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Teenage Dirtbag
Gen's POV
After we say goodbye to Louis and Aves when they leave to go riding, I jump up off the soft brown couch we had all been laying on, noticing I've been laying down way too long because my legs are slightly wobbly as I quickly stand up. I clap my hands together.
"Get up, lazy butts! I wanna show you the tricks I can do on the trampoline." They all groan at my demand. I glare at them, squinting my eyes, and grab Niall's arm as I pull as hard and forcefully as I can, knowing he is the only one I have a chance at moving.
"Damn! You're stronger than you look!" he says, rolling his shoulder and rubbing it. I just give the biggest, squintiest smile I can pull off and gesture for them all to get up. After their simultaneous groan, they start to stand. I lead them out of the living room, through the kitchen, and out through the backdoor of the laundry room.
"So, you do gymnastics?" Liam asks.
"No, but when you have a trampoline and a lot of free time, you learn some pretty cool things," I explain as I climb on top of the chicken coop to hop onto the trampoline.
I show them how I can do a front-hand spring along with a front tuck.
"Woah! How does your little body spin that much without flying into the net?!" Harry asks sarcastically.
"Hey! I may be little, but I'm a firecracker that could rip you to shreds!" I giggle, already seeing them as older brothers to me.
I show them a few more of my more simple tricks and pull them all onto the trampoline with me when I'm done.
"I bet I could pull off that last one," Niall says, referring to my donkey kick followed by a summersault.
"Let's see," I say, backing up gesturing for him to try.
He jumps onto his knees and falls right back into his starting position. We laugh at his attempts.
"Well I'd like to see one of you try!" he says, pointing to the remaining boys. They all try and fail. I can't help but burst with laughter while they make fools of themselves. I'm attacked by dancing phalanges along my stomach and thighs, making me laugh until I almost pee myself! They would have never stopped, they were laughing almost as hard as I was!
"I'll get...you, ahh! Hahha, for this!" I say, rolling over to protect myself. It doesn't work. It's only when I swing my leg around Zayn's foot and pull, knocking them all down on his way to the floor, do they finally let up.
I'm surprised at how easily I talk them into playing 'Dead Man' with me. After a few games, we all get tired and sit down. I'm surprised that these guys have about as much energy as I do. None of Avery's friends, nor mine, are like this.
"So Gen, is it weird having Avery so far away? It seems like you guys don't talk very much." Harry turns and asks me. I can tell he kind of catches himself making sure that last part didn't sound too offensive. To be honest, I try not to think about it, which is exactly what I tell him.
"I try not to think about, I've gotten used to having family far away. You know, with my Dad living in North Carolina." It didn't mean to come out that pitiful. I don't want them thinking I'm trying to get them to pity me. I see how Harry's eyes are slightly overcome with guilt, now realizing what his question led to.
"Oh," he says in the same expression he looked--slightly guilty and embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm a complete open book, so really don't feel bad or anything. I've gotten used to explaining this. And honestly, it's really not that hard, and I know this kinda sounds bad, but I try not to call them as long as I don't have to, because it makes me miss them more. I don't know if that's selfish or just mean," I say thinking of a way to explain it because their faces look completely blank. "It's like having this great, delicious-looking chocolate cake sat right in front of you," I continue, "but you aren't aloud to have it. Though you are privileged to have just a bite, you know that after you have that first bite all you will want is to shove that whole thing into your mouth, but you can't, so you just don't have the first bite, completely avoiding the temptation," I say finally getting the right words across. They all look at me like I just explained the Big Bang Theory to them, but they understand every word of it.
"I get it, we've all had girlfriends and family that we have had to be apart from due to our work" Zayn says. They all nod and agree.
"Well, now it is time for what I call 'The Boyfriend's Friend's Test'!" I speak, imitating a game show host. They all look at me a bit confused. "It's exactly how it sounds, I'll ask you guys a series of questions, determining if you are worthy of being friends with my sister. Don't think you're getting a pass for being One Direction, though that's already ten million thousand points in my book, but it's not enough." I see a smirk appear on Harry's lips, knowing what I just said he will hold against me.
"Huh, ten million thousand points, eh? So, before we start this test I have a few questions for you," he says, the smirk still firmly planted across his mouth. I roll my eyes and wait for him to continue.
"What's your favorite 1D song? Which hairstyle do you like best on Liam? What do you think about Louis and Avery? And, the big one, who's your favorite?" he says without thinking about it for a second.
"Hmmm." I bite my lip, thinking hard on each question. After what feels like a lifetime of deciding, I finally say, "Half a Heart, that's a hard one! Easy, when it was kinda like Louis', he had it in 2013." I pause before answering the next question. "I'll answer the last two after the test"
We go through the easy 'favorites' questions and move on to Avery.
"If something were to happen to Louis, you didn't have girlfriends, and one of you had to take the place as Avery's boyfriend--close your eyes, keep 'em shut, and raise your hand if you think you should be the one to fill that place." They look at each other almost asking 'Are we going to answer?' They shrug and close their eyes. "Ok, you may now raise your hands." I'm surprised at how fast Liam's hand shoots up. Now thinking about it, he didn't even look at the other boys while they were agreeing if they were going to do it or not. He immediately closed his eyes and waited patiently. As I wait for the rest of the boys to answer, my mom calls for all of us because it's time to head up to my grandparent's house for Avery's 'reunion'. We all get up and start walking to the car. I'm the last to get off so I jump onto Liam's back for a lift. He cooperates and holds onto my legs, slightly leaning forward. I'm still thinking of all the things I want to ask them in the test, like; Would you ever kiss Avery? What would you rate her from 1-10? Do you think Louis will treat her right? How often to they kiss? And so many more questions that were just bubbling around in my head. One in particular, the one that Harry asked me: What do I think of Louis and Avery? I swear to god, if that boy is ever anything but completely charming and supportive towards her, I will get my best boots on and personally kick him straight in the balls, only he will be standing on a cliff.
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Right after we arrive at my grandparents, Avery and Louis enter the back door soaking wet. Although, I'm not exactly paying attention to them. I continue chatting in the kitchen with my aunt and a few of my cousins. We simply talk about how Avery is dating an incredibly famous boy band member and how well her career is going.
"I would never have thought that Avery would go for the 'skinny jeans' type," my Aunt Di says as she puts air quotes around 'skinny jeans'. I'm not sure why, but I feel the need to defend them. More so Louis than Avery.
"But that's just because that's what you wear when you're in a boy band," I start off. "If they dressed like cowboys with loose, boot-cut jeans and boots, then no one would listen to them or be absolutely overly obsessed with them. It's just his persona and maybe his jeans are stretchy. I have jeans like that that I wear horseback riding because they're so comfortable." It doesn't come out nearly as calm and relaxed as it did in my head. I meant to simply just clarify that the stereotype was very caddy, instead I find myself nearly yelling at my aunt. I try and think of something quick to say to clear that up, because I'm not appreciating the shocked glares that stand on their faces at the moment. "I mean he's on tour, and, you can only pack so much, and it's not like they're all clean, ya know how that is, but-"
She cuts me off. I'm very relieved because I was just letting whatever came to my mind fall out of my mouth. I couldn't stop them. Even if I closed my lips, the words from my brain would punch their way through my closed mouth.
"I know what you meant," she says sternly, trying to sound understanding, but it's not working.
"She really likes Louis, and he really cares for her, she's found herself a keeper there I think," I finish, knowing that I'm right. As I am replaying the conversation in my mind, I realize she didn't say anything really, besides 'skinny jeans type'. I still don't understand why I reacted so strongly to her comment, but as I look over to Avery and Louis, both dressed in dry sweats and shirts, I see the way they look into each other's eyes. It sends chills down my back, the way he stares into her eyes, not her boobs or anything else. He just gently leaves his eyes locked on hers, even when she isn't looking at him. Avery hasn't had many boyfriends. Her only serious one was with this guy, Brad. She had one in high school named Brandon, but I hardly even met him. The only time I really had a conversation with him is when I stole her phone and texted him, letting him believe I was her. I lightly chuckle to myself. "Got in big trouble for that one," I murmur, smiling to myself.
"What?" a voice behind me says. I gasp and clutch my chest, still not turning around. I can tell they're really close, staring into my brain. I wondered if they can tell what I'm thinking from that close. I turn around to see Harry smiling obnoxiously.
"God! You gave me a heart attack! You know I could've thought you were some creep and just kicked you right in the nuts, right?" I say, punching his shoulder.
"Why would you that when your whole family is here. Why couldn't it have been them?" he asks in a slightly defending manner.
"Please," I scoff. "Like they pay attention to me. I could be gasping for life on the floor and no one would notice," I chuckle as I feel someone crash into my back, grasping their hands around my waist. I can tell it's Baileigh by her little palms. I giggle and she stands up and hide behind me shyly, just staring at Harry, probably just now recognizing him.
"Ahh, you little stinker!" I say as I tickle her sides. She giggles as she looks up at me before returning right back to Harry.
"Hello there, love!" he says in his accent, which makes her blush and leaves her cheeks the color of the strawberry red lipgloss she has been carrying around in her Barbie purse.
"Hi," she says. Well, that's a bit of an overstatement. She hardly mouthed the word.
"Bails, this is Harry, from One Direction," I say, answering her question she had secretly been asking. She detaches from my leg and jumps onto Harry. He laughs barely catching her and lifts her up into the air. She was pretty light for a seven year old, I have to say.
"Can I have a kiss?" he asks in a slight baby voice, turning his cheek to her. She involuntarily grabs his nose and mouth with her hand and with the other his curly locks, pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek. He smiles and puts her down as she runs off back to the living room. I shrug and we both follow her in. I walk over to the side table, behind the chairs and couch where Nichola, Avery, and Louis are.
"How old are you?" Nichola asks, and I already know this is the beginning of a lot more questions.
"22."
"Are you a good kisser?" She says, licking her fork, removing the remaining potato salad left on it.
Louis chuckles nervously as he looks over to Avery to answer the question. She just raises her hands, gesturing that this is all up to him, so he decides on what's comfortable and takes the snarky route.
"Well, I don't know love, I've never kissed myself before."
"Well someone has to judge and I don't know you that well, yet," she says, keeping a straight face, which just makes it that much funnier.
"Avey, Genny, come see my new barbies!" Baileigh yells running over to us. We stand up and Louis is about to follow. "Where do you think you're going? It is a 'NO BOY ZONE'," she says, snapping in the formation of a 'z'. She twist: her head so much I'm worried it will pop off!
"Don't die," I say as Bails drags us off to her room.
Louis' POV
They both just left me there. What traitors. I turn back around cautiously not knowing what could happen with this one.
"Well, now that the children are gone..." she starts, taking a long pause. I take a sip of the orange juice I have been drinking. Well more like a gulp, due to how nervous I am.
"Have you done it yet?" I nearly choke on my big gulp of OJ. It takes every muscle in my mouth to keep from doing a full on spit take.
"What?" I say, still coughing.
"You know what I said," she says without a single curve to her lip.
"Ummm..." I am so uncomfortable. I'm desperately searching for Avery to come and save me. After I finally realize she isn't coming, I turn back to Nichola, who hasn't moved since she asked me. She raises her eyebrow, gesturing for me to answer.
"No?" I state, though it comes out as a question. She only stares at me deeper, which I did not even think was possible.
"I can tell when people lie."
"No, we haven't," I say as definitively as possible.
"Ok, what do you think her bra size is?" Damn. This girl is as blunt as a hammer.
"Uhh, I don't know, 7?" I have no idea how the measurements work when every piece of clothing is different, and I only know the sizes of the things that I buy.
"It doesn't work that way. It goes on cup size: A, B, C, D, DD, DDD, and you get the gist. And then the length around your back: 32, 34, 36, 38, etc. So, an sample answer would be 32A." She pauses. "So?"
I had thought that I had gotten used to her strange questions, but this is just weird. I want a better example, but as soon as I'm about to ask her what she is to think of an estimate, I bite my tongue, realizing what a crap storm that would be. I know she's testing me, I just don't know how.
"34C," I say definitively. I tried to go safe and just guessed the middle options. I grow worried as her expression turns bI've seen it a million times on Harry. I know I answered wrong. Her mischievous smirk only grows as I become more worried, knowing it's showing on my face.
"Oh! So, you pay a lot of attention to her boobs?" she asks and I understand where she was going.
"Well, I mean, I was just guessing, it's not like, I wouldn't pay attention, I mean I do pay attention. No! I mean I pay attention to her, not, you know." Her expression shifts a little from mischievous to concerned, but it looks fake. I don't understand until I heard Gen, Avery, and Bails come up behind me.
"What has you looking like you just ran a marathon?" Genevieve asks me as I realize I'm breathing heavy and sweating like a pig.
"Oh, nothing," Nichola says, innocently.
"I knew it wasn't a good idea to leave you alone with her," Avery says, kissing my cheek. I thought Nichola would be offended by her comment, but she simply nods her head.
"I know, what a boneheaded move," she says with her dry humor. Wow, coming in here I thought I had a litter of puppies to take a liking to. It turns out it's a pack of starved wolves.
Gen's POV
The baseball game is 3-2 as the Yankees got another point.
"Woo!" Niall says raising his fist in the air. Everyone turns and give him a stare that could curdle milk. His smile quickly drops, looking worried. "The people on the screen are cheering. They got a goal," he says, defending himself.
"Ok, 'mate'," Uncle Garff starts, mocking Niall's ignorant knowledge of baseball. "It isn't a goal, it's a run, and we're rooting for the other team."
"Then whats an RBI?" he asks.
"Woahh, slow down, bloke," he says, still making fun of him. "Let's learn about the 'three strikes you're out' rule before we go any deeper."
"How many rules are there in this bloody sport?!" he says, obviously confused with all of this.
As I start to return to my conversation in the kitchen, Baileigh grabs Harry's beanie, giggling and running quickly out of the room with him racing behind her. I chuckle and walk into the kitchen.
They've moved on from Louis and Avery and are talking about Brianna's pregnancy. It doesn't matter what they are talking about anyways. I'm not listening. I watch as Avery introduces the boys. Although I can hear her, all of my attention is turned to Liam; the way he's looking at her, with such care, but I also see some sadness that's hiding. Not necessarily on purpose, it's just forgotten about as he enjoys our little gathering, but it's still there.
I'm pulled from my thoughts as the doorbell rings.
"I got it, hun," Papa says as he changes his direction from the kitchen to the front door.
I can't help but wonder who it is. It's most likely someone just spreading the word of Christ, or handing out flyers about an event that would help some cause somewhere, but that theory is disproven as soon as I hear Pop say;
"Hey! Look who it is! Long time, no see, son!" It's obviously someone he's good friends with. My mind doesn't even have enough time to guess who it could be before I see him, standing next to Papa, wearing his funny little smirk.
"Hi everybody! Miss me?"