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I watched as Cole dipped the huge onions into the caramel sauce and let out a childish evil laugh while doing so.

"Tell me why you're doing this again?" I asked as he dipped the last onion and placed it on the tray beside the others then popped the whole tray in the fridge.

"Just feel like pissing him off. He's been asking me to make caramel apples for a while and I thought it would be funny to dip them in onions instead." He answered as he washed his hands.

"But... why?"

"Because I'm Cole Anderson and I-"

"-like doing stupid shit." I finished for him. "I feel like I'm going to be hearing that sentence a lot in the future."

He didn't say anything. He just looked up at me, gave me his signature adorable wide smile and started placing the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Where's Blake anyway?"

Cole stopped what he was doing for a second, looked at the ceiling, and then went back to placing the plates in the dishwasher. "He had a doctor's appointment, he's on his way home now. He should be here in a few minutes."

I furrowed my eyebrows; I didn't know he was sick. He looked and acted perfectly fine yesterday. "Is everything alright?"

"Yep- just a checkup." He closed the dishwasher after placing the last plate and started it.

I nodded my head and watched as he hopped onto the counter next to me. "I'm bored." He puffed, a few of his fallen blonde locks being blow away from his face at the action.

"Me to-"

"Wanna have a Star Wars marathon?!" He cut me off, asking the question enthusiastically.

I looked at him and gave him a wide grin "Oh my god, Yes. YES!" I exclaimed as we both jumped off of the counter.

Cole jumped and clapped his hands from excitement like a child on a sugar rush. "I'LL MAKE THE POPCORN AND YOU SET THE MOVIE U- WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!"

"M'waiting." I stared at him as he jumped up and down.

"I HAVE AN IDEA! I HAVE AN IDEA! GUESS WHAT WE COULD BUILD??"

"A fo-"

"A FORT!" He yelled, not giving me a chance to answer. "I'll be right back!" I watched as he ninja ran to his bedroom.

I chuckled and made my way to the living room to get the movie ready. I was searching for the "A New Hope" movie when I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"WAZZZZAAAAAPPPPPP!" Blake yelled at the top of his lungs from the front door.

"WAZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP BABYY." Cole squawked from his room.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at their chaotic energy. Blake walked in wearing black jeans and a plain grey shirt with a thick jacket on top. He took the jacket off and hung it on the recliner and flopped onto the couch.

"What're you gonna watch?" he asked before his eyes watched me type in A New Hope on the search bar then sat up quickly. "Wait, you guys are watching Star Wars?" He asked the same second Cole walked in with a bunch of blankets hanging from his head and shoulders and a few pillows in his hands that were fluffy enough to block the view of his face.

I nodded my head 'yes' and clicked a link.

"COLE YOU MOTHERFUC-"

"Language, you whore." Cole cut Blake off and threw the blankets and pillows on the couch. He shook his head to flop his hair back since it was all over the place and covering his eyes.

"You were planning on starting without me, weren't you? I've been begging you to re-watch the three trilogies with me since the summer break!"

"Chill Regina, I knew you were going to be here before we start the movie- don't worry, I wasn't going to start it without you, baby. Now help me build the fort." Cole ran his fingers through his hair then started to carry the coffee table that was placed in the middle of the room to the side.

Blake muttered something under his breath and got up to help Cole.

After getting the movie ready, I stood up and walked towards the kitchen to make popcorn and cut some fruits for us to eat while watching the movies.

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"HAAA! I win, give me my money bitch." I heard Cole whisper yell to Blake. I was lying on the couch with a thin lightweight knit blanket wrapped around me. My eyes were barely open and I was exhausted as hell. We just finished watching the first movie from the prequels (fourth movie) and I felt like I was going to pass out from exhaustion.

"No, you don't- Hey cupcake!" Blake called me.

"Hmm." I answered.

"See? She's still not asleep."

"Yes, she is."

"Then how the hell did she just answer me? Hmm?"

"People can talk while they're asleep."

"Cole she's awake... shut the hell up. I'm not giving you five dollars. You don't even need them. I can buy five whole Arizona iced-teas with them, I'm not wasting five whole bucks because of some stupid bet with your stupid ass." Blake whisper yelled to Cole.

"Oh come on man, you shit money and piss those different Arizona sugar-filled flavored liquid sewage water-like c-"

"You stupid shit. Don't you dare insult my babies! Also, you say that like you don't consume ten packs of poisonous expired gummy bears and seventeen bags of Cadbury sugar coated chocolate mini eg-"

My eyes shot open at the mention of the pieces of heaven and I sat up quickly. "WHERE?"

"What?" Cole asked at the same time Blake said, "Damn! She really is asleep. Totally unconscious." in a mocking tone to Cole.

I ignored Blake and answered Cole, hungrily. "Mini eggs. Now."

Cole looked horrified and hid behind Blake at the sight of me. My hair was all over the place and my eyes were probably red from the lack of sleep. My voice was deep and hoarse from constantly waking up and falling back to sleep without the boys knowing while we were all watching the movie.

Blake pursed his lips and stared at me for a few seconds while Cole peeked at me from behind Blake's shoulder like a toddler. I wasn't that scary was I?

Meh. I couldn't give a damn. I just needed my mini eggs. Now.

"Where?" I almost growled.

"W-we don't have any. I ate them all" Cole whispered from behind Blake.

My left eye twitched and tilted my head to the side like how a serial killer in a horror movie would do. You don't just mention my babies in front of me without bringing me some... I'll start drooling just from the mention of them and soon turn into a whole different creature. "You son of a bitch."

Before even taking half a second to think of my next action, I lunged at the both of them like a maniac on crack-because I'm dramatic like that- and I ended up on top of Blake who was on top of Cole on the floor, protecting him from me while I tried to reach my hands out to grab Cole's face.

So basically, Blake- a grown seventeen year old dude, was sandwiched between two sixteen year-olds, one was horrified and screaming a really high-pitched scream from the top of his lungs, while the other was wiggling from his hold to bash the other sixteen year old's head against the floor repeatedly because she had a sudden craving for Cadbury sugar coated mini eggs.

I felt Blake's body shake from underneath me, telling me he's laughing his ass off while holding my wrists away from Cole as I kept wiggling and pressing my body against them to block the air from reaching their lungs so they could suffocate and die a slow death.

I need help.

"I'M DYING! YALL ARE GONNA POP MY BALLS! MY BALLS! OLIVIA, CALM THE FUCK DOWN! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I STILL HAVEN'T HAD A THREESOME WITH BLAKE AND THE ALIEN FROM AREA 51. I SWEAR I'LL BUY YOU TWENTY PACKS TOMORROW! I NEED MY BALLS- MOMMY! HELP!" Cole screamed.

"TWENTY-FIVE!" I YELLED.

"BET. I'LL EVEN BUY YOU THIRTY! JUST PLEASE DON'T POP MY BALLS."

"Mkay," I said in a satisfied tone, way calmer than I was five seconds ago. I slowly got up from lying on top of Blake- whose face and neck was flushed a bright red color from containing his laughter- and fixed my hair then sat on the couch like everything was normal and I wasn't on the verge of murdering the two boys a minute ago.

Blake fell from lying on top of Cole to the floor from how hard his body was shaking from silent laughter- he looked like he was struggling to breathe from how hard he was laughing, even though he wasn't letting out a sound.

Cole just stayed there resting on his back, staring at the ceiling, his hair was all of over the place, and his shirt had ridden up 'til the top half of his chest, revealing his defined lower abs.

We all sat in silence- Blake still laughing silently- for a few minutes before Cole raised his head from the floor, his body still lying down, and looked at me with pursed lips for a few seconds, and then dropped his head back against the floor. His body started shaking and he let out the loudest laugh and rolled his body to the side so he wouldn't choke on his own saliva, crossing his arms over his stomach in an attempt to catch his breath.

Less than a minute later, Blake stopped laughing silently and in a matter of seconds, his loud guffaws were echoing around the large room along with Cole's. "WHAT THE ACTUAL F-HAHAHA. I CAN'-HAHAHA." He started rolling with Cole.

"I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WITH BIPOLA-" He was cut off by both his and Blake's roars of laughter.

I chuckled at the sight of them and then threw my head back and laughed harder when I imagined how psychotic I must have looked a few minutes ago.

We all stayed there cackling harshly for what felt like hours until we all ran out of breath and got exhausted. "You guys do realize that it's a school night, right?" I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Yep." they both answered.

"Aight imma go die now. G'night baby, night Oliver." Cole got up from the ground and walked out. I was about to say goodnight to Blake and leave before Cole came back. He stood in front of Blake and said, "Oh I almost forgot..." then turned around, farted in his face, and sprinted back to his room.

"SERIOUSLY?" I yelled and covered my nose the same second Blake got up and ran after Cole. Ten seconds of silence passed before I heard Cole's famous high-pitched scream followed by the sound of someone burping and the sound of a palm slapping skin.

I rolled my eyes and got up to walk towards my room. I passed by a grinning Blake who had just come out of Cole's room after closing the door. "Night Muffin." His grin widened when he saw my facial expression at the pet name and he ruffled my hair as if I were a kid and then walked towards his room.

I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and got ready for bed, not forgetting to take the last two pills in the bottle and writing a note on my phone to remind my future self to get more pills from the pharmacy tomorrow.

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"Daddy! Daddy! Come on. Follow me! Mommy's gonna find us if we don't hurry up." I whisper yelled to my dad as I made my way to the attic, thinking he was behind me and following me the entire time.

I looked behind me when he didn't answer and realized that daddy wasn't following me anymore. That's weird. I swear I thought I heard his footsteps behind me.

I scrunch my face up in confusion and walked back downstairs to look for daddy. I checked the kitchen and the living room and didn't find him. As I was walking out of the living room and making my way to the dining room to search for him there, I found both my parents smiling at me softly at the end of the hallway.

"Catch us if you can." They whispered in unison and started walking backward.

I giggled at them and started running after them. I closed my eyes for half a second to blink but found myself running in a completely different place and direction when I opened them again.

I looked up and realized that I was sprinting in the streets of our neighborhood, passing by our neighbors' houses and making my way to mine. I squinted my eyes when they caught the sight of a bright red and orange light that was getting fogged up by a terrible-smelling smoke that filled the air.

I stopped when I was a few meters away from my home. My eyes got glassy when I saw the scene in front of me. My house was burning down in flames and no one was around to stop the fire.

"Catch us if you can~"

"Catch us if you can~"

"Catch us if you can~"

I hear the familiar voices of mommy and daddy call out to me. I rubbed my eyes, causing a few tears to escape from them, and looked for mommy and daddy.

After a few minutes of searching for my parents as they chanted the same four words to me, I caught a glimpse of my mother's dirty blonde hair and my father's bright blonde long wavy locks set on fire inside the house. I looked at their faces and noticed that both of them were grinning.

They stopped chanting when I started sprinting towards them. Just as I was about to reach our house's window, the entire house disappeared and I heard my parents' voices call my name from behind me.

I turned around and found them both burning alive, mommy was crying and daddy looked like he was in pain. A few tears slipped down my cheeks. I don't want them to be in pain. I want to take it away.

I stepped closer to them the same second I felt a presence behind me. Two pairs of hands suddenly found their way to my neck and started squeezing. I heard two familiar voices whisper "Your fault, Olivia. This is all your fault. You could have saved us. You could have saved mommy and daddy when they were injured in the living room and dragged them out of the burning house before the flames caught their bodies- but no, you didn't; you were too selfish to. You knew they were alive... you could have done something. But. You. Didn't."

Tears poured out of my eyes as I watched my parents scream and cry in agony while they burned alive as the four other burning hands gripped my throat from the back and kept on whispering and reminding me. "Your. Fault."

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

"NO." I choked out as I jolted awake. I sat up straight on my bed, breathing rapidly as if I had just finished running a marathon and my heart beating faster than normal. I brought my hands up to my damp cheeks and felt the wetness of the tears running down them. I looked down and noticed that most of my baggy t-shirt was drenched in sweat.

I shut my eyes close tightly and took a deep breath to try and calm myself down before I trigger a panic attack. I ran my fingers through my damp hair and checked the time on my phone that was placed on the nightstand beside me.

5:45 a.m.

I took another deep breath and shook my head, pulling the covers away from my body and standing up to walk to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I wiped my tears harshly and fixed my hair as I made my way to the kitchen but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a noise coming from Blake's room.

I stepped a little closer to his closed door and heard the familiar song "Rock And Roll All Nite" by Kiss playing in a low volume from inside his room.

I ignored it and just walked to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. I was just about to grab a tissue to wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead when I heard the sound of one of the bedroom doors opening and footsteps approaching.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. No. No. No. No.

Please don't enter the kitchen. Please don't enter the kitche-

"Liv?" I heard Blake say from behind me. I shut my eyes close and hoped that some miracle would happen and I would disappear out of thin air or Blake would just walk out without me having to turn around. I really don't want him to see my face right now.

"Hmm?" I replied.

I heard him take a few steps closer to my back. WAIT CRAP- CAN HE SEE THE SWEAT ON THE BACK OF MY SHIRT? GODDAMNIT! NOO! PLEASE NO. PLEASE NO. GO AWAY. GO BLIND FOR A FEW SECONDS OR SOMETHIN- WAIT STOP GETTING CLOSER YOU GORGEOUS PIECE OF SH-

"Muffin? Are you sleepwalking?" How about I shove a muffin up your ass? Hmm? Shoo! Shoo! Before I actually make a move to slap you.

"I'm awake." I opened my eyes and faced him. My eyes widened the second they caught the sight of him.

He was wearing nothing but shorts and weight-lifting gym gloves. His bare sculpted chest was glistening with sweat and his disheveled hair was damp and unkempt.

His confused expression immediately dropped when his eyes landed on my appearance and a look of worry had taken its place on his face instead. "Are you okay? Why are you up this early?" He asked ever so softly.

Wait what the hell is that tone? Am I still dreaming? Wuh-

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just I uh- it's-"

"Bad dream?" he simply asked, as if we were talking about the weather.

Well if watching your parents- who you haven't seen in years and miss so freaking much but can't do anything about it since they're buried six feet under- burn alive in front of you in your 'dream' while their clones attempt to suffocate you is considered having a 'bad dream', then yes. I was having a bad dream.

I just nodded my head and averted my gaze to the kitchen tiles. "You sure you okay?" He whispered.

"Yep," I answered coolly.

"Are you going back to sleep now?" He questioned.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I'm not really tired anymore." I answered as he started the coffee machine that was on the counter beside me.

He just nodded his head and asked "Coffee?"

"Yes please."

"How many shots."

I thought about how exhausted I'm probably going to be because of the lack of sleep. "Two, please. I'm going to go wash my face and change, I'll be right back."

"Take your time." He grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

Ten minutes later, after taking a quick shower to wash the sweat off my body, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and slipping into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, I left my room and headed towards the kitchen where I found a half asleep shirtless Cole munching on cereal, his eyes were barely open and his face was so close to dropping and landing face-front on the cereal bowl. Blake was sitting on the other side of the island, sipping on his coffee, still wearing nothing but shorts- the gym gloves were gone though.

"Morning." I chuckled at the sight of Cole. How come he looked even more adorable this early in the morning when he was barely conscious and messy as hell?

"Hm-munin~" he mumbled sleepily and attempted to shove the spoon in his mouth but ended up crashing it against his cheeks and spilling the little amount of milk and cereal pieces on his bare chest.

He then dropped the spoon and slowly rested his head against the table. Blake stared at Cole with amusement and continued to sip on his coffee. He noticed me looking at him and nodded his head towards the other mug of coffee that was placed in front of him.

"Thanks."