I feel bad for Keith. I was beyond selfish last week. Only thinking about myself and my problems instead of helping Keith. I feel so bad about what I had done, that I want to find his little sister, Meredith. It can't be that hard to find a person right? I mean she's alive and not missing or anything. I just have to look for a woman in her late thirties-start forties. Hm.
I graduated yesterday because I'm tired of the jokes and teasing, and because I have had enough credit for a while now. I wanted to graduate normally, and feel normal for a day, but nope. I didn't want to wait. So now I'm just at home all day making sure Drew gets in school on time every morning. I even drive him in his own car when I have to. And then I pick him up after school again. It's amazing to make Drew embarrassed. He get all red and shy. It's a great sight. I understand him though. What teenage boy wants to be driven to school every morning by his twin/big sister? Yup I'm the big sister in this relationship.
"Drew! Get up!" I screamed as I walked into hs room the next morning. I had heard the girl run out last night, so I'm not afraid to walk into his room. "It's time to school!" I said smirking knowing I didn't have to go anymore. Drew and I was born on March 3rd which makes us 17 and seniors. Our birthday is next month.
"Asdfghjkl." Was all I got. I giggled and walked to the end of his bed. His feet was sticking out the bed of the duvet and I smirked. I took a feather from the floor (don't ask me how it got there) and tickled his foot with it. It quickly disappeared under the duvet. I giggled.
"Come on big boy, don't make me get the bucket!" I threatened. The boy practically shot up.
"The bucket?" He asked scared. I smirked and nodded biting my lip. Drew jumped out of bed and into his bathroom. I quickly covered my eyes because he had sex yesterday (again), and he didn't think about putting on his pyjamas.
"Drew! Ew!" I ran out of the room.
"You can just stay out!" He yelled after me and laughed loudly. Motherfucker.
"Drew we're leaving now!" I called out. I grabbed his car keys from the table beside the door. He soon came down the stairs, walking slower than a snail.
"Come on you dork, we don't have all day!" I chuckled and opened the front door. To answer your question: no our mother is never home.
"Why do you have to drive?" Drew whines as he got into the passenger seat.
"Because I'm the oldest," I answered in a matter of fact, and started the car. 5 minutes older, and I'm gonna tease him about it the rest of his miserable life.
"But it's my car!"
"Sour loser," I mumbled and drove down the road towards the school.
20 minutes later I pulled into the schools parking lot and parked up front just to irritate Drew.
"Bitch," Drew mumbled and started getting out of the car. I pulled him back and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek when I was sure his friends were looking. I smirked evilly as he groaned and walked towards his friends. I watched as they teased him and laughed. It's like fresh air to see my twin beyond embarrassed.