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Hell can look appealing (part 1)

A/N: Finallyyyyy it is here! It’s probably not the best fic to start with the next gen, probably because I started it months ago and finished only now smb. And I tried to edit that shit but tumblr refuses to save it so sorry for the mistakes I left, not my fault

And most of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASHEWWW LOVE YOU ❤💙💚💛💜💖

December 17th

POV Maxime

Mom has no limit. We all know that. I spent my childhood keeping that in mind… But she still finds a way to surprise me.

It’s a nice Monday morning. I quietly take my shower, enjoying that for once Lex is not here to steal the hot water. Since she was fired from high school, she has been living like a recluse. She eats at 3am and spends her day in front of TV, watching some stupid series or playing video games. That’s why I forced her to go with me to the palace this weekend. But it didn’t end up very well. She still refuses to talk about what happened with Brandon, she keeps saying there was nothing. She’s such a bad liar. Everybody saw how they were both acting weird during the breakfast yesterday.

I am shampooing my awful curly/not so curly hair when I get an idea about what could have happened between them. “No way! No way!” Stop your brain Max, they didn’t have sex ! You are insane. Even a drunk Lex wouldn’t do that. She’s not insane enough to lose her virginity with a guy she hates… right?

Someone suddenly opens the shower curtain. I let out a cry.

“I heard you scream, everything’s fine?” Mom asks as if it was perfectly normal to show up in the middle of my shower.

“MOM I’M NAKED.”

She blinks, still holding the shower curtain. “I can see that. By the way you should stop wearing your awful sports bras which press your chest. You have a beautiful tits, sweetie.”

“MOM STOP IT’S VERY AWKWARD. DAD TELL HER TO LEAVE!” As I guessed, he’s behind the door, I can hear his muffled voice answer : “I WON’T ENTER TO FORCE YOUR MOTHER TO LEAVE. DEAL WITH IT MAX.”

It’s finally Lex who comes, looking particularly mad. “WHO DECIDED TO INTERRUPT MY SLEEP? I WAS HAVING A GREAT DREAM!”

Why do we always have to scream in this family?

“THE BREAKFAST IS GONNA BURN!” Dad suddenly shouts. The reaction is quite quick. Mom and Lex run out of the bathroom. I sigh in relievement, internally thanking dad for helping me to get rid of them.

I take all my time to get ready for school. I don’t want to go in math. This class is so boring, especially without Lex. Together we always try to annoy the teacher enough to be kicked out of the class, and it works every time. I’m afraid of the day he’ll understand that the real punishment is to make us stay in class with him.

I go to the kitchen and see mom and Lex fighting to have the bacon. I shake my head, grab an apple and join dad in the living room. He’s reading the newspaper and raises his head when I enter.

“Hey, Max. Feel better?”

“They took all the bacon.” I groan. He laughs and pats the sofa. I jump on it.

“Sorry, sweetie.” He doesn’t look particularly sorry. Sadistic family. I can’t even have my bacon for breakfast now. I deserve it more than Lex. Who’s gonna go to math class? Certainly not her!

“What are the news?”

“Mila goes to Kent to promote culture among the poorest.”

“I already knew that.”

“Not my fault if there are no more rebels to be on the cover of newspapers.”

I read the article above his shoulder. I’ve always done that with dad; reading the paper every morning before going to school. This is our quiet moment, something we need if we want to survive to Mom and Lex and their usual exuberance.

A loud horn interrupts my reading. I raise my head and frown. The car seems to be in front of the house.

“WHO THE HELL DARES TO DO SUCH NOISE IN THE MORNING?” Mom and Lex scream at the same time from the kitchen. Dad and I look at each other, thinking about the same thing : the both of you. Lex runs in the corridor, ready to kick some asses. Mom follows her, her bat in her hands. God, no. Lex angry is frightening. Mom angry is even more frightening. But together ? Even Hitler would run away from them. Dad takes his cup of coffee and raises an eyebrow at me, asking if we should go out and prevent a new world war. I shake my head and bite my apple. Hearing them yelling outside is relaxing. It’s the sign everything’s okay in our family.

Until the screams come back into the house and make my ears bleed.

“You didn’t tell me your boyfriend had a car.” Lex says.

I spit my apple. “What ?”

“The car belongs to your dear Ken.” She can’t help mocking his name. I know she hates him. She hates all my boyfriends. I don’t know if it’s her natural feeling of superiority or overprotectiveness towards me, both probably. But it’s a little annoying coming from a girl who breaks up with her own boyfriends after a week or so.

I sigh and take my bag that I let near the sofa yesterday. “Can’t you stop being like that ?”

Lex raises her eyebrows. “Oh c'mon Max, even you is bored with him.”

I cross my arms. “I’m not.”

“Oh then why didn’t you run to him when I told you it was his car ?”

Okay I totally am. I’m fed up with him, with all of him. His too long hair, his hands always on my hips or my butt, his awful voice always telling uninteresting things - I often want to sleep when I am with him-, and most of all his slimy kisses. I would like to say all of that to Lex right now, but Dad is next to us, and he already heard too much.

I wave at dad and take my sister to the corridor. “You’re right.” I whisper to her.

“I’m always right.”

I roll my eyes. She is too confident about her intelligence.

“Look Max… you should break up with him.”

“It’s not that simple. He says all the time he’s in love with me!”

I am not a monster, I don’t want to break his heart or even… get him angry. Angry is not a good option. At all.

“He’s a sixteen-year-old boy. If he’s in love with something, it’s your boobs.”

Why are people focussed on my breasts this morning ?

“If you break up with him within the end of Christmas break…” Lex suddenly starts. A deal, really ? She wants to make a deal with me ? She knows that I am the best at that game.

“You tell me what happened between Brandon and you this weekend.”

I can see she hesitates. God, it means it’s really bad. Or that she’s ashamed of it. Maybe I’m right and that they really slept together. Fuck.

“Okay.” She finally accepts. I realize at that moment how much she wants to get rid of Ken. “But I let you until New Year’s Eve in these conditions.”

Monster. I don’t answer and look through the open frontdoor. Mom plays with her baseball bat while talking to Ken, who just looks at her bored. I know I really need to bump this idiot. For too many reasons.

December 30th

POV Alexis

“We need to talk.” Dad tells me. I feel the shit coming, so I stay on my bed and put my headphones on. It seems Dad doesn’t have the patience to bear me today, he takes my mp3 and stops the music. “I am serious, Alexis.”

I sigh. “If it’s about the car…”

“Your mother and I know you didn’t burn it.” My mouth widens. For days I have been thinking they were avoiding me because of that. And actually no ?! Fuck them!

“Please, Alexis.” I cross my arms. “Your sister is already in the living room.”

I finally get up and follow him, slightly angry he waited three weeks to tell me he believed me in the burning car story. Once in the living room, I sit next to Max and wait for the parents to talk, arms crossed. Mom, who was talking to Max until I come, stands up and bites her lips. This is clearly more serious than I thought.

“Do you remember when that Swendwish scientist came to Illéa few months ago ?”

I frown and look at Max. She seems as confused as me.

“Yeah.” I answer for the both of us. “It was about a missile or I don’t know what. He wanted your advice.”

Mom nods, but looks clearly uncomfortable. It worries me, what is she going to tell us ?

“He proposed me to work with him on it. So to go to Swendway.” Mom announces quickly.

“WHAT ?!” Max and I scream.

“According to Haiden, accepting it would improve our alliance with Swendway. It would be both an Illéan and a Swendwish missile. It’s a big opportunity for our army apparently.” (Forgive me I wrote that in May ok)

What. The. Fuck. I’ve always found funny to have a mother who works for the army -it frightens everyone at school-, but now not at all.

“So did you accept?” I ask.

Mom crosses her arms. The worst is coming. “I was about to say no. But this is a big opportunity for my career…”

And now we have to follow her in Swendway. Great.

“Since when is your career more important than your family?” I scoff.

I can see at her face that I hurt her, but I couldn’t stop the words. I’m still angry about the car story. And when I’m angry I act like a bitch.

“It’s not, Alexis. I hesitated a long time… But you’re both old enough now I think.”

“Old enough for what?” Max frowns, confused. “To follow you abroad?”

“To live without us.” Dad ends.

Max and I glance at each other.

“Okay what have you planned exactly?”

Mom and Dad look at each other until Dad decides to talk.

“We knew you wouldn’t want to leave and had several ideas, including your grandmother coming here to stay with you…” Oh no, not Grandma. She’s worse than Aunt Andrea. “But we thought about something which should advantage everyone.” Advantage everyone ? I doubt it. If he was right, he wouldn’t take so many precautions to tell us. “You’ll live in the palace until we come back.”

We could think that I would be the one who would scream first, because I always complain, but no. It’s Max.

“The palace?! Why the palace? What about high school? I have swimming competitions in few weeks!”

Dad pats her shoulder. “Max, we talked to the principal, you can still be part of the sports teams.” I tilt my head and frown, thinking. “Your statement implies that she won’t go to class…”

“We may… have decided you would have correspondence school?” Mom sounds insure.

Oh fuck. As if I needed to study. I am more clever than all my teachers reunited. If I didn’t want to stay with Max, I would have been graduated years ago. Maybe I would be already operating, who knows?

“It’s easier than having to cross all Angeles to go to high school.” Dad explains. “And since any of the high schools around want to take you Lex… we don’t really have the choice.” I wrinkle my nose. I am not that dangerous. Okay I go to school with a gun in my bag, but no one is supposed to know that. And okay I hide a knife under my dress when I wear one. I just want to protect myself, nothing more.

Then I remember that everyone thinks I am a pyromaniac. Except my sister and my parents, who MADE ME BELIEVE THAT THEY DIDN’T BELIEVE ME DURING TWO FUCKING WHOLE WEEKS. I WON’T FORGIVE THEM BEFORE A WHILE… unless they buy me a machine gun. I would forgive the worst things for a machine gun.

“Fine. We’ll do your correspondence shit.” I say. Max glances at me, astonished that I give up so quickly. “They’re not wrong. It’s not really a bad idea, Max.” She gets up and puts on a jacket she left on the armchair. “Okay, let’s move to the palace, if that’s what you want.” She takes her bag and the keys of my car -mom broke hers when she tested a new weapon, now she uses mine because the responsible doesn’t want to buy a new one. Max leaves the room without looking at us. “If you’re looking for me, I’ll be dumping Ken.” She says, slamming the door.

Mom and Dad look at each other, then at me. We’re all thinking about the same thing. “We celebrate that?” Dad asks.

“I order the pizzas!” I scream.

“I’ll take our best wine in the cave!” Mom walks away dancing. “She’s dumping the asshole! She’s dumping the asshole!” She sings, going to the cave. I can’t help a smile. Okay, maybe I am not that angry with them.

January 2nd

POV Maxime

I find Lex in our bathroom, debating with herself.

“Should I take my chanel products or do you think I can steal some at the palace?”

I groan. The palace, always the palace. It’s been like that for days now. I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to live there. Lex doesn’t seem to really mind. She thinks it’s better than going to Swendway. I still hesitate to follow the parents abroad, I didn’t tell her that. The idea of being locked in this golden cage for months… it drives me too crazy. I don’t think I can do that.

“Take your chanel stuff. You didn’t buy it for nothing.”

“True.” She agrees, and puts her products in vanity boxes. She has more vanity boxes than actual carboard ones I realize. I shake my head, but decide to help her. Maybe it will clean my mind.

We work in silence for a while, both thinking. I would like to talk about Brandon to distract myself but since she told me everything, she blushes and gets angry every time I try to broach the subject.

When the bathroom is empty, I realize how close we are to leaving. Tomorrow.

“It will be hell.” I tell Lex, talking about the palace, which she guesses easily.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror, thinking. If I wasn’t so serious, I would tease her about Brandon.

She turns her head to look at me. “A beautiful hell.”

January 3rd

We are at the airport, saying goodbye to Mom and Dad. I am pretty sure Mom is about to cry, but she hides it with threatens. I have never seen her so imaginative about punishments. More she is telling, more the ideas seem to come out naturally. She is so inspired… It’s frightening. Even Lex doesn’t say anything.

Dad clears suddenly his throat. “Babe, we’re gonna miss our flight.” We look at the clock of the hall. Damn he is right. Mom and he hug us. “Please don’t make Mila too insane.” She says.

“Show we gave you manners for once.” Dad adds, which makes us laugh. “And no boys.”

We immediately step back, Lex ready to scream at this unfairness, but Mom winks. “I let condoms in your stuff.”

“Tracie!”

“You prefer that or being grandfather, Alan?”

Lex and I roll our eyes. It isn’t the first time they bicker about it.

“You’re insane.” Dad shakes his head.

“Just far-sighted. Have you looked at the guards recently ?” She shrugs..

“Does it mean you did?”

She shrugs again. Dad pretends to be offended. “Should I ask divorce?”

“C’mon, honey. You know no one makes me w…”

Lex and I don’t let her finish. “THE FLIGHT!” They were going to flirt in front of us. Ugh. Luckily they decide to leave, waving at us a last time. Lex gives them the finger, her way to tell she would miss them. Then she turns her head towards me, making a devilish smile. Oh no. No no no no. “Now, shopping!”

I moan, while she takes my hand to go to the shops of the airport.

Kill me.

I look at the bags around us. I try to understand why Lex thought she needed to bring all her closet to the palace. Or why she had to buy new lingerie just because there were sales.

Lex takes the bags and throws them on her way too big new bed. Her French Bulldog is sleeping on it and barks when she receives a bag on her head. Lex just shrugs, while I look around the room. All I can see is luxury. Okay it’s beautiful, but I already miss the simplicity of my home. I sigh. And I haven’t even spent one night here. These six months are gonna be a torture.

“Stop looking like an abandoned puppy!” Lex suddenly says, making me raise my head. “I’m not an abandoned puppy.” I mumble. She sighs and comes closer, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “It’s been three days, Max. And you are the one who dumped him. You can stop being sad.” I don’t even know why I am like that. Ken was an asshole. I shouldn’t have started dating him at first. “It’s better like that. Max.” She continues. No, not really. Now I wonder again what’s the problem with me. Why I am so nice, why I forgive so easily, why I don’t want to hurt people. It always leads me to shit.

“We’ll go to the shooting range tomorrow. It always makes you feel good.” She kisses my temple and goes back to her previous activity, smiling at me. I smile back, even if it is a little faintly. Lex is crazy most of the time, but she has also this sweet side that people ignore. She would kill them if they knew anyway. She likes it being a secret.

Lex searches something in a bag, suddenly smirking. “And you know what also makes feel good?” I don’t want to hear the sequel. “A makeover!” I groan. Everything is an excuse to buy clothes with Lex.

“I don’t need a makeover.” I complain. Forget the sweet sister part. She is actually awful.

“Yes, you do. At least an underwear makeover.”

“Lex!”

“Don’t lex me! You wear sportbras and boxers! As older sister, I have to save you from that!” I narrow my eyes. She always remembers me she is the oldest. Stupid 17 minutes.

“That’s very comfy!” I try to defend myself, but it’s too late. She hands me one of the bags. “Try them on, that’s all I ask.”

“You can’t keep them for yourself?” I ask desperate.

“I don’t wear D-cup!” She says pointing her breasts. She secretly complexes about her own size, maybe I should mention it and like that she’ll leave me alone? Uhm no. I’m too nice for that. Lucky Lex. I take my shirt off angrily and go to the bathroom, which is probably as huge as the room itself. Why must everything be luxury here? I’m afraid I’ll adapt to it too easily.

While I change, I can hear Lex in the room, talking to Barbara. I roll my eyes. She treats her dog like she would treat a baby. She even takes the weird mommy voice.

“Can I see? Can I see?” She suddenly asks me excited.

“No!” I don’t even want to look at my reflection in the mirror. I hate my body enough, no need to see it more than I have to.

“I’ll smash open the door if you refuse!”

“You have no strength Lex!”

“But I have guns!”

“You’re kidding? It’s just a bra!”

“Exactly! So now open!”

I open with a groan, just hoping it’s almost over. Lex applauses when she sees me, grinning. “You’re hot! Believe me, with that, you’ll soon forget your Ken!”

“With a bra?” I scoff.

She is about to answer when we are interrupted. “Hello? Anybody making that horrible noise?” A voice says from the corridor. Lex immediately frowns and leaves the bathroom screaming. “CAN YOU REPEAT?” I should maybe follow her to save the guy’s life. But her voice surprisingly calms down. “Oh, the piece of shit. I shouldn’t be surprised.” I close the door before Brandon can see me. He’ll comment the bra, I know it. This guy is such an idiot.

Nevertheless, after what happened between him and Lex the other day, it would be interesting to listen to their discussion. I press my ear against the door.

“Oh no…. Are you drunk again?” He asks.

“No, why are you asking ?” She answers with a confused voice.

“Because you’re in a palace room again? Maybe falling asleep on someone else’s floor for once?” I almost laugh. She is out of control when she drinks alcohol. I mean more than usual. I am not surprised she fell asleep in his room. She called me once from the attic of the neighbors.

“Sorry but it is my floor. For the next 6 months at least.” The reaction comes quickly.

“What?! This is not funny. Don’t joke about such things.”

Lex gets angry, I don’t know why. “I AM NOT JOKING!”

“Whose idea was this?!” Brandon says, panicked. I’ve never heard him panicked. Knowing Lex, she would ask me to make a tape to ridicule him later. “Why? Why next to my room!”

“NEXT TO YOUR- FUCK” I would need popcorn right now. It’s getting very interesting.

Unfortunately Brandon breaks everything and comes back to his usual behavior. “Oh so you already forgot? It didn’t mean anything to you?” This sentence is so ambiguous. What if Lex lied to me and they really had sex? I mean… you never know.

“They separated me from Max, I wasn’t really interested in where I was.” It’s maybe the truth -people really think that settling us in two different floors will be enough to prevent us from our tricks apparently-, but it doesn’t mean she can use me as excuse!

“I’m sorry to hear that, for you, but mostly my sake.” He answers sarcastically.

“She’s already here anyway. In the bathroom.”

Lex why? I was perfectly good here! I clear my throat. “Hey Brandon !” Okay now they are sure I was listening to them. Great.

“They can’t separate us.” Lex adds.

“Great, another.” I hear him say. Idiot. “At least you have a little restrained.” He says to me. Uhm… thanks? I decide to ignore him. “Lex give me my clothes back. I don’t want to stay with the both of you at the same time!” It’s time to withdraw.

“But you didn’t try on all the bras I bought you ! Did you see the one in red lace? I love it!” She. Did. Not. Dare. Not. In. Front. Of. Brandon. Jefford.

“WHY DOES THIS FAMILY ALWAYS HUMILIATE ME?” I scream in frustration. This kind of things always happens to me.

“Restrained you said?” She tells Brandon.

“Bras you said?”

And now they’re flirting?! Guys I am still here! Please have mercy!

“You won’t see them. But they’re really sexy.” She goes on. She wants my death I think. I swear tomorrow at the shooting range she’s the one I’ll shoot.

“SHUT UP LEX”

But they totally ignore me, too focussed on their flirty discussion.

“Surprising, honestly. But I still have no answer as to why you are here”

“That I have good taste in bras ? Anyway, mom and dad are gonna live in Swendway for 6 months and they decided we would stay here.”

“That you have taste at all honey.” And it keeps going. Do that when you’re alone, guys. “But now at least I know at whom I’ll have to file my complaints; uncle Alan.”

“Don’t call me honey!” Is all Lex finds as answer.

“And dad is already in the plane. It’s too late.” I add, to remember them that I am still here. I EXIST OKAY.

“And he had the idea. Mom wanted to let us live alone.” Lex finishes. Just saying but if mom trusts us on that, he could agree too. We are independent enough to live on our own. But I know he did that to be sure someone keeps an eye on us. As if it could stop us to do what we want.

“Yes, but you may not expect it, but I can write letters you know.”

Lex finally decides to give me my shirt back. She rolls her eyes at my irked face. “Oh, you can write?” She replies to him. I hold back a sigh. It will never end.

“I can do a lot of things, such as being a quiet neighbour. Can you?”

I put the shirt on and quickly go out of the bathroom. The ordeal is almost over. “She can solve an equation in her head, get angry quickly, lost herself somewhere even faster, sing and eating at the same time… but being quiet ? Certainly not.” In your face Lex.

“I was afraid so…” And in your face Brandon. Good luck with Lex! I wish you a lot of noise with her! Wait.. that sounds weird, even in my head.

“And don’t expect me to apologize.” Lex grins.

“If you do, I might be afraid you’re becoming sick.”

“It will kill me you mean.“

Brandon, who was blocking the door, moves inside, closer to Lex. Now I can leave. Finally.

“It’s too weird…” I start. Because yes, they need to know how weird they are together. Brandon and Lex… I can’t believe it. “If someone is looking for me I am on the roof.” I choose the roof only because Lex is afraid of heights and will never come there. The bra, Brandon and my other problems… that’s too much for me.

#happy birthday cass!!!#party 3 #and my first fic whoop whoop

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