BSing with Barrows

Who: Breezy and Madock
When: Sometime after school
Where: The Barrow home

So there had been practice and despite the thought that it would get canceled due to the 'unexplained phenomenon' that was going on in town, Madock had gone. At least for the first fifteen minutes. Til only five guys out of the whole team showed up. He was honestly surprised that the coach himself had even showed. He'd written down the names of the few kids that came to the practice and then sent them on their way. Wasn't much a team could do when the majority of the team was MIA.

So he'd walked home. In the cold. That was just lovely, but at least it didn't take that long to get into the warmth of the house. Pulling off his jacket, he hung it up by the door and glanced around the room. It was quiet. For like five seconds before the chattering started. It was like everyone had paused long enough to see who'd arrived before turning their attention back on what they were doing. Madock shook his head and made his way towards his room and tossed his bag down in the corner. Sprawling out across the mattress and toeing off his shoes, he rested his head on his arm and eyed the ladybug on his hand that he'd yet to wash off. He wasn't even sure why. He should probably get around to that soon. He could practically hear Breezy teasing him about it now.

Today should have been an awesome day. One of the first things she'd heard was that Aaron was leaving town, and though she was disappointed that she wouldn't have the pleasure of killing him, it did free up a lot of time that should have been spent planning the little bitch's demise. But, alas, the world had lost it's fucking mind. There were dead people, very confused dead people, and the Christians were screaming Armageddon. Breezy had her own theory - that if people treated their dead properly they wouldn't have this fucking problem - but it was too late now. And the result? Pretty damn terrifying. Dead were supposed to stay dead.

She'd gone to school and tried to focus on things that didn't make her want to freak out and throw up. She wasn't sure if the hockey game was still on or not, but just in case, she was showing up anyway. Unfortunately, in her hurry to get away from her family (mainly her parents) that morning, she'd left her dancing clothes behind. So she'd had to haul ass home. In hopes of avoiding her parents, she'd simply climbed in her bedroom window. She shoved her shit in her bag, and headed out into the hallway just to check on things and see if she heard any chatter worth listening to, when she saw Madock. But Madock was cool, he wasn't going to turn her in for cleaning or baby duty. Her eyes were drawn to his hand, and then she looked back up at him. "I don't think that'll go with your jock strap."

"What?" he questioned, completely distracted by his hand, at least until he took a second to realize that it was Breezy. Guessing what she was talking about, he balled his hand into a fist and rolled over to look at the ceiling. "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't you have like... something else to do?" he questioned. He was kind of hoping all she saw was a red smudge on his palm, but the way she'd said what she did, he was nearly positive she knew what Jessalyn had drawn. Should have washed it off idiot.

Breezy stayed in the doorway, and leaned against the doorframe. "I have a few minutes." she said, grinning. "Who is she?" She was assuming that he hadn't drawn girly things on his own hand. Bruce had already claimed the gay for the family, and he wouldn't even do that. "Anyone I know?"

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head back enough that he could look at her in the door way. Upside down, but at least he was looking at her. "I don't know." he told her simply. "She probably knows you because I didn't know her til lunchtime today but I guess she like... knows everyone or something." Maybe she'd been there in town for a long time. Maybe. He should have probably asked that. Woulda been the smart thing to do.

"So you let random chicks draw on you?" Breezy asked. "How's that work for you?" Apparently well. She couldn't see herself drawing on somebody just because she was bored. "Did you even get her name?"

"Yeah I got her name." he told her, eyes drawn to the ladybug again as he opened his palm. "And her number smarty pants." he added on for good measure. "And she was cute, why not let her draw on me?" He was quiet for a long moment, eyes on that little drawing before he realized his sister had asked him a question. "Oh, shit, name. Jessalyn."

Breezy grinned. "Her number too, huh? Where'd she draw that?" Leave it to Breezy to be the one born with the dirty mind in a house full of boys. That was probably the sort of comment Bruce would throw something at her for. She tilted her head to the side as she thought about the name, then shrugged. "Don't know her."

Madock rolled his eyes again and rolled over on his stomach so he could actually look at her when she was talking. "Oh yeah, she wrote that on my dick right after she got through sucking it." he muttered sarcastically. "She put it in my phone loser. Or well, I put my number in her phone and she texted me hers."

"Jeez, I always give guys my number before I suck their dicks." Breezy replied, matching his tone. "Can't make it too easy, need to know they at least know how to dial a phone. Unless they're really hot." She smirked and ducked in his room when she heard one of their little brothers running up the stairs. The little ones were mouthy. "You didn't see me here." she informed Madock, once it was safe. "So you gonna ask her out?"

He scrunched his nose at the thought of his sister sucking anyone's dick and shook his head, his face pulling into a disgusted grin at that mere thought. "God, thanks for the visual, Breeze." he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose, perhaps in the hopes that it would delete that thought from his brain. "I don't know. She might have asked me out. Or maybe I asked her, or maybe no one asked the other but we might possibly go skating or something. On the ice... and I'm going to bust my ass and look like a dork."

Breezy shrugged. "Yeah, but you might score retard points. Some girls like guys they have to take care of. They find that shit endearing, or whatever." How in the hell had her brother managed to land a date while half the school was worried the world was ending? Apparently she wasn't the only one in the family with skill.

"Well she said that she thinks I'm cute and she likes my eyes and something about I'm 'more than a jock' or something. I think. I don't know, I was kinda paying attention to this ghost outside the window for bits and pieces of the conversation so my memory's a little hazy." About the time he finished the sentence, he noticed a little smudge at the bottom of the ladybug drawing and spent a good minute fixing it by rubbing the ink away without smearing the rest of the thing. Then he remembered his sister was still there and had probably been talking to him the entire time. "Are you sure they even have a game?" he asked. "Coach canceled practice."

Breezy snorted at her brother admitting to fading in and out of the conversation with the girl. "Classy." she said. She watched his care for the little drawing and wondered if he was getting sentimental on her. Figured. She shrugged again. "Don't know. But it's not here, so I'm down. I'll bullshit with Lily and Alexis, if they show up. Or Gabe." she added, grinning widely at that thought.

"Yeah. If by 'bullshit around with Gabe' you mean 'fuck around'. That part I could totally see you doing." he said, sitting up on the bed and grabbing his shoes. "Well, mind if I come along, at least for the walk. I don't think I wanna be here listening to everyone's theories on the ghosts or dead people or whatever." he said with a roll of his eyes as he stuffed his foot in one of the shoes.

"Already have." Breezy said, smiling sweetly. "In the van. It was awesome. Except I kept wondering how many of our brothers got laid in there. Kind of distracting, if you get my drift." Ugh. She pulled her bag up her shoulder and nodded. "Sure, I'll meet you out front. I'm going out the window. Don't want Mom or Dad roping me into happy fun family time."

"Figures." he muttered. "That's my sister. Easy, Sleezy, Breezy." he teased. "And you'll be happy to know that I've never fucked in the van. And nor will I ever because I really don't wanna be thinking about you and Gabe going at it while I'm trying to concentrate on other shit. Be out in a minute, gotta grab my coat." he told her as he pulled his other shoe on and got up from the bed.

"If you have to concentrate, you're not doing it right." Breezy replied, before leaving the room. At least that was one she could check off the list. She headed back to her room and out the window, which she had mastered by now. She would have thought her parents would catch on to how she always had to have a bedroom near a tree.

Madock headed down the stairs and stealthily made it to the door, jerking his coat back on and calling out a 'Leaving!' before shutting the door and darting out before he could get roped into the who, what, where, and when will you be back that his mother usually gave him. He always got to go, but he'd rather at least get the chance to do something without writing a novel before he left. He had a cell, if they needed him, they could call. He watched Breezy climb out of the tree and shook his head. "You are getting far too good at that." he told her. "Just how often do you have to slide down that tree?"

"As often as humanly possible." Breezy answered, brushing her hands off on her pants and headed for the sidewalk. "Couple times a week, at least. Wasn't as bad as that house we had with the hedges. I kept falling into the fucking bush."

"I knew that much. You weren't always quiet when you climbed out. I had mom completely convinced that the stray cats had an established home under that hedge and constantly jumped into it." he told her. "You know she still thinks there are 'bush cats'?" he chuckled, shaking his head. He knew his sister snuck out a lot but he wasn't about to not cover for her. He figured it was much better to build up the favors than to tattle on the girl.

Breezy had to laugh loudly at that. "I've learned to be quiet!" she said. "After that house, everything else was a breeze." And now she was probably lucky her mother hadn't set out some kind of odd trap. "I feel like I should be writing A Guide to Being a Barrow-Daughter for Saoirse
or something. Unless she turns out to be the good kid of the family." she said, then grinned. "They're bound to get one eventually."

"I'm not that bad. You're the worst one. You should get a plaque for being so damn evil." he teased. "Ya know, I never realized how depressing dating and shit was until today." he muttered, that damn ladybug steering his attention back towards Jessalyn. "I mean like, you like Gabe right? Obviously enough to do shit with him, but doesn't it suck knowing that you can't really let anything else happen because of the whole wedding bullshit?" he questioned. "I mean, I know you'll do the wedding and all, but do you ever wish you had more of a choice?"

"No, Madock. I jump out of my window and suck dicks in vans because I want to learn to please my future husband." Breezy replied in a stone-serious voice. "Of course I do. But you're a boy. At least you could date her if you wanted to. Mom would probably think it's cute, as long as you didn't try to marry her or something. You could get away with a lot of things if you tried, I think."

"Yeah but what's the point in dating her or getting close to any girl for that matter, even if it's not her? Eventually I'll have to break up with her or stop dating her or whatever so I can run off and get married to some bitch I probably won't even like. I'd like to date her but at the same time I think maybe it's not fair to her ya know? I mean what happens if she does like me and we hit it off and we date and then like graduation rolls around and mom and dad are like 'hey here's so and so housewife for you to marry' and I gotta break up with her?" Fuck that. He didn't like the way that sounded at all. He knew Breezy didn't want to get married. Hell, he'd done his best to push it as far as it was pushed to now. If he and his other brothers hadn't argued til they were blue in the face, she'd already be hitched to this random guy.

Wow, he was serious. That... was a bummer. Breezy listened and tried to be sympathetic, but she knew her sort of advice probably wasn't terribly helpful. Or, you know, moral. Coz she'd normally say to just keep the chick on the side. Oops. "Then you figure out what to do when that happens." Breezy said, shrugging. "If you guys were serious, you could, I dunno... lie. I bet she could pull off pretending to be a Dreamweaver for a few years, and by then, what the fuck are they gonna do?" Okay, she sucked at advice.

"Then I'd have to explain it to her." he told Breezy. "And knowing mom and dad they'd probably run a test or something, inspect her eyes to make sure there were no contacts or make her weave or gather or something."

Breezy opened her mouth to say something, and promptly closed it. She could see their parents doing something like that. "Mom'd probably invite her to glow dance." she agreed. She shrugged. "So you figure something else out."

Madock frowned and nodded. "Guess I shouldn't even be thinking about it really. I mean it's not like she even likes me. Or she might. Maybe. I don't know. She's interesting..." Definitely interesting. "She's not like a preppy little 'omg you won't believe what I saw Todd doing with Melanie' kinda girl." he said with a roll of his eyes. For a football player, he wasn't fond of the popular girls at all.

"So she's not me. Good start." Breezy agreed, smirking. Hey, sometimes it didn't hurt to poke a little fun at yourself. "She might like you. She drew on you." she pointed out. "Just try not to let it bug you and enjoy yourself while you can."

"She wrote my name in her notebook too." he told her. "Does that like mean something in girl-speak?" he asked. Hell if he knew. Maybe she just liked the way words looked written out, but hey, it was his name in her notebook. He was allowed to be hopeful.

"Could." Breezy answered. "A lot of girls go through the doodly stage." she added, and then snickered. Ha. Doodly. "When are you going out?" she asked.

"I don't know. We didn't really set a day or anything. We were just talking about skating... among other things. It was a very.. weird conversation. Like seriously, we talked about everything. Dude, we talked about the word 'dick' and how girls, aside from dirty mouthed hoochies like you of course, don't say it. But she said it like... a lot and it was... interesting, but not bad interesting just, different. I mean could you imagine most of the chicks at school saying that word to a guy unless they're like about to screw or something?"

Breezy allowed herself a moment of snickerfitting in response as she tried to imagine that. "Huh. Well let me try to step outside of myself and answer that." she said, thinking about it. "I'm gonna go with... probably not. I'll ask around about her and see if anyone knows her."

"Well, she said she sits at lunch with uh... some guy that has a girlfriend now. Fuck. Name..." he said, trying to get his brain to pull that bit of information. "Ran... Ransom? Or something like that. I think that's his name. But yeah, she sits with him at lunch sometimes. She was in the hallway today though and I kinda almost squished her. Great first impression right?"

Did Breezy know a Ransom? Where in the hell had she heard that name before? Oh! "He's on the basketball team with Bruce." she remembered. "Don't know him though. He's hot." she shrugged. "So if she has a hot friend she's not banging she's probably not a ho. And that depends - how did you almost squish her?"

"Well... I was walking and looking out the window in the hallway at the ghost guy thing and like totally not paying attention to her legs in the middle of the walkway and I kinda... hurled myself into the floor, in the process of smooshing her legs with my big feet and calves probably. I wouldn't doubt the girl has bruises in the morning. She's like this big." he said, holding up his hands in the shape of a small waist. Probably smaller than she actually was, but fairly close.

"Smooth." Breezy agreed. "But look on the bright side, after that, she was still willing to draw on you. How things end is more important than how things start." Usually. Breezy had been known to make some pretty terrible first impressions she knew she'd absolutely never overcome, but she was a special case. Falling on someone wasn't that bad.

"Yeah, true." he nodded. "And the cute thing came after and she blushed a little sometime don't remember why. I should like... really pay more attention." he chuckled.

"Dude, you really should." Breezy said, blinking at him. "How are we related? I would be on that shit. If I did girls." And thank the ancestors she didn't, because she had enough fucking problems as it was.

"My brain just gets bored." he groaned. "Can't help it. Can't focus sometimes. Her boobs though? Totally got focus for like the whole time she had her shirt pulled away enough for me to see down it. She doesn't know that though. I think. Maybe she does. Was I looking down her shirt too noticeably?" He paused for a second and blinked and then looked back at his sister. "What were we talking about?" he questioned. Apparently boobs were also distracting. Probably even more so than ghosts.

Breezy just stared at him for a minute. He... was hopeless. "If she knew you probably would have known about it." she said. "Depends on if she wants people to look or not, and I dunno what kind of chick she is."

"Well it's not like I pulled her shirt out and gawked at her tits. She did that herself. We were talking about compliments and like guys don't mind a girl telling them they got a big dick or something but chicks go postal if you say they have a nice rack and she's like 'well I'd rather guys tell me I have nice boobs than call me flat' or something like that and she pulled out her shirt and sitting down I was taller still and like perfect view. Hello boobs and all that."

She... bzuh?? Breezy stared at her brother like he had just totally broken her brain - which he sort of had. "I don't know what to think of that." she decided, shaking her head. "Have you considered the possibility that your chick might be an airhead?" She wasn't trying to be offensive, it was an honest question.

"Well she didn't pull her shirt out for me." he told her, shaking his head. "She was looking down her own shirt. And no, she doesn't sound like an airhead. Maybe a little bouncy and stuff, but no she's not a dumb blonde bimbo like you." he teased, elbowing her in the arm.

Breezy smirked and elbowed him back. "I'm not a bimbo, I'm a bitch with whorish tendencies." She wasn't eliminating the airhead possibilty, though. She'd definitely be asking around.

"Ya know..." he said as if the thought were just occurring to him, and it kind of was. "I probably should have asked her what grade she was in. What if I'm doing all this flipping out over a freshman?" He said the word 'freshman' like he was saying 'dog' or something equally low. "Well, guess it doesn't matter... she's hot and her eyes are like huge." he smiled. "I told her she had big eyes, oh my god." he said, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to say it like that and was just like 'you have big eyes' or something and I thought I was going to have to kill myself before I died of embarrassment."

Breezy tried not to laugh at her brother, because really, she was amused. "Just keep telling yourself you got her number." she reminded him. "I don't know if I'd take it badly if someone told me that. Not that I do. It's not like you told her she has weird eyes."

"Well they are big." he told her. "They like take up most of her face but not in that creepy alien way, more like in that 'bam my eyes are fucking awesome' way." he shrugged. "I think I have a thing for eyes or something. Then she like saw my eyes and was all like... studying them? Then she told me they were cool and I told her she had big eyes and stuff and..." he tried to think of what else had traspired in the conversation and shook his head. "And why am I telling you all this?" he questioned. "Oh, right, you're a chick. That's right. You're like my own personal decoder."

"That's kind of scary. You do know that if you find a girl I understand too well you probably want to stay far, far away from her - right?" Breezy asked, smirking. "But yeah, if it was in a cool way then you're fine. And people seem to love our eyes - Aaron aside - so work it."

Madock rolled said eyes at the mention of that little dweeb. "Did you ever beat his ass?" he questioned. "It was 'diseased' right? That's what caused the 'freakishness' or whatever in his puny little brain. Still say if he wasn't so much like a girl I would have busted him up for you."

"Sadly, I didn't get the chance, but he skipped town. I could probably tell people that I did." she responded, laughing a bit. Maybe she could get away with it. In certain circles. "At least Bruce hit him."

"He left?" he questioned. "Oh right, Chrissy died. Wasn't she like his bestest best friend or something?" Madock asked. "Guess he didn't take that too well. But leaving town? God." He rolled his eyes a little. Death sucked, sure, but running away didn't bring the person back.

"Apparently. I dunno what the story is, all I care about is he's gone and probably not coming back. I hated dealing with his little bitch ass." Breezy answered. "Now if the world would stop being crazy, things would be much better."

"Good luck with that one, Breeze." he said, shaking his head. "Ghosts. That's really freaking crazy ya know. And half of me wants to be freaked out or something, but I don't even know what to think. It's just... weird. And creepy."

"That about sums it up." Breezy agreed. She was personally a little annoyed with their parents, as she felt like her parents knew more about the 'supernatural' shit than they let on. They seemed to know what was going on with the werewolves, but they wouldn't say anything other than to stay inside. What else did they know that they were 'protecting' the family from?

Madock couldn't help but feel the same about their parents. Like they knew a whole shit ton more than they were even letting their children think. It more than annoyed him. Almost angered him that they'd keep that type of information from them. The little kids, he could understand that, but himself and the twins? It seemed pretty stupid to keep it from them. At least in his opinion. "Guess we'll just have to deal with it. Not like mom and dad are gonna bend and tell us anything."

Breezy smirked a bit at her brother and nodded. "That's the truth." She wondered if Bruce still thought she was crazy for believing in werewolves. If she were a lesser person, she might have to rub this in his face a bit. Oh wait, she was a lesser person. Looks like her twin had a date with destiny.