Three kids. The oldest, gets everything new, gets to do everything first, and gets to choose everything. The youngest, gets all the attention, gets everything they want, and is always the one the parents believe in every situation. Then there is the middle kid. The one that gets the hand-me-downs, the one that hardly gets any attention. That's me.
Hi, I'm Ebony Ivy Green. Yes, that's my real name, please just let it go. If I had any control of it, it wouldn't be my name. Unfortunately we don't get to choose our names and we're stuck with them until we are 18, or if you parents are willing to sign a stupid paper saying you can change it.
Anyway, like I said, I'm Ebony. I'm 17 years old. I have an older sister, Sarah (she got a completely normal name), who is apparently perfect. I also have a younger brother, Josh (another normal name), who everyone just absolutely adores. I have green eyes and straight brown hair. I'm also, if you haven't been listening, the middle child.
I ran on to the porch. I think about that every single day while I run. It's what I would write in a letter to someone. I would write more, but I always get home before I can continue.
I walked into the kitchen and sat down beside of Sarah.
"Gross! You're all sweaty." She said, jumping up from her seat.
I rolled my eyes. "You would think by the time you hit 18 years old, you would stop being afraid of perspiration."
"I'm not afraid of it, I just don't like it when you sit down next to me and you stink."
"She stinks even when she's isn't sweating." Josh said as he walked in.
I hit him playfully. Josh wasn't a huge problem for me. It was usually Sarah. Josh was my little brother, so I was mostly protective over him. He's starting to act a little playerish. I really don't want my little brother messing around with a bunch of sluts.
"Really Eb, you stink. Go take a shower." He said.
"I'm going. Don't eat all the food." I told him, before running to the bathroom.
"Slow down Ebony sweetie." My mom said.
"I can't! Josh is going to eat everything."
She sighed and continued to do what ever she was doing, while I ran into the bathroom.
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I went back in the kitchen after my shower completely unnoticed. That's how it usually is. I could probably walk around this house naked and they wouldn't say anything unless I said something first. The only time I get noticed when I walk into a room is if there is only one person in the room. Sad right? Well not really anymore. I've gotten used to it.
I grabbed a piece of toast from Josh's plate.
"Hey!" He yelled.
"You have four other pieces. I think you will live." I told the little pig.
I decided to go outside since there was no one in there I really wanted to talk to, and the apparently they didn't want to talk to me either.
I went to the pool and stuck my legs in. I love summer.
"Hey sexy." Said a voice that made me wish I were invisible.
"Go. Away. Tyler." I said slowly.
"Oh come on. I just got here."
"And you aren't wanted. So leave." I said, giving him a fake smile.
"When are you going to realize you want me?" Tyler asked.
So here's the truth. If Tyler was a mute, then maybe I would want him. He's so hot, with his tan toned skin and his shaggy brown hair, and ocean blue eyes. So if someone were just judging on looks, he's perfect. Then he has to go and open his stupid mouth.
"Never." I growled.
He smirked and sat next to me. "See I irritate you. That's the first sign."
"First sign of what?"
"Of love." He leaned in closer.
"You have about three seconds to get your face away from me before I hold it under the water and count to a million."
He moved back.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
He sighed. "I walked out and no one stopped me."
"Same here." I nodded.
So here's the thing with Tyler and me. We're both the middle kids in our family. It makes me mad that we actually have something in common.
"You know what we should do? We should move in together. Then we would both get the attention we need. Especially you. You would get a lot of attention." His eyes moved down my body.
"For the last time, I don't like you!"
He laid back on the concrete and smiled. "That's okay baby. I can wait for you."
"Don't call me that." I said under my breath.
"What's wrong with calling you baby, baby?"
"It's a name people call other people when they feel something for each other. I feel nothing for you and all you want is to feel me up. So don't call me baby."
"Fine...baby."
I'm going to kill him.
"Tyler! Where did you go?!" Tyler's older brother Bently yelled from their yard.
Now Bently, I would move in with any day. He looks like Tyler in the face, but his hair was black not brown. The best part about him is that he's fun to look at, and he's not an ass. Unlike his brother.
"Look over here!" Tyler yelled, still laying on the ground.
Bently turned and looked at my yard.
"Do you see Ebony?!" He asked.
"Yes!" Bently yelled.
"Doesn't she look hot?!"
I gasped. "Tyler shut up."
"Yeah she's really pretty." Bently said walking over to the fence, "but mom needs us to move the furniture out of the living room so she can clean."
"Again? Didn't she just do that last week?"
"She thinks she missed spots. You don't mind if I take him, do you Ebony?" He asked.
"No, please take him. Lock him up and never let him out." I said.
He laughed. "I thought you said you had her right where you wanted her."
I glared at Tyler.
"I didn't use those exact words." He defended.
"What words did you use?" I asked.
"Like I remember. Look all I know is that by the end of summer, I'll have had you at least once. Maybe more. Most girls do come back."
"Most girls? Tyler you're in your room alone every night."
"That's not tru-" He smirked a little, "how would you know that?"
Damn it! I couldn't stand Tyler, but his bedroom window is right across from mine, and his curtains are always open. Plus he sleeps in his boxers. Not that I watch him undress or anything, because I don't. When I look out the window, he's always there, laying on his bed watching TV, his body in full view. I can't help but stare.
"Has Ebony been sneaking peeks?" He asked me like I was four.
"No! It's kind of hard not see what's right in front of you though."
He thought for a second. "I guess you have a point there."
I looked over at the fence. Bently had gone inside already. I sighed. I wish he would come over and talk to me instead of Tyler. I would enjoy it more.
Tyler stood up next to me. "Well I have to go move stuff. See you later."
God, I really hope not. Then something hit me.
"Tyler?"
He turned. "Yeah?"
"How many times have you snuck a peek into my room?" I asked.
"I have never snuck a peek at you. It's kind of hard not to see something right in front of you though." He smiled. "See you later baby."
I felt my face get hot. I don't know what was more powerful, the blush or the rage. Ugh, he makes me so mad!
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A/N: New story I thought I would try out. Comment and tell me what you think please. Oh and vote too! :)
P.S. The song on the side has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just think it's hilarious.