropped when I was a baby, my answer would be.......' Yes, infact my dad did drop me when i was a baby.' Hehe.

'Okay. Okay. Let's make this simple." Dan said after chilling down a little. I frustrate him a lot . hehe.

"Ashley, would you go give mom's birthday cake out a quick check?" He said forcing a really big constipated smile.

"OK."

I don't get what's the big Ideal. Hmmmph, the cake the cake. Where is it again? Oh right. okay, time to take a look and this delicious beauty.

"asdfghjkl !"

"GUYS!!!! I think... I think.... we may have throwed the cake at each other just now."

"OMG. We have a genius here! "

"What are we going to do???! ! ! " I started yelling at a chair.

"Ashley, the chair's not going to help." Lance grab my shoulders and shaked me.

And suddenly there goes the three of us running around frantically , while Tay just stood there confused and while Jake took hiis phone out to record all of us running around screaming at each other and throwing forks at each other. We're one perfect family.

"Okay... Everyone. Calm your fucking tits down." Jake screamt. I guess he finally found this annoying. He may also have forgotten the fact that there's a 10 year old kid in the room. Tay's probably used to all the swearing by now.

"Ashley and I will drive to the store and get a new cake and you two , try to come out with another ideal just incase this fails." Jake ordered.

And this is the part where Lance would be screaming, 'You're not the boss of me Jake' And a 5 and a 4 and a -

"Sounds like a plan" replied Lance. Hmm, I definately did not expected that.

Okay .... The silence is sooo not awkward. I thought to my self as I looked out from the window of Jake's audi TT. I reached over the radio to turn up the music , only to put it to full blast.

"Woah. Chill there. You tryin to make me go deaf?" Jake said rubbing his ear.

"Hmmm. Maybe." I mumbled

He jerked the car and pull over infront of the cake shop. GOD NO. it's closed. Of all the days in the world they choose today? I squint my eyes at the paper that displayed on the window.

'Closed due to family issues.'

Well that's stupid isn't it?

"I guess we'll have to go with plan B." Jake said casually.

"Whatever. You know, if it weren't for you. We wouldn't be wasting our time here."

"I'm sorry ? Me?"

"Yeah. You just have to suggest that WE should get the hell out of the house and pop into one of the world most famous bakery and expect them to be open 24/7 ?" I scoffed. "Pretty darn smart of you."

"You destroyed the cake and you're blamming me for what's happening? I'm trying to help, atlease appreaciate it. You know I've been trying to talk to you, but all you've ever done is snap back at me or be rude to me." His face turned flush red. I've never seen him so serious and angry before. I guess I really crossed the line.

"You know. I get why you hate me. But if you really cared about what we had, you would atlease try to save it not watch it fall. You're not even putting half the effort I am." I could see from the corner of my eyes that his hand were clinched into fists. But I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Would he?

He looked out the car window, "If I'm not worth it, then fine. Let's just forget it."

"I-I .... Can we just go home?" My voice sounding shaky.

God. Life is so fucking perfect.