"Do you always use memes with your homework?" I question, searching my mind for one single logical reason why I'm still confined in this beautiful monstrosity with the two brainless brothers.

Justin looks over at me as though I had just asked if he was born on another planet.

Which he most definitely was, though he'd probably deny it...

Or maybe he wouldn't.

"It's the only way we can concentrate more than—"

"Two minutes?"

He scoffs. "No. Three."

I shake my head "I guess the one minute makes a big difference," I retort sarcastically.

"Of course it does!"

I roll my eyes and focus back on my own page. Which, I might add, I don't need memes to concentrate on.

A sudden gasp snaps me out of my concentrated state. I slowly turn my head towards the boys, annoyance written all over my face. "What is it?" I ask to the redhead's open-mouthed, surprised face.

"Nothing!" he replies, his face falling back to normal. "I was just practicing gasping in Spanish." Suddenly he drops his face into his hands and shakes his shoulders, making sobbing noises from his annoying lips.

"What are you doing now?" I question irritably, wondering if he's suddenly bipolar.

"I'm sobbing in Spanish!" he replies, lifting his head from his hands and wiping away imaginary tears. Then a smile lights up his face, putting his pearly (or not so pearly from that gag drink and all of the junk food he ate) whites on display.

"What are you doing now? Smiling in Spanish?"

"No, silly! I'm smiling because I'm all done with my homework!" He stands up, only to deflate back to the couch.

"What? You forgot to smile in Spanish too so you can prove to your teacher that you're bilingual?" I ask.

"No..." He gives me a weird look. "I just realized there's no food left for a snack."

I turn to Lucas, who has been silent this entire time. "Congrats. You're best friends with a black hole." I rise to my feet, walking out of the living room and into the next room. I stare at the paintings on the wall and realize that this is not the Stinky, Fishy Room (which I have now deemed the aquarium room's name), and unfamiliar to my uncultured eyes.

"Is that Van Gogh?" I question mostly to myself.

"Leonardo da Vinci, actually," a voice replies behind me.

Knowing who it is behind me, I reply without turning, "Close enough."

"Not really."

"Stop talking."

"Why?"

"Because you're annoying, genius."

"I'm guessing 'genius' wasn't a compliment."

"Nope."

Lucas walks up beside me, confirming my assumption and staring at the painting I was beholding.

"Portrait of a Musician," Lucas began, even though I hadn't asked, "an unfinished painting widely attributed to the Italian Renaissance artist Leonardo da Vinci, dated to c. 1483–1487. Produced while Leonardo was in—"

"Is that Wikipedia?"

"Maybe."

I raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"Wikipedia," he confirms.

"How much of the description did you memorize?"

"All of it."

I purse my lips and stare at Lucas' completely straight face. "And how long did that take?"

"A few weeks," he mumbles in reply.

"Understandable," I return. "Anything else?"

"Shakespeare's life, wars throughout the ages, whether a tomato is a fruit or vegetable—"

"They have that?"

"No, just all about tomatoes."

"And you memorized that for what purpose exactly?"

He scratches the back of his neck. "A...a debate for school. Yeah, an essay on fruits and..." He clears his throat. "Vegetables."

"Oh, and what other debates have you done?" I give him a sly grin, seeing right through his—well not so calm demeanor.

Seriously, this dude needs to work on his poker face. He looks more nervous than a Shih Tzu trying to sneak over to Mexico with illegal chips and salsa.

"Whether cereal is a soup or not," he answers within a few seconds.

"It's not," I retort.

"It is."

"Says who?"

"Says science."

"Science?"

"Science."

"And since when are you an expert on science?" I question, eyebrow raised to the roof.

"Since I discovered Wikipedia."

"And like any source, do you know if it's reliable?"

Ｗｉｋｉｐｅｄｉａ

A 𝐖𝐞𝐛 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Ｗｉｋｉｐｅｄｉａ

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

"Yes."

"And how is that, Einstein?"

Silence falls upon the room, and I look up at him, knowing I've got him trapped in his own words.

"Be—cause I know it's reliable."

"If you say so, Lucas Einstein. If you say so."

"Albert Einstein (eyen-styne) (in german, ˈalbɛʁt ˈʔaɪnʃtaɪn)—born 14 March 1879 – 18 April 1955—was a German-born theoretical physicist, widely acknowledged to be one of the greatest physicists of all time. Einstein is known for developing the theory of relativity..."

"Poor Einstein," I say over Lucas' rambling. "If he were to see what has come of his great name. Known only from Wikipedia." I step in front of Lucas to get his attention. "Say, do you even know what your saying means?"

"All I know is that the German pronunciation took forever to learn."

"German? But it's Italian," I say with a serious look.

"No, it's—"

"Italian," I finish.

"No..."

"And how are you so sure?"

"Because I memorized the entire thing."

I don't reply, instead, I wait for the doubt to seep in.

"Hold on..." he murmurs. "Stay here, I'll be right back with my phone to check." He rushes out of the room, and I wave to his retreating figure.

"Man, that was easier than I thought," I mumble, turning on my heel and walking in the other direction.

I have two ideas for where I want to go. If I find the kitchen, great, 'cause I'm starving. But if I find the front door, even better. I can kiss these empty heads goodbye.

And if I don't find either...well, maybe I'll find their living room number five, hopefully, filled with better cushions and no annoying people to bother me.