I sat with Brad on the couch the next day, or to be more exact, I was sitting on the couch and Brad was on the opposite side.

After I found out that he allowed Lu and Jules to bet on my feelings and my ego I had forbidden him from touching me…at least for now.

That and I was dying from embarrassment from the last time we got caught making out.

Out of the ten times we’ve had little make out sessions at my house we’ve been interrupted twice, which isn’t so bad, unless you consider what happened during those two times.

The first time it was Jules who caught us, I was straddling Brad on my bed and Jules walked in to borrow something (I still don’t know what) when he saw us. We didn’t know he saw us so we kept going. He walked out, came back in with a video camera filmed us for about ten minutes and then made himself known.

It is needless to say that I’ve developed an extreme paranoia since then.

After that we kept the door locked.

But that really isn’t going to help since we live with Lu.

He picked the lock and sat himself on the top of my desk and cleared his throat. We both shot up and stared at him with large doe eyes for about ten seconds. When it looked like he wasn’t going anywhere we attempted to untangle ourselves.

Keyword being “attempted”. We fell off the bed in a big mess of limbs, clothes, and sheets. Jill the Rabbit and my little parade of plushies included.

He looked amused and waved a hand. These are his words, no joke.

“Oh don’t stop on the account of me being here, I just came up to tell you that you were doing it all wrong. You’re hands should have been moving downward first, then upward. If you’re going to make out with my sister at least have the decency to do it correctly” He then smiled at us and leaned back and gestured for us to continue.

Needless to say we were horrified and bolted out the door as soon as we could, the entire time the Devil’s mocking laughter echoing in our ears. Pardon the pun, but he truly is the Devil. Minus the red skin, pointy beard, goat legs and horns. Since then we have sworn never to make out in my house unless it was known for certain that there was no one home.

Anyway…

Yesterday Lu came back totally smashed at about…three in the morning rambling about umbrellas, Japanese, WWII, and teriyaki chicken. Don’t ask me how this makes sense, I can understand the Japanese and WWII part, but I get lost once he hits the umbrella part of his little tirade. It goes without saying that this is a rant I’ve heard several times before, and will probably hear many more times in my life.

Thank the good Lord for Azrael (ahaha, the irony kills me, haha…the irony there too!) she being the sweet thing she is, always, without fail has brought my brother home, no matter how smashed, silly, or wobbly he is at all hours of the day/night (which all depends on how you look at it) from his various parties and clubbing events.

Azrael has also, for as long as I can remember, which is a surprisingly good several years back, always been sober when she brought him home.

But, that is not why I mention his coming home at ungodly hours (ahaha the irony slays! Does it not?) Because yesterday his umbrella rant ended in a surprisingly different way.

As she helped him up the stairs and into his room (which is across from mine) he moved out of his umbrella ramble to beaches, which he normally doesn’t do. Usually this goes into rain and then Forks then stupid vampires, which is a topic I totally agree with him on and never fail to use against those stupid Twilight fans.

“Az…you know…you’re my best friend ya?”

“Yes Lu, I am…I don’t know anyone else stupid enough to be” I think she meant to say “Lucky enough”.

“Let’s go to the beaaaaaach!” this was briefly followed by a long string of giggles. No, it was not Azrael who was giggling.

“Sure Luc…sure…” She sounded so exasperated, and yet so amused at the same time. I heard a thump followed by more giggles, then a second thump and a groan. My eyes widened and I had the foolish idea that Az didn’t need my help anymore.

She killed the idea.

“Luc…come’on big guy, I have to go home” Lies, she's spent the night before.

“Azzzzz…you know what I like about the beach?” Lu kept on rambling, much to Az’s amusement (I’m sure).

She sighed, “No Luc, what do you like about the beach?”

“Hot girls in bikinis.” Ah…so like my brother. I rolled my eyes at that comment, but I made myself comfortable on a pillow near my open door.

I have serious paranoia. You never know when an axe-rapist-murderer is going to sneak up from your basement and attack.

Seriously, have you seen Sweeny Todd? I mean lord! I used to love playing in our basement until I saw that movie. Now (much to the amusement of my brothers and Brad) I can’t go near that door during the afternoon or night hours without someone walking with me.

Don’t you dare laugh until you see the movie, then we’ll see who’s laughing then.

“You know Az…” I heard the creaking of the mattress as Lu (probably Lu) rolled over. “You’d look really hot in a bikini.”

After a few seconds of silence I heard Az sigh.

“…I’ll see you tomorrow Luc.”

She caught my eye from the door as she was leaving, she pressed a finger to her lips then held her hands together. I bobbed my head. What just happened in our silent exchange? She made me promise not to tell Lu about it in the morning if he asked about it.

Well, it’s morning now and Lu has yet to wake up from his drunken unconsciousness of oblivion.

Our parents are still not home from business across the ocean, not that I really care, I mean aside from giving birth to me they’ve done like…nothing for me. Unless you count that one time…wait never mind. Yea they’ve done pretty much nothing for me.

Jules is out…somewhere with someone doing something. He also wanted me to tell Lu to do…something…at some time because it was important or something was gonna happen.

Aren’t I a great sister?

Anyway, it being a fine Sunday my boyfriend (I still can’t get over calling him that) and I are spending the day watching nature on the lovely TV.

“JANIIIIIIIIIIIE BRADDDDDDDDDLEEEEEEEEY” Lu’s singsong voice bounces down the stairs from his room into our unexpecting ears. (Did you know unexpecting isn’t a word? Well I’ll use it anyway! HAHA!). His voice is quickly followed by himself (does that make sense?).

“Sir Morningstar” Brad salutes him from his side of the couch. I glare at the both of them before focusing my concentration (or as much of it as possible) on a commercial on Kellogg’s corn flakes.

“Ah, so Lady Beckett is still upset over our little bet is she?” The ass sounds so unrepenant. He sits on the back of the couch, leaning backwards until he completely falls over landing upside down on the cushions. He winks up at me from his position before quickly righting himself.

“Yes, yes she is.” I mumble before jabbing him in the ribs. “I can’t believe Az got bought out so easily…I thought we girls had to stick together.” I slouch in my seat a little bit more and pull a pillow out from under Lu and hug it to my chest.

party like a rock
party like a rockstar
party like a rock
party like a rockstar
party like a rock
party like a rockstar
party like a rockstar

t-t-totally dude

i'm on a money makin mission
but i party like a rockstar

Lu’s cellphone goes off and he flips it open before his fingers blur out of human sight while texting at an inhuman speed. Scratch that, they go at the speed of sound! An incomprehensible speed! LUDICRIS SPEED!

After a few seconds he lets out a small grunt and jumps up tucking the phone away in his pocket. He leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

“Well Janie, as much as I’d love to stick around and watch this little lover’s tiff Az and I have a date.” He sees my hopeful look and tugs at my hair, much to my irritation. “No Janie, it’s not that kind of date. We’re going shopping, her for some” he grimaces “work clothes, though I don’t know why she needs something formal to run a frickin club and I for some new leather pants.” His face goes all dreamy at the end.

“You sure you’re not gay? Bi?” Being the sweet brother (although he is a Devil) he is he doesn’t hit me (but if I made that comment on Jules, I’m sure without a doubt in my mind, I’d be sporting a bruise within five minutes) but snatches my pillow and whacks me with it.

“Watch it kid, or those tapes are going on youtube…”I pale, more than I naturally am and Brad looks at me questioningly, I mouth ‘Jules’ and he turns a strange shade of purple. “and I’ll put Jill on ebay” I scream (well...more like screech like a rabid harpy) and tackle him over the couch, he lands with a ‘oof’.

You can put videos of me and Brad doing whatever on youtube. You can kick me out of the house. You can destroy my plans of going to Julliard. But no one, and I mean no one touches Jane the Rabbit (and co.).

I must look like a mad woman because out of the corner of my eye I see Brad fall of the couch in a fit of laughter. I pin Lu to the ground a knee on either side of his waist and I place my hands around his neck.

“Touch Jill and I’ll blow up your bar and send pictures of you as a toddler with Az to allllllllll of your on the call girlfriends” I snarl. When he was a kid he looked like a total girl and much to my never ending amusement Az looks like a boy. It’s his turn to pale and he whimpers. I let him up and he makes a dash for the door and is out of the driveway in his Mercedes like a bat from hell. Ironic seeing as he is the devil and I am, as he called me, the ‘stupid little thing’.

“So…he has ‘call girlfriends’” Brad’s voice is startling close, I jump and turn around only to run myself into his rock hard chest. I glare up at him. He smiles down at me. Damn giant, what do they put those football players on these days? I mean, I have yet to find a football player from our high school that is my height. I’m not that short…am I?

“Yes, yes he does.” I poke his chest. He sticks out his lip in a pout, it’d be cute except he’s towering over me like the BFG and is built like a behemoth. He takes on a thoughtful expression.

“I wonder how that works out.” I punch him in the gut, he winces and curls up a bit, hey I may be small but I pack a friggin punch. There’s a reason why I’m respected by all jocks. There’s also a funny story behind it too.

“Shut up and kiss me you moron” He then proceeds to do just that.

TBC