Shes got a mind of a 10 year old, he's Mr Popular at school. They used to be best friends, now sworn enemies, and now there pretending to go out, to get there exes back. Even Walt Disney couldn't possibly make this a happy ending.
EDITED VERSION!
Hey so I noticed that a lot of reviews said that there was a lot of bad grammar and a bunch of spelling mistakes in the first version, so kelabelle and I decided that I'd edit the chapters that we've already put up. Everything else (as in the storyline) is still the same, but there are some minor changes so that it makes more sense for you guys. Enjoy!
Hmm! Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch and they swim all over you! - Sebastian; Little Mermaid
To infinity…and beyond!—Buzz Lightyear; Toy Story
The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.—The Emperor of China; Mulan
"Shelley, I'm home!" the deep voice belonging to my brother, elder to me by a meager 10 minutes, shouted somewhere from the bottom of the stairs.
"Me too Shels! Your idiot of a brother like forgot to mention that you best-est buddy is like home too!" I heard a giggle before my door was rudely slammed open.
"Celcey, Luke now is just not the time. I am super pissed because I'm sick and I have to miss practice and I really don't think that I can deal with the two of you at the moment. I'm going to get so behind in everything and that stupid bitch Sarah is going to take over my team. Why did I have to do all of those vodka shots last night?!" I asked throwing my hands in the air and flopping back onto my bed dramatically. I pulled the covers over my head and pouted beneath my Tinkerbell quilt. I heard some giggling from outside my Tinkerbell cocoon and growled. Okay so I was a Tinkerbell fan but hey since the day I was born my mother always did say I was a little strange, and hello what the hell is wrong with Tinkerbell? I'll tell you what, absolutely nothing!
"Shels, babe, you're 17, why do you still sleep with a Tinkerbell quilt on your bed?" Celcey asked sitting by my feet.
"Don't you babe me, Cels. Tinkerbell is amazing. There is no way that anybody can be any cooler than Tinkerbell. You can't beat a pixie," I stated, still under my covers. I could just picture Cels rolling her eyes at my brother. But then, she did something surprising.
"I'm sorry Marcus. Normally your lovely girlfriend tries not to be this weird when she's around people besides her brother and me, but as you can see, she is failing miserably. I'd say it's just because she's sick but I'd be lying," Celcey said apologetically to someone who most definitely was not my brother or me. He was, in fact my boyfriend since the 7th grade, Marcus.
"Holy tomatoes!" I shrieked popping up and throwing my covers away from me. "Celcey, do you remember last time you brought people over to the house when I was sick? Yeah, we never saw him again and we def do not want that happening with Marcus," I said bashing her over the head with my Gossip Girl pillows. I made sure not to hit her with the Nate one though. Nate deserved much more than to be used to hit Celcey on the head. As you could tell, I was also a big fan of Gossip Girl, leading me to have all the character pillows. Beat that every other Gossip Girl lover out there. Beat that. I bet none of y'all have Chace Crawford as Nate pillows.
I heard someone above me clear their throat. "Shels, I know that you're my twin sister and everything, and I should be able to understand a lot of what you're saying, what with our twin telepathy and that sort of shit, but Shels, who the fuck is Nate and what does he have to do with my girlfriend's head?" my brother Luke asked shaking his head in confusion.
"Damn… I said that out loud, didn't I? Well, Nate is nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, dearest older brother of mine!" I said ruffling his blond hair.
"Shell-Shell? Do you remember where I put my- shit! Celcey what the hell are you doing here?! Oh no… oh shit if Celcey's here that means…. AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…. Luke's here too. Damn I'm going to be dead before I can legally drink!" a boy exclaimed, walking out of the bathroom that connected to my room.
Oh holy tomatoes, mushrooms, and artichokes! Why is my worst enemy, the boy I hate, the only person in this world whom I really and truly loathe, walking out of my bathroom with only a TOWEL on!?!?!?!?! AHHHHH!!!! What is this world coming to!!!
"Justin, what the fuck are you doing in my sister's room without any clothes on? You better have a good explanation for this. The only reason that you aren't being pummeled right is that you're Celcey's twin brother and my best friend, and you being hurt would hurt her-"
"I actually don't think that I would mind right now." Celcey said.
"Babe, you'd mind it later when your parents see him and I would mind when they tell mine. Anyway, you better get talking Daniels."
"Ummm… okay. So you know how everyone was doing vodka shots last night? Well, um, your sister and I, well um, we kind of came up here so that she could show me the present that I gave her in the second grade or something like that, I think, because she said something about sleeping with it every night, and then we kind of started feeling the effects of the alcohol… and because I don't want to be beaten up while completely naked, I'm not going to tell you anything else until I have my clothes on," Justin said smirking.
Ugh, stupid Justin Daniels. I had known him since I was born. Our parents have been friends since the beginning of their college careers. Once they graduated and got married, the four of them lost touch. Six months before Luke and I were born, my parents moved back to their college town, and surprise surprise, Audrey and Jonah Daniels were still here, along with their 2 week old twins. Yay for Mom and Dad! Anyway, 6 months later, Luke and I were born, and Mom and Mrs. Daniels (no matter how many times she asks me to call her Audrey, it just seems wrong) were so excited, because they both had fraternal twins who would end up falling for each other! Psh, yeah right. Luke and Celcey were a fluke, Justin and me, yeah, never ever going to happen.
Justin and I hadn't always been sworn enemies. No siree. The two of us were actually best friends from when we were 3 to the 8th grade. Now we were both seniors and for the past 4 years, we hated each other. I don't even remember what made us hate each other, but now, where ever we went, people always knew us because of our mutual hatred. Plus he was the most popularest boy at school everyone loved him, so it wouldn't surprise me if he turned everyone against me. It wasn't like I was exactly royalty at school.
Our hatred was actually really, really inconvenient. You see, our siblings were dating and our parents were still friends and Justin was still Luke's best friend and Celcey was still mine. If we didn't hate each other, I'm sure that our family gatherings would be a lot less… awkward.
As soon as Justin had gotten his clothes back on (thankfully he had gone into the bathroom to actually put them on) Luke pulled him out of my room. Celsey pushed Marcus out the door throwing him a sheepish look before slamming the door in his face and locking it.
"Michelle Erin Montgomery, would you please kindly explain why my brother, you know the one that you hate more than creamed corn (what? Creamed corn is disgusting and I really, really do hate it. Disgusting), just walked out of your bathroom with just a fucking towel on? Is he the real reason that you didn't come to school today? Babe, you better have a damn good explanation for this, because I know for a fact that Lukie is going to murder the two of you if your explanation is anything along the lines of 'I was drunk and he was the first guy that I saw.' Babe, you are totally screwed!" Celcey exclaimed flopping onto the bed beside me. Her long and pin straight blond hair fanned out around her head in a way that always made me jealous. I mean really, why do some people get the gorgeous, straight bond hair while others (*cough cough me*) get the yucky brownish black hair in stupid frizzy ringlets that never stayed how they were supposed to? Life just isn't fair at all.
AN: so this chapter was originally written by me (fieldhockeyluver25). If you want to see pictures or the original story, head over to kelabelle's profile! Her stories are really good too, so if you're looking for a new read, head on over there too. Oh and we don't own any Disney stuff or Gossip Girl. Tell me if you think that there are things in this chapter that still don't make sense! Thanks for reading :)