High School Teenagers

Chapter Ten. *Raleigh's Diary*

Drummer Dylan

This one is the big bad wolf. Psych, in your dreams. Dylan is what you'd call a dummy, well in my head he is. Dylan is the older brother of me and Chloe before Oliver was born. At the time we all wished that Dylan was the last one. Justin and I are still in Gamepoint bar, an eat in eat-out bar for teens and adults. Justin and I are sitting in the booth for six and we're stuffing our faces with sweet and sour chicken sandwiches, three for ten and of course I'm not gonna eat them all. Justin's on his second one while I'm still on my first one going into my second one. The bar is modern time and the food here is to die for. The booths here turn a whole 360 degree angle (and now my head hurts) and the drinks and meals are cheap. Justin's best friend's brother Maggie works here and gives us free food which I thank her over a million times.

"Chloe said she wants nothing but to keep her insides in," I said looking in from my phone and putting a French fry in my mouth before looking at Justin.

"Tell her I said I have no problem with telling Maggie to putting roofies in her next meal," Justin said chewing. I smiled at him and poked my fork with my fries.

"Axilla and Gemma are having me and Gabe's ass after school," I said chewing and stabbing another fry. Justin didn't react since it's something I always do and he doesn't have a problem with. We both Catch Chickens and Justin has his charms with getting and doing things his way. I trust him, he trusts me, we trust each other.

"Why am I not surprised?" Justin said chewing and snickered. "You and Gabe just refuse to quit putting more paint on y'all's bad reputation."

"Can't," I said. "Gabe introduced it to me at a young age and now it's a habit." Justin did nothing but a chuckle and put his lips to his glass. I felt a familiar presence near me and I looked up seeing my older brother Dylan. He sat next to me across from Justin; Justin's pretty cool with Dylan so they did a fist pound.

"So, I hear my little sister's Catching Chickens again," Dylan said smiling at me. "Do you ever have a day off?" Dylan has dark thick curly hair from my Mom and dark eyes from my Dad, but Dad's eyes are hazel so that goes for my granddad. Dylan's almost six feet, or I think he is. Dylan's the eighth born from Mom and Dad before me and Chloe, and the only one that I see who has real talent. He can flip his eyelids inside out like Justin and he can pull almost all of his fingers back from his hand like Kaden. All of us are taller than our parents, everyone but ex-Butler Connie, a Mexican-Italian chick who left us three years back and the only person that me and Dad understands.

"No way," Justin and I said in unison. "Being outside of school is better than being in," Justin said. "But, your little sister and big brother are gonna get their asses towed on by your Aunts and Uncles."

"Yeah, that's not a surprise," Dylan said. "But I can't wait until Mom and Dad gets on your asses." Dylan smirks and looks at me. "That's when it's time for part three hundred forty-four on Rale's Tournaments."

"I thought you closed that account," I said.

"Mmm, nope," Dylan said popping the "P" and putting his arms around my shoulders and giving them a tight squeeze before placing a kiss on my head. "Fans love RT. Especially this dude named Billy Hannah, he loved it when Mom pulled you by the nose."

"Yeah, I bet he did," I mumbled under my breath. "So, what're you doing here?" I asked changing the subject. Dylan never skips school or classes, he does usually for useful reasons like doctor's appointments or anything like that, but I guess he really did it this time.

"Gabe and Oliver said that you guys went out so, it's Monday so that goes for Sweet and sour pork chicken sticks," Dylan said smiling. I rolled my eyes at him dipped a stick in the sweet and sour sauce before placing it in my mouth. Dylan made himself comfortable and dipped a stick in the sauce and fed himself. I fought the urge to make him miss by smacking his hand against his face. Something Aiden and Aaron would do. Gabe and Oliver will just throw whatever's close to them at him.

"So what makes you think you can come here?" I asked my twin brother. Although we're not twins, but we do act alike but we call ourselves twins in public places. Don't know why. Probably because people confused us as twins when we're just brother and sister.

"Free country," he says smiling. Dylan looked at Justin and his smile grew larger than the last. "I hope you don't mind J; I'm dating your ex."

"Well, I'm eating a sandwich, you want those leftovers too?" Justin said, his face stuffed with sweet and sour sandwich. Justin and Dylan always has a play battle against each other. It's pretty funny but very amusing to me.

"No no thanks," Dylan said. "You're dating my sister. That's enough leftovers." I found myself punching Dylan in his arm and stomping on his foot. He let out a low pitch note, and looked at me. Sorry, bro, but you deserved it. I smiled at Justin and he nodded at me.

"So, are you still gonna video your brother and sister?" Justin asked Dylan, hopefully he'll punch Dylan in the throat for agreeing to do so.

"Hell yeah," Dylan mumbled and before I knew Dylan was on the floor, clutching his neck and people watching, some laughing which I love the ones who did.

"You're a bully to your own sister," Justin said. "I can't respect a man who does that to his own sister, or any lady."

"Don't call me lady, it sounds old," I said. Justin crooked his head to one side and turned to Dylan and smiled.

"You're my lady," Justin said smiling at me.

"Still sounds old," I said. Justin kept his smile on his face and turned to Dylan.

"I'll never understand why you pick on your sister and my girlfriend," Justin said. Dylan dusted himself off and took his seat beside me again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"I know," Dylan said, "she's the only one I can laugh at, and with." Justin's foot tapped my shin and I looked at him and tapped my foot back at him. Justin and I have our own little language like he and Beverly does. The foot tap from me means to "hold your tongue," and Justin's foot tap to me means to "not kill somebody," which Justin hasn't done but will put you in a hospital.

"Are you gonna eat the rest of your pork sandwich?" Dylan asked me.

"You eat pork sandwiches?" I asked Dylan back.

"Yeah, but it's better with sauerkraut. It wasn't that bad," Dylan said. I rolled my eyes at him and then closed them holding up my half-eaten of a sandwich.

"Go crazy," I said. Looking at Dylan, he quickly snatched the sandwich from me and grabbed Justin's sauerkraut from his plate with his spoon and scooped a spoonful of sauerkraut on his half-eaten sandwich. It looked disgusting but, Dylan is like a crazed dog with rabies, he'll make something look good but ruin it by adding a random ingredient killing his own work of art. Similar to Chloe and Oliver's cooking but Oliver's random ingredients hits the right spot at the right time. Different opinions.