Post by StartingOnTheEnds on Apr 12, 2012 10:50:33 GMT -5
Heyyy guys. Okaaaays, so here's Chapter 3. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 2 (:
Chapter 3 - Joey
I wake up to someone jumping on my king sized bed. Oh god, who is jumping on my bed at this time in the morning?! It's Sunday!
"OKAY, WHO IS JUMPING ON MY BED?!" I yell, sitting up. I am greeted by the face of the devil. Kid version. "UGH! WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISTIAN?!" I yell. My eight-year-old brother glares at me. And that causes me to laugh evilly. He doesn't want to be called Christian, he prefers to be called Chris. "IT'S CHRIS! WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT, JOSEPHINE?!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Now it is my turn to glare. I hate it when someone calls me Josephine.
"Oh, you, devil! I'll give you a five second head start." I say, getting up. Chris runs out of the room and I run too, following the devil. "HEY YO PADAWAN! I'MMA GET YOU HARD! BE PREPARED DEVIL CHILD! BE PREPARED!" I yell, while running.
"OKAY, WHO THE HELL IS MAKING ALL THIS NOISE?!" Our eldest brother, 16-year-old Jack (but his real name is Jackson), yells. We wake our brother up, now it's time to wake Mothaaa and Fothaaa. "OH MY GOD JOSEPHINE CAN'T CATCH ME!" Chris yells again. Okay, I will track this kid down.
"KIDS! What's going on? Oh god why..." Mom says, coming out of their room as she sees Chris and I running around the house, she starts to laugh. "I'MMA GET YOU CHRISTIAN!" I yell again. But our chase ends as mom goes to the kitchen to make breakfast, she knows Chris and I love to cook with her. "Jo, honey, you make the pancakes." I nod and smile as I prepare the ingredients for pancakes. "And you, my angel Chris, are going to help me cook eggs and bacon." I roll my eyes. Angel. As if he is one.
"Hey, Chris, wanna go somewhere?" I ask, entering my younger brother's room. "Where to?" He asks. "To the mall!" I say, in my fake British. "Hmm, let me think about it...no." He says, playing with his Nintendo. "Pleaaaaase? I'll buy you a new video game!" "Sure. Meet you downstairs in five minutes."
I smirk. Typical Chris. I go to my room and change into a Beatles shirt (well, this is Jack's but he knew I wanted this so he gave me this for my birthday), a pair of white shorts, a pair of black and white checkered Vans. I let my blond waist-length Blondie hair down, I just comb it. I grab my wallet and BlackBerry and slide it into my pockets. And I am all set.
When I go downstairs, Chris is still not there. "CHRIS! WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?! CARRY YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" I yell. As if on cue, he comes down. "Ready, my sister dear?" Ugh. This kid.
"Mom, we're going to the mall!" I say, but I don't need a response, so Chris and I walk out of the front door.
The bustling streets of New York do not surprise Chris and I. We were used to seeing this since the day we were born. You see, our family, my parent's parents and their parents were born here. So we know this city like the back of our hands. We're New Yorkers.
I'm about to hail a taxi when Chris stops me. "Joey! Let me do it!" So I let him hail us a taxi.
"So let's go to Forever 21 first, I hear th--" "NO! Video games first, sissy!" "Hey! I was the one who--" "VIDEO GAMES!"
And he races to the video game store. Uggggh. Brothers.
"This one, sissy!" He says, handing me a game, for me to pay. I don't read what game it is, I just hand it to the cashier. She says the amount that I have to pay. I give her the exact amount. I give Chris the game, and I put my arm around his shoulder and walk off to Forever 21. Finally.
No matter how many times I walk into this shop, it always takes my breath away. I go to the accessories and pick two necklaces, a pair of cute geek glasses, a pair of floral sunglasses and a top that says, "I don't do decaf." It was so freaking cute! Chris and I go to the counter to pay the stuff I bought. "Oh hi, Jo! And hey, Chris!" The cashier, Chloe, says. She knows Chris and I very well, since both of us come here to shop every week. "So, I heard there's gonna be a concert." She says, while computing the total amount of the stuff I bought. "Who?" I ask. "Some fourteen-year-old kid named Greyson Chance." Again with this kid? Wow, he must be super famous. But I haven't heard of him. Well, when I get home, I'll Google him.
"Oh." was all I could say. "So you going?" Chloe asks after giving me the change. "No, you?" "Yeah, I'm bringing my younger cousin since she's obsessed with this kid." "Oh, well text me after the concert!" I say, walking out of Forever 21.
"Joey, have you heard of this Greyson kid?" Chris asks. "Um, I read a magazine article about him last night." I reply.
"Oh, so will you go to his concert?"
"No, Chris. It's gonna be boring if I don't know his songs. Or him."
"So, can we get ice cream?"
"No, but we can get Starbucks!"
He shrugs, "Well, works for me!"
I'm about to open the door when mom opens it for us. "Oh, hey you guys! Freshen up, we're gonna have dinner at some restaurant dad had found!"
"Okay!" We both say simultaneously.
"Mom, is the definition of 'freshen up' means that I have to wear tux?" Chris says, smirking. I smirk. This kid always wanted to wear a tux whenever we eat at restaurants.
"No, honey, when I say, 'freshen up' I mean wear something decent."
"But--"
"No buts."
"Ugh, fine! But someday, I will wear a tux!" He says, throwing in an evil laugh. I mentally facepalmed. This is kid is such a dork.
I slip into a mid-knee pink dress. Nothing fancy. Some ballet flats. I braid my hair the way I did yesterday. I wear the necklace I bought at Forever 21 today. Grab my BlackBerry. I put on some fruity lip gloss. And now I'm all set. And no, I do not bring a purse, it just bothers me.
As we reach the restaurant, I see ten girls around my age screaming at the restaurant window. Who are they screaming at? I guess I don't care.
We are led to our seats, but close to the screaming girls. Gosh, this would be lovely evening, being annoyed with this girls and all. After ordering, I take a look at my younger brother, Chris. For the first time tonight, I notice his clothes. He is wearing a John Lennon shirt (and no, he doesn't like John Lennon, he barely knows him!) a pair of pants and sneakers. His shaggy hair was combed neatly (I don't know who did it). I have to admit, for a devil, he looks kinda cute. My brother Jack, is wearing a lavender V-neck shirt, skinny jeans and a pair of Toms. His brown messy hair looks the same everyday. He looks hot, I think, wait, did I just say that?
"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT WHAT'S GREYSON IS CHANCE EATING!" A girl yells at the top of her lungs. Oh god. Wait, Greyson Chance? Like the same Greyson Chance Chloe and Justin mentioned? I look at Chris, his eyes widen too. I look at the table adjacent to ours. And sure enough, a kid with brownish or blackish or whatever-- it's hard to describe-- hair, brown eyes and freckles delicately sprinkled on his cheeks is sitting there eating steak. Wow, the sight of the steak makes my stomach grumble. Anyway, I'm guessing that's Greyson Chance. He looks about my age.
Jo, that must be him, Chris mouthed at me. Yeah, I mouth back. He looks kinda cute, he mouths.
Oh god Christian, you gay?! I mouth back, smirking.
No! I mean, cute for you.
What are you say--
"You two! Why are you mouthing? You can talk normally! I won't listen. Jeez, dorks..." Jack says, shaking his head at us.
"Whatever." I say. The three of us occupy one table while mom and dad occupy another. We're like this every time we eat at a restaurant. Our orders arrive and they are all simply delicious. I want more!
"The kid at the table beside ours is kinda cute." Jack whispers to me, taking a bite of his Sans Rival cake.
"God, Jack, you gay too?!" I say. He laughs. Uggggh. Since when did brothers become all gossipy about boys?!
So here's Chapter 3! Hope you enjoyed. I will add more hilarious scenes! Suggestions to what might happen in Greyson's Chapter defo needed! Thanks! REVIEW PLEAAASE! (:
Chapter 3 - Joey
I wake up to someone jumping on my king sized bed. Oh god, who is jumping on my bed at this time in the morning?! It's Sunday!
"OKAY, WHO IS JUMPING ON MY BED?!" I yell, sitting up. I am greeted by the face of the devil. Kid version. "UGH! WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISTIAN?!" I yell. My eight-year-old brother glares at me. And that causes me to laugh evilly. He doesn't want to be called Christian, he prefers to be called Chris. "IT'S CHRIS! WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT, JOSEPHINE?!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Now it is my turn to glare. I hate it when someone calls me Josephine.
"Oh, you, devil! I'll give you a five second head start." I say, getting up. Chris runs out of the room and I run too, following the devil. "HEY YO PADAWAN! I'MMA GET YOU HARD! BE PREPARED DEVIL CHILD! BE PREPARED!" I yell, while running.
"OKAY, WHO THE HELL IS MAKING ALL THIS NOISE?!" Our eldest brother, 16-year-old Jack (but his real name is Jackson), yells. We wake our brother up, now it's time to wake Mothaaa and Fothaaa. "OH MY GOD JOSEPHINE CAN'T CATCH ME!" Chris yells again. Okay, I will track this kid down.
"KIDS! What's going on? Oh god why..." Mom says, coming out of their room as she sees Chris and I running around the house, she starts to laugh. "I'MMA GET YOU CHRISTIAN!" I yell again. But our chase ends as mom goes to the kitchen to make breakfast, she knows Chris and I love to cook with her. "Jo, honey, you make the pancakes." I nod and smile as I prepare the ingredients for pancakes. "And you, my angel Chris, are going to help me cook eggs and bacon." I roll my eyes. Angel. As if he is one.
"Hey, Chris, wanna go somewhere?" I ask, entering my younger brother's room. "Where to?" He asks. "To the mall!" I say, in my fake British. "Hmm, let me think about it...no." He says, playing with his Nintendo. "Pleaaaaase? I'll buy you a new video game!" "Sure. Meet you downstairs in five minutes."
I smirk. Typical Chris. I go to my room and change into a Beatles shirt (well, this is Jack's but he knew I wanted this so he gave me this for my birthday), a pair of white shorts, a pair of black and white checkered Vans. I let my blond waist-length Blondie hair down, I just comb it. I grab my wallet and BlackBerry and slide it into my pockets. And I am all set.
When I go downstairs, Chris is still not there. "CHRIS! WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?! CARRY YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" I yell. As if on cue, he comes down. "Ready, my sister dear?" Ugh. This kid.
"Mom, we're going to the mall!" I say, but I don't need a response, so Chris and I walk out of the front door.
The bustling streets of New York do not surprise Chris and I. We were used to seeing this since the day we were born. You see, our family, my parent's parents and their parents were born here. So we know this city like the back of our hands. We're New Yorkers.
I'm about to hail a taxi when Chris stops me. "Joey! Let me do it!" So I let him hail us a taxi.
"So let's go to Forever 21 first, I hear th--" "NO! Video games first, sissy!" "Hey! I was the one who--" "VIDEO GAMES!"
And he races to the video game store. Uggggh. Brothers.
"This one, sissy!" He says, handing me a game, for me to pay. I don't read what game it is, I just hand it to the cashier. She says the amount that I have to pay. I give her the exact amount. I give Chris the game, and I put my arm around his shoulder and walk off to Forever 21. Finally.
No matter how many times I walk into this shop, it always takes my breath away. I go to the accessories and pick two necklaces, a pair of cute geek glasses, a pair of floral sunglasses and a top that says, "I don't do decaf." It was so freaking cute! Chris and I go to the counter to pay the stuff I bought. "Oh hi, Jo! And hey, Chris!" The cashier, Chloe, says. She knows Chris and I very well, since both of us come here to shop every week. "So, I heard there's gonna be a concert." She says, while computing the total amount of the stuff I bought. "Who?" I ask. "Some fourteen-year-old kid named Greyson Chance." Again with this kid? Wow, he must be super famous. But I haven't heard of him. Well, when I get home, I'll Google him.
"Oh." was all I could say. "So you going?" Chloe asks after giving me the change. "No, you?" "Yeah, I'm bringing my younger cousin since she's obsessed with this kid." "Oh, well text me after the concert!" I say, walking out of Forever 21.
"Joey, have you heard of this Greyson kid?" Chris asks. "Um, I read a magazine article about him last night." I reply.
"Oh, so will you go to his concert?"
"No, Chris. It's gonna be boring if I don't know his songs. Or him."
"So, can we get ice cream?"
"No, but we can get Starbucks!"
He shrugs, "Well, works for me!"
I'm about to open the door when mom opens it for us. "Oh, hey you guys! Freshen up, we're gonna have dinner at some restaurant dad had found!"
"Okay!" We both say simultaneously.
"Mom, is the definition of 'freshen up' means that I have to wear tux?" Chris says, smirking. I smirk. This kid always wanted to wear a tux whenever we eat at restaurants.
"No, honey, when I say, 'freshen up' I mean wear something decent."
"But--"
"No buts."
"Ugh, fine! But someday, I will wear a tux!" He says, throwing in an evil laugh. I mentally facepalmed. This is kid is such a dork.
I slip into a mid-knee pink dress. Nothing fancy. Some ballet flats. I braid my hair the way I did yesterday. I wear the necklace I bought at Forever 21 today. Grab my BlackBerry. I put on some fruity lip gloss. And now I'm all set. And no, I do not bring a purse, it just bothers me.
As we reach the restaurant, I see ten girls around my age screaming at the restaurant window. Who are they screaming at? I guess I don't care.
We are led to our seats, but close to the screaming girls. Gosh, this would be lovely evening, being annoyed with this girls and all. After ordering, I take a look at my younger brother, Chris. For the first time tonight, I notice his clothes. He is wearing a John Lennon shirt (and no, he doesn't like John Lennon, he barely knows him!) a pair of pants and sneakers. His shaggy hair was combed neatly (I don't know who did it). I have to admit, for a devil, he looks kinda cute. My brother Jack, is wearing a lavender V-neck shirt, skinny jeans and a pair of Toms. His brown messy hair looks the same everyday. He looks hot, I think, wait, did I just say that?
"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT WHAT'S GREYSON IS CHANCE EATING!" A girl yells at the top of her lungs. Oh god. Wait, Greyson Chance? Like the same Greyson Chance Chloe and Justin mentioned? I look at Chris, his eyes widen too. I look at the table adjacent to ours. And sure enough, a kid with brownish or blackish or whatever-- it's hard to describe-- hair, brown eyes and freckles delicately sprinkled on his cheeks is sitting there eating steak. Wow, the sight of the steak makes my stomach grumble. Anyway, I'm guessing that's Greyson Chance. He looks about my age.
Jo, that must be him, Chris mouthed at me. Yeah, I mouth back. He looks kinda cute, he mouths.
Oh god Christian, you gay?! I mouth back, smirking.
No! I mean, cute for you.
What are you say--
"You two! Why are you mouthing? You can talk normally! I won't listen. Jeez, dorks..." Jack says, shaking his head at us.
"Whatever." I say. The three of us occupy one table while mom and dad occupy another. We're like this every time we eat at a restaurant. Our orders arrive and they are all simply delicious. I want more!
"The kid at the table beside ours is kinda cute." Jack whispers to me, taking a bite of his Sans Rival cake.
"God, Jack, you gay too?!" I say. He laughs. Uggggh. Since when did brothers become all gossipy about boys?!
So here's Chapter 3! Hope you enjoyed. I will add more hilarious scenes! Suggestions to what might happen in Greyson's Chapter defo needed! Thanks! REVIEW PLEAAASE! (: