The first thing that caught his eye was the twins, wrestling on the couch. They were fighting like they hated each other...Andrew laughed, they couldn't hate each other, they WERE each other. "Hey, fuckers." Andy called, "Quit fucking on the couch."
"Ugh!" came a fustrated voice, which immeditatly Andrew's eyes had to fly to the source, that's when he realized it was Brooke.
"Oh, Brookie." he cooed, "jumping from one Valmont boy to another. tisk tisk. You should have learned from the first one."
"Oh, shove it Andrew." she snapped back at him.
"Where do you want me to shove it?" he asked in all seriousness. He laughed as Brooke's features turned from angry to pure disgust.
"You make me sick." she countered, telling exactly what she felt.
"If you knew what I did tonight, it would make you even more sick." he grinned, "There is some little details I'd love to share with you. Why don't you come up to my room and I'll tell you."
"Go to hell."
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"Well, Mr. Valmont." the officer that had arrested them called, walking out of the back room with a few sheets of paper clenched tightly in his hands. "That outrageous story you told me back when I first picked you up..."
"Please officer, " he begged, "I'm not lieing."
"...your story, is true." he growled, "So, the only thing I can really do it take away your liscense for two months."
"Two months!?" William cried, that was pretty much forever to him. He turned and quickly shot a glare towards Ashley, before turning back to the officer, "Can I at least drive home?"
"No. Either we can give you a ride or you can call for a ride. That includes you missy." he said, "And if I do catch you Mr. Valmont driving in two months, you will be in A LOT more trouble, do you understand."
"Yes, sir." he gulped, "I understand. I understand completely."
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Unlocking the shed, Luke yanked his bike out, all the while grumbling to himself on why his sister couldn't have come back before dawn. Now he was going to try and ride a bike all the while being tipsy. He didn't have any idea where the Valmont's lived, he knew nothing about them but he knew one thing, if they did anything to his sister, he'd kill them.
Before he got on his bike, he dialed his sisters number, but still there was no pick up. What the fuck was going on and why wasn't she answering?
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"I could rip you to fucking pieces!" Peter screamed, wailing his brother hard in the jaw. Both of Thomas' hands flew to his brother's neck, slightly trying to strangle him.
"If you had any fucking strenght!" he retorted, "Your a weakling."
"Stop it!" Laura shot, getting irrated with the two arguments going on around her.
"Hey, CT at least I'm not too shy to talk to fucking girls." peter countered.
"That's elvis dude! Not me!" he cried.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP." Came Andrew's voice, "YOU GUYS...STOP! LISTEN TO YOUR WORDS. THOMAS. PETER. THAT'S YOU."
Suddenly Peter let go of Thomas just realizing that he was ripping their cover apart, and in that split second, Tom shoved Peter hard. Forcing him to fly off the couch and ram the side of his face into the edge of the coffee table. "Oi! Oww!" Peter whimpered, falling into a little ball on the ground cupping the right side of his face.
"Shit, Thomas." Brooke spat, rushing over to where Peter was curled up on the floor. He smiled weakly when he saw her face, but then winced, for his face wouldn't allow him the pleasure of a grin.
"I'm okay." Peter whispered.
"No. Your not." she shot, helping him up off the floor, "Where's your kitchen, you need to get some ice on your face."
"I'm fine." he laughed slightly, "don't worry about it...we fight like this all the time. It happens everyday...I'm fine."
"Everyday?" she shot, "You let them do this to you everyday?"