Lolling myself on the bed, I gripped onto the bed post and clenched my eyes shut.

"I don't wanna go and you can't make me!" Gripping tighter onto the bed post, i scrunched my face up trying to avoid the pain of my legs getting ripped off.

"I don't care if I have to drag you by your little brown curls" Ryan tugged once more at my legs, letting out sigh of strain. "You're going to the party with me"

Her blonde hair messily hung over her heavy lined eyes as she switched up the positions of trying to ply me from off of my bed.

now this scene may look a bit over the top - I, dangling from her bed, my so called best friend yanking at me with a face looking like she wants to sacrifice me to the gods herself - but I had good reasons to, okay?

It's not like I don't go to parties, because I do... So they may all be family related but who cares.

But that doesn't mean I don't have a social life, again that socialising may be mostly family related, but you're missing the point.

I just don't feel like going to a party where I know none of the people. Ryan goes to a different school, so it was obvious that I'd be the black sheep.

"Get off me you weirdo!" I shrieked as she began to pull harder.

"No!" Pushing her hair out of her face, I thought about the countless of times I had told her to just go and get a haircut, but nooo. It was all part of her punk rock look apparently. Her without her long hair would be like the world without music, not worth living.

Her words, not mine.

"Just let go!" She shouted back. I had to fight the urge of singing let it go at that moment to try to keep myself in serious mode.

"Nerverrr!" I dramatically threw my head back and nearly burst out laughing at Ryan's point blank expression.

Hearing her huff, she let my legs drop back to the bed and stalked off with her arms crossed over her chest.

Victory is sweet.

Victory is amazing

Victory is gold

"Hey they sexy momma"

Victory is - Arnold..

Stumbling back to my feet, I stood there as straight as board as I glared at Ryan's younger brother, Arnold. Arnold was like any other sex crazed 16 year old, except from the fact he's been obsessed with me since the day he could say the word boobs.

If you didn't know, you wouldn't be able to tell if Ryan and Arnold were even related. His hair was as dark as night itself, whereas Ryan's was a summery blonde. Her skin was almost the same complexion of milk, but Arnold could have been confused for a student from Spain. His eyes were a light emerald, and Ryan's an ocean blue.

It was all very weird how they were brother and sister.

Licking his hand, he smoothed back down his jet black hair and started to stalk towards me with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Really Ryan!? Using your brother as some sort of threat to get me to go isn't gonna work?" I yelled with my hands cupped around my mouth. Standing my ground, I heard Ryan's devious cackle from outside her room.

Peaking her head in, she looked at me with a slight grin. Somehow she had found war paint to draw on her face like she was a red indian going into battle.

Within like 5 seconds.,really?

"You sure about that?" Just by her tone I didn't trust her.

My nervous eyes flickered between Arnold's ridiculous kissy faces, and her ghostly grin.

"Have I ever told you how nice your skin smells" Arnold tried to say seductively.

"I'm mixed puertorican and black, I will whoop your ass if needs be, Arnold" holding my arms out, I imitated a karate move before I got tackled to the bed.

He began to tickle my gut before making more kissing noises between his laughs.

"You give in yet?!" Ryan yelled over my hysteric laughing. With tears rolling out my eyes, I couldn't help but shake my head in surrender.

"J-just get h-him off me" trying to push the oaf off of me, he didn't budge. Instead, he just began placing mushy kisses over my cheeks.

I swear to god if he wasn't tickling me, I would so yell at him right now.

Suddenly, he was yanked from over me and was being dragged out of Ryan's room by the ear. By his screams, you would think Ryan was dragging him out while smashing him in the balls with a steel bar.

After throwing him out of her room, she dusted both of her hands together facing the pale blue closed door.

She span around on her heels with a smile as I laid there on the bed pouting at her.

"Now, let's get you dolled up"

Eugh I have a bad feeling about this.

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