20Chapter Two: Beanies and Fruity Pebbles
A blast of music, some sort of weird techno, came from the wall behind Edie's head.
"Turn that off Andy, you crazy bitch," She yelled after popping her head out from underneath her covers and banged on the wall until her fist hurt. She was going to freaking kill her sister. Only if her head didn't kill her first.
The music was turned down to a more reasonable volume.
"Boo you whore!" Came her sisters reply. Edie rolled her eyes. Andy had watched Mean Girls one too many times.
She heard a groan come from the other side of the bed and she immediately stiffen. She wouldn't have brought him home…oh god.
She tentatively reached over to where a bump was in the sheet and pulled it off, waiting to see him. What was his name? Joe, Jerry, Jack, Julius…
It was Holly. Edie sighed and laid her head against the wall, watching as her friend shivered and uncurled herself.
She clasped a hand to her forehead. "Head…hurts…"
Edie groaned as a reply and squeezed her eyes shut when a beam of light came in through her windows.
Her door burst open and a figure flew in, a whirlwind of blonde hair and pink pajamas. It dove onto her bed, snuggling underneath the covers in between the two girls.
"Hey there little Grommet," Edie cooed, brushing the hair out of her youngest sister's face.
Brigid stuck her tongue out. "I'm not a Grommet anymore. I can surf better then half the guys at school."
Edie smiled and gave her a little pat on her head. Brigid and her little nephew were her Achilles heel. They knew it too. But Edie had taken Brig under her wing and taught her everything she knew about surfing and just life in general.
"Mom needs us to go to the grocery store. She needs stuff for the Factory." The younger girl said, flipping onto her stomach and kicking her feet in the air. "Fuck. You're room's a mess."
So maybe Brigid learned more then Edie wanted her too. She seemed to pick up on her swearing habit. She particularly favored fuck. Fuck this and fuck that. Fuck.
Edie made a little grunt, stretching her limbs luxuriously, enjoying the little cracks her stiff from sleep joints made.
"You were way past curfew last night," Brigid said, voice muffled by the mattress.
"Waiting up for me mother?" Edie teased, and then patted her butt. "Let's go Grommet. Get this shit over with."
She looked to Holly again. She was deeply asleep, mouth hanging open. She better not have drooled.
The two, Edie and Andy, made their way out the door after Edie pulled random clothes onto her body, hopping and lunging over the clothes, shoes, and containers of wax lying on Edie's floor. It was a biohazard really, with candy wrappers and who knew what else was all over the place.
The rest of the house wasn't much better. The Sullivan's lived in a small bungalow type house, which quickly got cluttered because what house wouldn't with a toddler and two newly teenaged girls? Not to mention the fact that there was one overly depressed nineteen year old but Edie didn't really count her as a sister…Maybe an annoying person who ate her special made coconut candies, but not a sister.
The garden outside was as unruly as ever when they exited the house. It was her mother's 'baby'. She had been working on it for years and, frankly, Edie wasn't sure why the hell she did it. Gardening wasn't her thing. More specifically, dirt wasn't her thing. But her mom loved it and could usually be found outside, plucking and pruning and digging.
The truth was, it wasn't nice looking. It was a mess. There were so much flowers and shrubs it incased the walkway, and Edie had to push a few things out of her way, Indiana Jones style.
"Come on!" Brigid yelled and threw herself, yes threw, into the old VW van.
Brigid loved going grocery shopping. She wouldn't stop bouncing in her seat and ran out of the car, while it was still moving, when they pulled into the parking lot. She turned around when she got to the door and waved her hand, Come on, before going inside. More like flying inside.
The store was nice and cool when Edie entered. Some crappola music, freaking elevator music, flowed from the speakers and made her grimace.
She started to walk, looking down each of the aisles to look for her sister. Seriously, the girl enjoyed food too much.
She came to a halt as she saw someone, some people, standing in the cereal aisle and quickly moved into the next one, craning her neck so she could look at them.
It was band boy…and another band boy.
"Come on!" Her band boy…no, not hers, God, whined.
"No!" The other band boy said and grabbed the box in band boy's hand to put it back on the shelf.
Band boy growled. "I want Fruity Pebbles!"
"Well," The other band boy said. "I want world peace. I want to have a threesome with those chicks back in Philly. I want money! And we can not afford cereal."
Banc boy scoffed. "Dude. Seriously? It's cereal. You need to chillax."
"I'm not going to chillax! Cereal is expensive Braedon! We need that money!"
Ah. Braedon.
"You mean we need…" Band boy, Braedon, checked the price on a box. "A dollar? We need a dollar."
"One dollar adds up to two dollars which adds up to ten, twenty, fifty, hundred, thousand…"
"Ten thousand, million, billion, gillion, babillion, fafillion. I get it." Braedon said. "Look. Alright. I'll forget about the cereal. Let's go buy some toilet paper."
No.
No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Nin, nin, nin.
They were…living…in her town. In her town!
Well, they could have just been buying that stuff for the road…but she could see a Swiffer, light bulbs, and tomato juice in their cart. Definitely home stuff. Unless they were some weird…kinky…people.
They turned and walked down the opposite side. She exhaled and beat her head against a shelf.
"Is he the reason why you got home so late at night?" A voice said into her ear and giggled.
She squealed and whipped around.
"Bitch!" She said and started to tickle Brigid.
"Sorry," Brigid breathed and stood by a cart. "But is he?"
"Him?" She snorted. "No. God no! No."
Brigid looked at her with her eye brows raised before pushing the cart.
What was that about?
When Edie caught up to her, Brigid started to read off the list.
"Flour, got it. Pickles. Check. Bread. Check. Jumbo size ketchup, check. Carrots, meat, hamburger and hotdog buns, rubber gloves. All check. All we need is Nico's Special K. The strawberry kind." Apparently, Edie wasn't the only one who wasn't so fond of Nico.
Edie stuck her tongue out. "Nico. Nico's cereal. Fucking A. She has to have her cereal. I'll go get it." Her hang over made itself known as she started to walk.
She headed into the cereal aisle and stood in front of the shelves, resting her forehead against them. Maybe she should get Nico the wrong type of Special K. Or maybe Raisin Bran. Oh, Captain Crunch or…
"Can you hand me a Fruity Pebbles?"
She groaned and turned her head a bit. Yup. There was band b-Braedon, standing next to her, grinning. She looked him over with a heavy lidded gaze. She couldn't deny he was hot. If you liked that kind of thing. Which she didn't. But…god…she saw that thing on his head. Possible the ugliest beanie she had ever seen.
"That is the fugliest beanie I have ever seen," She whispered hoarsely.
He smiled brightly. "Thanks! Fruity Pebbles please."
She blinked, slowly. Once, then twice.
"Uh…you okay?" He asked.
She turned her head back to face the cereal, the cold metal pushing against the skin of her forehead.
"Don't I know you?" Questions. Too many questions. Too loud.
"I hope not." She mumbled.
He laughed. "I do know you! Well, not personally but you were at the bar last night!"
So he did look at her. She was actually able to suppress that feeling that rose in her stomach.
"Want a prize?"
"A pony?"
"All out of ponies. Howa bout a knee to the balls?"
He laughed. How dare he be unfazed. Was he actually enjoying it?
He took of his hat and pushed it over her head.
He made a square with his fingers and look through it. "Nice. Very nice."
"Ew! Get this thing off of my head!" She gagged and tugged it off before throwing at his face.
"You're a freak, you know that?"
"Actually, I didn't. But now I do! So thanks!"
She growled and turned on her heal, stomping down the aisle.
He was still laughing when he called out to her. "Hey! What's your name?"
Her only response was to flip him off over her shoulder. The cereal went forgotten as she grabbed Brigid and their groceries, speeding off in a flurry of dust and clenched teeth.
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"What was that about?" Brigid asked as they hauled the groceries through the garden.
"Nothing!" She yelled. "Absolutely nothing!"
That same strange look passed over her sister's features.
They awkwardly stumbled into the door and through the living room to the kitchen.
Her mother, looking sinfully good for a thirty seven year old, stood in front of the stove, flipping omelets. Edie scowled at her mothers trim, tan arms. Not an ounce of fat on her.
She heard a groan and saw Holly sitting at the table, hunched over, head resting on her arms.
"Your mother is so evil," She groaned and added to the woman, "I hate you Rose."
Her mother smiled and waved the spatula in the air. "It's what you two get for drinking so much. Breakfast anyone?"
That's how her mother was. Rose Sullivan wasn't a 'mom'. Well…she was but not in the traditional sense. Just one look at her told you that. But she wasn't strict and didn't have many rules. She demanded all of her daughter's friend call her Rose. And, again, she was smoking hot.
Music started from the living room. Edie and Holly groaned and held their heads. Too loud.
Andy giggled as she twirled into the rule. Granted, The Used wasn't twirling music but that's how Andy was.
She pulled Edie up and the two started to dance around the room. Brigid joined them while Holly groaned even louder.
"Burn the sun," Andy sung.
Edie sung back, "Burn the light!"
"Take take take take take take it away!" All three girls sung together and laughed.
"Take my hand!"
"Take my life!"
"Take take take take take take it away!"
Nico entered, with grace that every model would have envied, not to mention cheekbones, and glared at her sisters.
"Must you dance and be obnoxious this early in the morning?"
"Must you be such a bitch?" Edie said and smirked. Too easy.
She did a mock salute as Nico huffed and turned to leave.
"Edie," Rose sighed. "I thought I told you…"
"I thought I told you that Nico is a self righteous bitch with no soul," Edie interjected, using a light tone with dark undercurrents.
A little boy, her nephew Brody, platinum haired and sticky face, ran, tilting dangerously, into the room.
He knocked into Edie and she immediately scooped him into her arms, and placed a thousand little kisses over his face.
"Eed!" He yelled and bounced in her arms. He still couldn't talk right. It was painfully cute.
Andy spun past them and san to Brody, "Take it away."
"K!" He said and smiled at her.
Brigid took him and twirled him in the air as they all continued to sing and dance. Rose had disappeared and Holly was yelling something indecipherable.
Edie could hear her mother talking to someone at their front door.
"Well, I'm so grateful that you're helping. I just can't find the time…"
"Your welcome ma'am."
She laughed. "Please, call me Rose."
"Alright, you're welcome Rose."
"Sorry about the music. I have four daughters. And they're…well…why don't you meet them?"
"Sure."
The music stopped.
"What the fuck?" Brigid said and Brody giggled.
"Fook! Fook!" He chanted.
Rose entered the kitchen again and sighed. "For the last time, no swearing around the two year old. Jesus Christ."
Edie giggled.
"Oh shut up Edie. Now, I want you to meet someone. He's gunna be helping with the yard work because I've just been too busy…"
Whoever 'he' was chose to walk into the kitchen then. The first thing Edie saw was…a head covered by a beanie. A very, very ugly beanie. And who wore a beanie in California, during the summer anyway?
Rose smiled. "Girls, meet Braedon."
All Edie could think was:
'Kill. Me. Now.'
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A/N- Ok. So here's the thing. I'm having the biggest case of writers block ever. So this is short and sucky and I couldn't get it to come out the way I had thought of it in my head but I had to write something to try and sure this damn writers block. Into Dust is giving me trouble too. But oh, being me, I get inspired and start to write something just for fun that turned into an amazing plot and I love it and it's the best out of all my stories…and I can't post it. Not unless ya'll really want me too and don't mind if I don't update regularly. Cuz I have to finish Into Dust and Dark Blue. If I get over writers block.
Grommet is a name for a young surfer. And 'nin' is German for no. I think I spelt it wrong but I speak some German and I love saying nin so I put it in. Plus I think its something Edie would say. Anyways…bye. Oh, review please.
P.S- The song is Take It Away by The Used. Its one of my favs and its really good to dance to. Trust me.