Chapter Two

Finally, Hermione came downstairs with a shirt that I am sure she grabbed from Dustin's floor-drobe.

"Why my D&G?" he exclaimed.

"Next time, you have a wardrobe not a floor-drobe," she countered then stopped to give her mom a kiss on the cheek. "See you when we see you mom."

"Okay. Hopefully tomorrow," she answered with a laugh. "Bye Tracy."

"Bye Fallon. Bye Chad."

"Bye Tracy."

Fifteen minutes later, we were at my house. Unlike the Benson's family sized house, mine is more of like a I love my family but this is what I can manage house.

And I love it.

We got out of the car and went through the back door. I saw my mom placing something in the oven and I knew within a minute that it was chicken wings.

"Chicken wings" I squealed the moment we entered, earning her attention as she put the last one.

"That is correct my dear Tracy."

"Hi Martha." Hermione and Dustin chorused.

"Hermione and Dustin, how are you?"

"Fine," Dustin said before sniffing the air. "Hmm. That chicke wing smells delicious."

"It hasn't even roasted idiot. But he's right. It does smell delicious." Hermione said giving my mom a soft smile.

"Thank you. And how is Fallon?" she asked. I gave her a knowing look and she winked.

Like me, she loves their mother's name and doesn't say, "your mom" or "Mrs Benson". So any chance she gets, like me, she says "Fallon".

"Fine. She sends her regards."

"Did I just hear the voice of my favorite people in the world?" I heard my dad's booming voice ask.

"I thought I was your number one favorite." I said.

"You are when they are not around," he said as his huge body entered the kitchen, "but when they are here, sorry kiddo. You are the invisible girl." he said.

"Very original." I muttered as my two best friends beamed a smile at him.

"Hey Dave." they said.

He engulfed them in a hug and I could have sworn I heard Dustin's bone crack.

"Squeezing. The. Life. Outta. Me." Hermione choked.

"Can't. Breathe. Need. Fresh. Air." Dustin said.

Dad released them and gave a huge bark of laughter.

"Sorry about that. Lass and Lassie"

"Lass?" Dustin said taking huge gulps of air.

"Lassie?" Hermione asked hitting her chest.

"Yeah. I saw that name a country movie."

"What of me?" I asked making sure the hope in my voice was there.

I actually don't give a frick about the name he gave me as long as when the twins were gone I was his little girl.

"Violet." he simply said.

"Violet?"

"Yeah. You know that girl in the incredibles. The one whose hair always covered her face." he explained.

I take back what I said. I give a frick about the name he calls me.

Where my mom is petite, homely and cool. My dad is huge, unhomely and hot. They are polar opposites of each other.

They are like Joey King and Jacob Elordi in terms of height.

You know what they say in Physics, 'Like poles repel, unlike poles attract'.

That law is so applicable to my parents.

If you are wondering who I look like, I look like both. I took my mom's brown locks of hair, face shape and height. And I took my dad's eyes and other facial features.

"Is that roasted chicken?" he asked sniffing the air.

"Yeah. Roasted chicken wings." mom answered.

"I hope they are as delicious as you." he said giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Eww!" the three of us said covering our eyes

"Get a room." Dustin said.

"We could but you kids are here." Dad said just as we opened ours and gave mom another kiss, but on the lips.

"I need to baptize my eyes." Dustin said.

"Baptize? I am going to peel it out."

"We are going to go." I said pushing them out.

"Don't do things we wouldn't do while we are away." Dustin said

"Aye aye captain." Dad and mom said.

"They are so gonna do things while we are away." Hermione commented.

"Hermione, that's my parents." I chided.

"Whatever."

"Like your parents aren't doing the unholies right now." I muttered.

"Tracy, those are my parents." she chided saying the exact same thing I said.

"That's what I thought." I said.

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"So what should we do?" Hermione asked.

"Arrange our books for tomorrow," I said making the Benson twins groan.

"What? We have to prepare for tomorrow. That reminds me, did you get your schedules?" I asked opening my phone to check out the link the school sent me.

English, Literature, Chemistry, LUNCH, History, Algebra, Geography, Elective.

No time. No other information. Just subject and room information.

"What did you get?" Hermione asked and I told them my schedule.

"What of you?" I asked them.

"Well I have Biology, Literature, Algebra, LUNCH, English, Chemistry, Literature and Elective" Hermione said.

"I have Physics, Literature, Technology, LUNCH, English, Biology, Geography, and Elective" Dustin said checking his phone.

"So we have literature together?" I asked.

"Yup. I chose Drama as my elective" Dustin said.

"That's nice. Well I chose cooking" Hermione said.

"That's amazing Herms" I said.

"Herms? God, you are worse than Dustin," she said. "What did you pick?"

"Drama." I said.

"You chose drama?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. I think I need to work on my stage fright." I told them.

"Yeah. You so do. Anyways, good luck trying to be Romeo and Juliet." Hermione said.

For the next 15 minutes, we were talking about school tomorrow. Then we heard the ping of the oven.

Before my mom could call us down, we already rushed out from the room down the stairs.

"You didn't even let me call you." mom said as she opened the oven to bring out the tray.

"What was the point? We already heard it. It makes no sense waiting for you to call us." Dustin said grabbing the first chicken wing.

"But if I call you that we are going to the library, you will answer?" she asked.

"Nope. That is too much. It's like saying, 'hey Dustin, we are going to the library to have fun. Wanna join?'" he said lowering his voice a little to make him sound like a 40 year man with a stroke instead of an 18 year old boy who loves food more than anything.

Seconds later, we already devoured the chickens. Poor chicken. I wish I could stop eating them. But when KFC or mom cooks it, forget about it. I totally forget my resolution.

"So are you kids ready for school tomorrow?" Dad asked as we washed our hands in the sink.

"That's like asking if we are ready to be arrested and go to jail" Dustin countered. Dad sighed and looked at me and Hermione

"Hermione, Tracy are you both ready for school tomorrow?" he asked us.

"I think. Allison and I didn't get to finish what we started so yeah." she answered.

Allison is that princess who thinks she is more perfect than everybody. Sixth grade, she made the entire class call me mean names. If it weren't for Hermione and Dustin, well, I probabaly wouldn't be here. By here, I mean with my parents. I will probably be in my room, strategizing how to avoid Allison and her group of minions.

"And she wants to meet the cute new boys." Dustin added.

New students? At East Ville High? When did that happen?

"Yeah. They just moved from Carlifornia. I saw them at the mall last week. They were super cute and one spoke to me." she said squealing while my parents were looking at her wondering how our families ever became friends.

"More like he asked her for directions." Dustin added earning a slap on his temple.

"Same difference." she said sitting down.

"Are they in our class?"

"Will I be squealing over them if they weren't Trace? I'm not Allison."

"Absolutely not." I replied with a hint of sarcasm that I hope she didn't notice.

Dad looked at the clock in the kitchen and then faced us.

"It's nine fifty-five. You guys better go to bed." he said.

"What??? That's too early" Dustin complained.

"It is? Golly! I didn't know. What will happen if I wake you up tomorrow and you don't answer." dad said scratching his jaw like he was thinking.

I heard Dustin give a huge gulp before he opened his mouth to greet my parents good night.

"Night mom. Night dad."

"Night Martha. Night Dave. Please forgive my stupid brother." Hermione said.

"Of course young lady." dad said bowing down and using a perfect imitation of a British accent.

Hermione and I giggled as we went to my room.

When we got there, Dustin was already sleeping on the air mattress that was in my closet for when they are spending a sleepover at my house.

Then he sat up and placed his hand on his heart.

"Phew! I thought it was Dave." he said and laid down back.

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