I just hate people. Nothing more, nothing less.

Especially that rainbow haired guy who changes his hair colour almost very week.

"Sooner or later it's all gonna fall out and I'm gonna laugh and laugh till my gut hurts." I snicker and he glares at me as he runs a hand through his weird coloured hair.

"Well you change yours just as much as I do, so I wouldn't be talking Wild." He says eyes narrowing as mine copy his green ones.


2. Cheap Plastic Bag

"Tyler! Are you awake?" Mom yells and I groan and keep my eyes shut for as long as I can.

After a couple minutes of quietness I almost fall back asleep. Key word: almost.

My door opens and my warm blanket is ripped off me. "Tyler Chase Wild get up now."

Great my full name. I glance up at her and mentally roll my eyes as she has her hand on her hip.

"I'm up, no need to fret mother." I say as I sit up.

"Good I need some help with the groceries." She says before walking out of my room and (thankfully) shutting the door behind her.

I sit up, groaning and slowly make my way over to my mirror and cringe at the sight.

I need more beauty sleep then a lifetime could give me.

I grab out a dark blue tank top and black skinny jeans an clean under clothes. I walk into my new shower and put my clothes down on the counter as I turn on the hot water.

After cleaning up and all that snazzy stuff, I get out, get dressed and throw my hair into a messy soaked bun and I put on some mascara.

That should do it. Cause that's all I'm putting on no matter what.

For now.

I walk down testa it's and sit at the island on one of the stools.

I grab an apple and stare at it in my hand.

All of a sudden it's taken from my hand. "Hey! Dumbass give it back."

I scowl at my brother as he take a bite out of my apple. "Want it still?"

I make a grossed out face. "You keep it. It's got your germs on it."

He then throws out his apple an throws his arms around me making me screech.

"Ew! get the hell off me Brandon!" I try and get out of his arms as he laughs.

"Oh I love you little sister!" He says and I groan and finally push him off me.

"Ugh. Go die in a hole you bloodsucker." I say as I throw on flip flops and head out to the car were mom is going through stuff.

"Thee you are Tyler, can you grab the bags from the back seat?" Mom asks and before I can even say anything she's gone inside.

I groan and push my bangs out of my face. I pick up a bag and all the crap falls out.

"Well fuck me." I whisper.

"Well you get right to the point, don't you?" A new voice asks and I look up to see a guy with black and red hair and green eyes.

"Didn't mean it." I say as he bends down to my eye level as I pick up a few food articles that fell out of the cheap plastic bag.

He stands up and holds out his hand for me to take. I bite my tongue to say anything I'll regret to this random guy.

He helps me up and I automatically take my hand back. I pick up a few things and he helps.

I give him a small smile and motion for him to follow me into the house where he can put them away.

We walk into the house to see an empty kitchen. I put the stuff I've got On the island and he does with the stuff he's got also.

"Thanks." I say and he nods his head.

"I'm Mi-" He gets cut off.

"Who's this?" An obnoxious voice says and I roll my eyes.

I turn around and cross my arms over my chest as I look at my older brother. "No need to get your panties in a twist."

The guy coughs, trying to cover up a laugh.

"I, uh I should go. Um your welcome with the bags and um. Yeah I'm gonna go." The guy says shooting me a smile and a displeased look before walking out the door.

Well then.

"Who was that?" Brandon asks again.

I groan and start putting food away. "I would love to tell you if I knew his name, but then again why would I tell you anyway?"

"Because you love me and why don't you know his name? Know what? Don't answer that. Ever." He says before helping me put away food.

I give him a dirty look and put stuff away also.

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