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Chapter 11
By xFuRiEx



Saturday morning early, my step mom had us all up, getting ready for the big family reunion. I hated family reunions. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I was always the odd one out and thus bored as hell. There weren't any other guys my age, but Hayley had plenty of girl cousins to go around with. Fortunately this specific family reunion wasn't the huge biannual reunion. Everyone who could come, came and we were only really having a lunch together. The family would spend the whole day together, but at nightfall, all the adults would go out to dinner, leaving the kids to play. One thing was for sure, as soon as the adults left, I was also going to make a duck. We arrived at the get together around nine thirty and it seemed that everyone was already there. My step mom headed to where all the other moms were. Hayley and I followed to go greet our biological mom. Even though my mom and dad divorced a long time ago, she still got invited to all the family reunions. She had been a Haner once after all.

“Hey you two!” she grinned as soon as she saw us.

Hayley and I both hugged her tightly.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hello, Brian,” she greeted my dad.

“Jan,” he smiled, giving her a hug.

“It's nice to see you again,” Suzie said.

“You too,” my mom smiled.

I walked away and was surprised and yet at the same time not, to see the twins, Blaze and Scary.

“Hey you two,” I greeted.

“Hey!” they smiled when they saw me.

“Looks like we really are family after all,” Blaze smiled.

“It does, but that's cool,” I said.

Blaze and I were great friends and Scary and I also became friends, even though we still had our differences some times. Scary and Hayley still hated each other though and Hayley and Blaze didn't really get along either.

“I wonder how we are related,” Scary wondered out loud.

“Let's go find out,” Blaze suggested.

“No way!” Hayley insisted the second she saw me coming over with the twins. “Don't tell me we really are related!”

“Obviously we are since we're all here,” Scary pointed out.

“Mom,” Hayley whined.

“How are we related?” I asked my mom.

“You're Josh's daughter's, aren't you?” my mom checked with the twins and they nodded. “Well, Brian, they are your grandfather's brother's son's daughters. Easier put, they are your dad's cousin's children.”

“That's a long way off, but I get it,” I said.

“I can't believe we're family,” Hayley groaned.

The twins shook their heads, walking off. I followed them outside and we sat down at a table in the shade.

“Why have I never seen you here before?” I asked them.

“We normally don't hang out with the rest of the family,” Blaze started.

“We hate family reunions,” Scary explained. “Sometimes we just skip out on them.”

I nodded.

“You know, I never got the full story on why you came to Huntington High,” I said.

They looked at each other and smiled.

“Well, I don't know if you've realized, but the four of us, Scary, Gerard, Frank and I, are downright troublemakers. We've been friends since we could walk. Scary and Gerard are best friends and inseparable. The two of them are the biggest plotters and troublemakers you will ever find. Poor Frank and I just go along with their plans,” Blaze started explaining until Scary cut her off, “Oh, that's bullshit! You don't just go along with it. You have just as much fun as we do.”

“Anyway,” Blaze continued. “We used to go to Ocean View High School. We spent enough hours together in detention to suffice an entire nation. One day Scary and Gerard came up with a brilliant plan. I'm not going to go into detail,” she said, glancing at Scary smiling. “Long story short, Gerard, Scary and I ended up being expelled.”

“Since Frank's the youngest, the rest of us covered for him and took the fall for everything. He just transferred to Huntington High with us, his record still without an expulsion,” Scary added.

I laughed, “Man, that's cool. Whatever you did, must've been huge.”

“It was,” they grinned.

“You ever been expelled, Brian?” Scary wanted to know.

“Yeah, but that was back in middle school,” I admitted.

“You started out young,” Blaze laughed.

“I'm proud to be related to you,” Scary grinned.

“Likewise,” I laughed.

It was time for lunch and then family games and sports. By the end of the afternoon, everyone started packing up their things. The adults were going to go out to dinner, while the kids stayed behind, having a little `party' of their own.

“I don't know about you guys, but I'm going home,” I told the twins.

We'd kept each other company all day.

“That's a super idea,” Scary said.

“I'll walk you home,” I offered.

“That's okay. We'll just call Gerard and ask him to come get us,” Scary said.

“You can catch a ride with us,” Blaze offered.

“That'd be great, thanks,” I said.

Half an hour later, they dropped me off at home and I headed inside. I ordered myself some pizza and headed upstairs to play guitar. Hayley had stayed behind with Kelly and I was home alone. Much later that night I was busy in my room when I noticed a dark figure making its way up to Stacy's room. I opened my window.

“Zacky!” I hissed.

He turned around and looked at me innocently.

“Hey, Brian,” he said.

“What are you doing?” I wanted to know.

“I just came by to say hi to Stascha,” he replied.

“It's almost ten,” I pointed out.

He nodded, “I know, but her light's still on. She's still awake.”

“Does she know you're dropping by for a visit?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, not actually.”

“What if you're not welcome and she kicks you off the roof?” I asked.

He grinned broadly, “Let's just hope she doesn't do that.” A serious look crossed his face, “Hey, Bri, if she does, will you pick up the pieces and please take me home?”

I cracked up, “Sure, of course I will.”

He smiled, “Night, Brian. See you on Monday.”

“Goodnight, Zacky,” I smiled, closing my window and going back to my own business.

Shit, Zacky also likes Anastacia. This sucks. Maybe deep down a part of me was hoping that she'd ask him to leave, but as I looked back out the window, I saw Zacky crawl into her room. Just forget about it. I heard a car door slam and knew my parents and sisters were home. Instead of fretting over what Zacky and Stacy were doing, I headed downstairs to greet them.


It was almost ten on Saturday night. I was in my room listening to Blue October, one of my favorite bands. There was a light tapping sounds and I saw Zacky peering through my window. He nearly gave me a heart attack.

“Zacky, what are you doing?” I demanded quietly.

My mom and both my brothers were home.

“Surprise visit,” he said cute.

“Are you crazy? You can't climb up the tree onto the roof and to my window! You could get hurt,” I scolded.

He smiled, “So you're just worried about my well-being.”

“Of course I am,” I said quietly. “Come inside before you fall.”

There was a little piece of roof he could sit on outside my window. It was big enough for him, but I didn't want to chance him falling down and breaking something. He clambered over the windowsill, landing on his feet inside my room.

“Don't worry, the tree is easy to climb and the roof outside is big enough for two people,” he said.

I shook my head at him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked walking to my door and locking it.

“I was thinking about you a lot and haven't seen you all day so I decided to come see you,” he replied honestly.

I smiled and sat down on my bed. He came over, sitting down next to me.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I assured him. “I was just surprised at your sudden appearance outside my window.”

He chuckled, “It was the easiest way. I don't think your mom would like me visiting you in the middle of the night.”

“Do you really think she'd appreciate the fact that you snuck through my window in the middle of the night?”

He ducked his head a little guiltily.

“You do know that my brothers will kill you if they find you here,” I told him.

“Then we'll just have to be really quiet,” he said smiling. “We don't even have to talk.”

I looked at him, one eyebrow cocked. My answer came when he softly pressed his lips to mine for a second or two. I smiled when he pulled back. He smiled back before kissing me again. However he didn't immediately pull back this time. Instead he turned his body to face mine and deepened the kiss, one hand on my cheek. My heart was going at a thousand miles an hour. He pushed me down on the bed and then all of a sudden pulled back.

“Here, let's take these off,” he said, removing my glasses and placing them on my bedside table. I was almost as blind as a bat without my glasses and couldn't see anything more than a few inches from my face. Then Zacky was hovering over me, his face mere inches from mine. I could clearly see his green eyes sparkling and as always I got lost in them.

“Can you see without your glasses?” he asked quietly.

“I can see you,” I whispered and he smiled satisfied.

He slowly lowered his head and then our lips were connected again. My arms snaked around his neck and he wrapped an arm around my waist, the kiss ever deepening. He nibbled at my lower lip begging for access, which I granted without hesitation. It felt like a thousand volts were running through my body, but I never wanted it to end. After a while, Zacky pulled away and looked at me adoringly.

“You have gorgeous eyes,” he said, gently pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So do you,” I smiled.

He smiled and lay down beside me. I turned on my side and he moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close to him.

“Don't go yet,” I whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere,” he assured me.

There was a silence and I felt my eyelids become heavy.

“Goodnight, Anastacia,” he quietly said.

“Goodnight, Zacky,” I returned.

I felt him move and then he placed a kiss on my cheek, before lying back down. I sighed, a content smile on my lips and then fell asleep. It felt like I was only asleep for three minutes when I woke up again. My room was dark and my music had stopped. For a second I thought that I had dreamed everything, but knew it was real. I found my glasses on my bedside table and put them on. My alarm clock said it was a quarter to twelve. I made my way over to the window and pushed it up before looking out and trying to see the ground.

“He's not down there,” I heard a voice say and looked up to Brian standing near his window.

“What?” I said slightly confused, since I was still pretty much asleep.

“Zacky didn't fall to the ground,” he chuckled.

“Oh,” I nodded.

He knew Zacky had come by and that I was just checking to make sure he didn't lie at the bottom of the tree.

“When did he leave?” I asked.

“About an hour ago,” he replied.

“Thanks,” I said. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, Stacy.”

I shut my window again and crawled back into bed. I just then realized that Zacky had also covered me before leaving. What a sweetheart, I smiled, drifting off to sleep.


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