High School Teenagers

Chapter Sixteen. *Raleigh's Diary*

Don't Lie To Yourself

After dinner, I was trying to come up with a plan to try to pull myself out from this "maid-for-kids" thing, and I wasn't coming up with any ideas. Well, I did, but my ideas weren't there as they usually should be. I stared at the dark brunette dressed in red, green, and tan with what looked to be nursing shoes. I'm not leaving my room dressed like a house nursemaid, that's Oliver, Kevin and Trisha's job. I'm just the boss's daughter, there isn't no way in Hell am I going down stairs dressed like this. I look like a walking bottle pillow case. My parents are lucky that I'm their child, cause I'd strangle them if I weren't.

"You look better than Gabe," Trisha said standing by my bedroom door. I looked up at her the same time Gabe walked in my room with the men's uniform on. He looked at Trisha and then to me.

"Don't lie to yourself," he said looking at her and turned to me. "You do look better than me, but orange isn't your color."

"Remind not to go to prison for this," I said. "I'm starting to regret PB'ing." Without hesitation, Gabe ran over to me and pulled me against my bed making me fall, he held me down on my bed by the shoulders and held me there.

"No! You are not ditching me now. We've come too far for you to ditch me now," he said, "it won't be the same without you and it definitely won't be fun doing it without you. I. Need. You. Rale's. I. Need. You."

"What you need is a breath mint," I said trying to push him off but no luck. He's stronger than me, but he is my height but he stopped growing a long time ago. "Get off of me!"

"Not until you agree to do this with me," he said, "we made a deal to do this until death did us apart."

"Since when were we married?" I asked him. Trisha looked at him and chuckled putting a hand to her mouth covering her red lips.

"Since you were born," he said, "now, agree to this." I glared at my brother before I kneed him in the groin. He let out a piercing holler and fell to the ground holding himself. I sat up and laughed.

"Take that, Gabby," I said giving him the nickname that Justin gave him. I smiled at Trisha and she softly pulled me towards the elevator shaft. She pressed the down arrow and a few seconds later, the door opened and Trisha pushed me in first before pressing the cost button. The door closing, she turned to me and shook her head.

"All you had to do was tell me to get him off of you instead of kicking him in the groin," she says and the door opens leading to the living room. We stepped out and she held me closely in her grasp. Like I can get away from her, she has the grip of a Python. A Python and another Python aren't the best at playing arm wrestling. Someone's bound to get a charlie horse or an broken arm.

"Well, you wouldn't have got there in time anyways," I said. "You're by the exit, and we're on my bed which is closer to my window. It was either kicking him or throwing him outta the window," I looked at her. "Which would you pick?"

"Good point," she says and leading me to the couch where Axilla and Gemma were seated with the Burkes' crew and Uncle Adam.

"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked the, looking around the room.

"Your Dad went on set and your mother's somewhere creating your headstone," Jason said standing behind the couch and placing his hands on the couch. Jason is another one of our chefs, he makes some mean macaroni and cheese and breakfast waffles. Jason's a sandy blonde, hazel eyes and pretty tall, but not as tall as Ivan and Gabe and Aaron. Jason's a bit short by a couple of inches, but Mom and Dad says that's what happens when you drink caffeine as your breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Will Dad ever come back? Because Dad isn't the one that I'm afraid of," I said taking a seat next to Aiden and between Aaron.

"I don't know, maybe," Laura says, fixing the antique flower pot on the coffee table. "She left the room speaking in German and your father left the room speaking in a combination of Italian and Russian. So, I guess they'll be coming back sooner or later." I frowned at her and looked at Trisha when Axilla and Gemma walked up and gave me a clipboard with a list of what I'm guessing are the chores to do in the house.

"You and Gabe will be staying in the guest house, as well," Gemma says.

"Oh, hell no," I said. "I'm not sleeping with the employees. It's bad enough that I'm doing this crap for a few weeks. Just 'cause the cat had kittens in the oven doesn't mean they're biscuits."

"I can tell your parents to make it into months," Axilla says, flipping through the second clipboard. "Where's Gabe anyways?"

"On my floor moaning in pain," I answered quickly with deadpan.

"What'd you do?" Uncle Adam asked me with a smile on his face. At least he know that I still have my sense of humor. Unlike my own Aunts that lost theirs three centuries ago.

"I kicked him in the groan," I said and smiled. "He begged me and I hate being begged so I kneed him somewhere where every guy doesn't like to get hit in." Adam and my brothers looked at me and fewer of them moved away from me.

"He held her down on her bed so she had no choice but to," Trisha added. My Aunts and Uncle Adam looked at me and gave me one of those "what the hell" looks and for myself, I just kept the smile on my face.

"You are your mother's daughter," Adam said and smiled.

"It was either him or me," I added and grabbed a cookie from the crystal bowl. Adam's pretty good at baking just cookies. Mom said that it's because he's a diabetic and that's the only thing he really knows how to cook because the cookies help keep his blood sugar levels even.

"And you know who Gabe reminds me of?" I said pointing my cookie at Adam. Adam looked up from the bowl of cookie mix. "Rowan Atkinson." Axilla choked on her water and Laura blushed.