You Wanna Help Up Your Big Brother?, chapter 1
"Why do you have such a big ass house?" I asked my dad, forcing my suitcase out of the trunk. "It's just you."
"Well, I like it."
"I don't even see why you need all the space," my brother, Tony, mumbled. "And if you're gonna say 'stuff', you could've gotten one of those POD things. You know, you're the only one with the key, open it whenever you want...."
"Well, I don't think the 'stuff' I have could've just been stored away."
"You know what? I don't even want to know what it is. Tony, come get my bass!"
I followed my dad inside and he said, "We're home!" Why is he talking to the house? I thought to myself.
"Honey, you're just in time! Dinner's ready."
I looked into my dad's light blue eyes. "Who the fuck is that? Tell me you have a maid and 'honey' is her pet name for you." A lady came rushing out from the kitchen and threw her arms around him.
"I'm so happy you came home!" He hugged her back and smiled.
Tony coughed, his long blonde hair covering his eyes. "Awkward," I said loudly, looking at my Converses.
"Oh, Edward, they're so beautiful!" she exclaimed. She stuck her hand out. "Well, my name's Ollie, and I guess I'm your new mom." Before I could choke out a word, she screamed, "Billie Joe! Holly! Get down here and meet your new family!"
"I don't wanna new family!" a dry voice shouted.
"Me neither!" a tearful girl's voice agreed.
"Get down here now!!!" Tony looked at me and rolled his eyes. I smiled and heard feet thudding down stairs. Thud, thud, thud, SLAM. Ok, maybe someone jumped down the last step. The boy looked at me with his mouth open and almost smiled, but remembered we were going to be family and shook it off, putting his bitch-face back on. The girl smiled, happy not to have another brother, but than she saw Tony and frowned.
"Well, say something," Dad said, this Ollie lady smiling.
"Bye," the boy muttered, turning around.
"No, interact, ya know? Tell each other your names," Ollie said.
"Sadie, Anthony," Dad said in a low voice.
I turned and look at him. "Well, thanks, Dad. Just say it a little louder so the dead can hear you."
"Well, anyway, this is my daughter, Holly." She waved and put her hands behind her back. "And this is my son, Billie Joe." He didn't look up from the carpet.
"Um, can we go to our rooms now?" Tony asked.
"Well, now I'll show you your rooms!"
"I would've never guessed!" I whispered in Tony's ear.
"Well, Tony's room is across from the bathroom and Sadie - you're next to Billie Joe."
***
I sat on the bare mattress in the white room that was now mine. I wanted to call my friend Mark, but I was afraid to use the phone. (Yeah, you heard me. Laugh it up.) I got up and walked to Billie Joe's room. He was playing his guitar. He sighed, putting it down, and when he turned around, I jumped and ran into my room.
"What the fuck...?" I heard him say. I sighed and buried my face into the pillow. I wanted to cry, which I never did. I had made a pact to myself - never cry unless you need to. This felt like one of those times, but I decided to suck it up. I wasn't gonna break my bad ass personality in front of these people. I stood up and walked to the window. It had started raining. Tony and Holly ran inside. Well, they seemed happy with this new living arrangement.
"Hello?" my dad yelled from downstairs. "There's a Mark Hoppus calling, if anyone wants it!" I turned around and tripped over my bass. I scrambled back up and ran out of my room, slamming into Billie Joe, who, apparently, wanted to talk to my best friend since first grade. I pushed him out of my way, but he pulled my hair. I turned around and kicked him in his crotch. He fell to the ground, whimpering. I smirked and trotted downstairs, taking the phone from my dad.
"Hi, Mark," I said.
"Sadie? Why are you at Billie's house?" he asked, obviously very confuzzled.
"Why do you wanna talk to him?" I said, paranoid.
"Cuz we're friends."
"Why do you wanna be friends with him?" I mumbled.
"Are you jealous?" he asked. I almost heard him smile.
"No, bitch."
"Whatever. Just put him on, ok? I'll talk to you later."
I covered the receiver with my hand and sighed. "Billie Joe person!" I yelled. "Mark wants to talk to ya!"
"Does it look like I'm gettin' up any time soon?" he groaned.
"Mark? He's not coming," I confirmed, biting the phone cord.
"Why?" he asked.
"I, um, kicked him in his balls."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Cuz, he wanted to talk to you. And than I wanted to talk to you."
"He would've given the phone to you. Just... tell him to call me back, ok?" I hung up and stormed up the stairs. Billie Joe looked up at me.
"You wanna help up your big brother?" he cooed sarcastically, raising his hand up.
"Fuck...you," I choked out, walking into my room. I slammed the door and burst into tears.
***
"Sadie? Can you come out? Your dinner is getting cold."
"Fuck dinner!" I screamed, throwing a pencil at the door.
"Like that's going to help," I heard a voice say from my window.
"What do you want, Billie," I murmured monotonously. "And how'd the hell you get up here?"
"Well," he said, climbing through the window, "this used to be my sister Anna's room. Whenever she was upset and would let no one in, I would just pull up the ladder and climb up and let myself in."
"Is that why she left?" I muttered rudely.
"No. She went to college."
"To probably get away from you, smart one. What do you want, anyway?" I repeated.
"I just wanted to tell you that your dinner's getting cold." He strolled over to the door. I stood up and slapped him on the back of the head.
"How do you know Mark anyway?"
He turned around and scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. We met at this club than started seeing a lot of each other at parties and stuff. So yeah, there you go. How do you know Mark?" he asked, the snottiness coming back in his voice.
"We met in first grade. He put gum in my hair and than I put chocolate pudding on his chair. It looked like he shit his pants." I grinned, remembering what his jeans had looked like.
"So...are you coming down to eat or not?" he said, opening the door.
I shook my head. "Nah, I'll probably just steal someone's car and head out to, like, Burger King or somethin'. You wanna come?"
"I thought you hated me."
"I do," I said, "but I need to waste my dad's money on something worthless. So, are you comin' or not?"
"Anything's better than the shit my mom pops in the microwave."
"Well, I like it."
"I don't even see why you need all the space," my brother, Tony, mumbled. "And if you're gonna say 'stuff', you could've gotten one of those POD things. You know, you're the only one with the key, open it whenever you want...."
"Well, I don't think the 'stuff' I have could've just been stored away."
"You know what? I don't even want to know what it is. Tony, come get my bass!"
I followed my dad inside and he said, "We're home!" Why is he talking to the house? I thought to myself.
"Honey, you're just in time! Dinner's ready."
I looked into my dad's light blue eyes. "Who the fuck is that? Tell me you have a maid and 'honey' is her pet name for you." A lady came rushing out from the kitchen and threw her arms around him.
"I'm so happy you came home!" He hugged her back and smiled.
Tony coughed, his long blonde hair covering his eyes. "Awkward," I said loudly, looking at my Converses.
"Oh, Edward, they're so beautiful!" she exclaimed. She stuck her hand out. "Well, my name's Ollie, and I guess I'm your new mom." Before I could choke out a word, she screamed, "Billie Joe! Holly! Get down here and meet your new family!"
"I don't wanna new family!" a dry voice shouted.
"Me neither!" a tearful girl's voice agreed.
"Get down here now!!!" Tony looked at me and rolled his eyes. I smiled and heard feet thudding down stairs. Thud, thud, thud, SLAM. Ok, maybe someone jumped down the last step. The boy looked at me with his mouth open and almost smiled, but remembered we were going to be family and shook it off, putting his bitch-face back on. The girl smiled, happy not to have another brother, but than she saw Tony and frowned.
"Well, say something," Dad said, this Ollie lady smiling.
"Bye," the boy muttered, turning around.
"No, interact, ya know? Tell each other your names," Ollie said.
"Sadie, Anthony," Dad said in a low voice.
I turned and look at him. "Well, thanks, Dad. Just say it a little louder so the dead can hear you."
"Well, anyway, this is my daughter, Holly." She waved and put her hands behind her back. "And this is my son, Billie Joe." He didn't look up from the carpet.
"Um, can we go to our rooms now?" Tony asked.
"Well, now I'll show you your rooms!"
"I would've never guessed!" I whispered in Tony's ear.
"Well, Tony's room is across from the bathroom and Sadie - you're next to Billie Joe."
***
I sat on the bare mattress in the white room that was now mine. I wanted to call my friend Mark, but I was afraid to use the phone. (Yeah, you heard me. Laugh it up.) I got up and walked to Billie Joe's room. He was playing his guitar. He sighed, putting it down, and when he turned around, I jumped and ran into my room.
"What the fuck...?" I heard him say. I sighed and buried my face into the pillow. I wanted to cry, which I never did. I had made a pact to myself - never cry unless you need to. This felt like one of those times, but I decided to suck it up. I wasn't gonna break my bad ass personality in front of these people. I stood up and walked to the window. It had started raining. Tony and Holly ran inside. Well, they seemed happy with this new living arrangement.
"Hello?" my dad yelled from downstairs. "There's a Mark Hoppus calling, if anyone wants it!" I turned around and tripped over my bass. I scrambled back up and ran out of my room, slamming into Billie Joe, who, apparently, wanted to talk to my best friend since first grade. I pushed him out of my way, but he pulled my hair. I turned around and kicked him in his crotch. He fell to the ground, whimpering. I smirked and trotted downstairs, taking the phone from my dad.
"Hi, Mark," I said.
"Sadie? Why are you at Billie's house?" he asked, obviously very confuzzled.
"Why do you wanna talk to him?" I said, paranoid.
"Cuz we're friends."
"Why do you wanna be friends with him?" I mumbled.
"Are you jealous?" he asked. I almost heard him smile.
"No, bitch."
"Whatever. Just put him on, ok? I'll talk to you later."
I covered the receiver with my hand and sighed. "Billie Joe person!" I yelled. "Mark wants to talk to ya!"
"Does it look like I'm gettin' up any time soon?" he groaned.
"Mark? He's not coming," I confirmed, biting the phone cord.
"Why?" he asked.
"I, um, kicked him in his balls."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Cuz, he wanted to talk to you. And than I wanted to talk to you."
"He would've given the phone to you. Just... tell him to call me back, ok?" I hung up and stormed up the stairs. Billie Joe looked up at me.
"You wanna help up your big brother?" he cooed sarcastically, raising his hand up.
"Fuck...you," I choked out, walking into my room. I slammed the door and burst into tears.
***
"Sadie? Can you come out? Your dinner is getting cold."
"Fuck dinner!" I screamed, throwing a pencil at the door.
"Like that's going to help," I heard a voice say from my window.
"What do you want, Billie," I murmured monotonously. "And how'd the hell you get up here?"
"Well," he said, climbing through the window, "this used to be my sister Anna's room. Whenever she was upset and would let no one in, I would just pull up the ladder and climb up and let myself in."
"Is that why she left?" I muttered rudely.
"No. She went to college."
"To probably get away from you, smart one. What do you want, anyway?" I repeated.
"I just wanted to tell you that your dinner's getting cold." He strolled over to the door. I stood up and slapped him on the back of the head.
"How do you know Mark anyway?"
He turned around and scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. We met at this club than started seeing a lot of each other at parties and stuff. So yeah, there you go. How do you know Mark?" he asked, the snottiness coming back in his voice.
"We met in first grade. He put gum in my hair and than I put chocolate pudding on his chair. It looked like he shit his pants." I grinned, remembering what his jeans had looked like.
"So...are you coming down to eat or not?" he said, opening the door.
I shook my head. "Nah, I'll probably just steal someone's car and head out to, like, Burger King or somethin'. You wanna come?"
"I thought you hated me."
"I do," I said, "but I need to waste my dad's money on something worthless. So, are you comin' or not?"
"Anything's better than the shit my mom pops in the microwave."
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