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"I'll go in the back." I answered confidently. Well, how could I not? I didn't know who the hell was in the front. I prefer going with people I can sorta see, if that makes any sense.
"Ooh, you'll absolutely love them! They're just. Like. ME!" Maybe I spoke too soon...Jessica guided me to the back. "Make way, make way! My BFF from a blast from a past has come to have a ride home!" The three figures seemed to look down at me. "C'mon, I'll give you a leg-up, like we always used to do!"
Once I got up, I sat down next to the only person on the left side of the back.
"Now, guys, be nice to her. Steph is my BFF and if I hear ya terrorizing her, trust me, I'll kick you into a pick-up truck on the highway. Kapeesh?" Jessica snapped at the three others.
"Sure thing, Jess!" Piped up a female voice.
"Alright. See ya." Jess wandered away from them.
"Sooooo, you're Jess' old friend, hm?" That warm and happy feminine voice from before asked. "I thought you'd be taller...And blonde...But, that doesn't matter, now does it! My name's Tereasa Beckers, the guy beside me is Tailor Zzzimmerman, and the guy beside you is Cris Moreau. What's yours?"
"Um...Stephanie Smith." I introduced.
"Ooooh, some nice onomatopoeia goin on there!" Tereasa mused. "I like it!"
"Do you...wear glasses?" A deep, smooth, male voice asked. He sounded like a freaking poet (Boo-bop-zow).
"WHAT?! You're talking now?!" It sounded like the girl's eyes were sparkling, but I was too focused on the male's question to notice.
"How did you know?"
"Well, you've got that bump on your nose and your eyes don't look like they're focusing." The man offered his explanation. "I am good at reading people."
"Oh...then...yeah..." I laughed nervously. "I...left my glasses in my luggage, which will be coming on...Monday next week."
"Whoa! Almost a full week? You've gotta be kidding!" Tereasa nodded.
"Not at all." I sighed.
"My sister be able to lend her pair or maybe I buy you a pair." A light, cheery, and cute, but still male, voice offered beside me.
"Really? That'd be really great."
I heard a knock resonating to my right. Then, something sliding open.
"Brother?" Asked a soft, smooth voice that was almost completely drowned out by the starting engine.
"Hello, sister. Would you mind Jessica's friend borrow your glasses?" He asked. "Until Monday next week?"
"Oh, ehm...does she need a pair?" the smooth, feminine voice asked softly. "Then, ehm, she can have this pair, if she can see in them?"
"Thank you, sister." I could tell the man was smiling. "You wish to come sit with us, da?"
"Ehm...we're going to be going onto the highway soon though..." The feminine voice declined in a humiliated tone.
"That alright. You can meet Stephanie first time at home!" the man excused. Then, the sound of something closing resounded over the wind. "Stephanie, this my sister's glasses. She say you can keep them."
"Can you let her know I said thank you?" I smiled as I tried to grab for the glasses. A huge, warm hand covered mine and guided mine to the pair of glasses. I blushed and took my hand away smoothly. I slowly pushed the glasses onto my nose and opened my eyes. Suddenly, everything was crystal clear. "Whoa. This is amazing. Now I really need to say thank you to your sister."
I took a look around at everyone there. Teresa was the girl in front of me. She had blue hair that had a single wave just past her high cheek bones and the rest was straight as all heck. Her eyes were vibrant green emeralds and her smile was sweet, welcoming, and enthusiastic. She wore a simple, off-white turtleneck, faded blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black flats. Next to her sat who I assumed to be Tailor Zimmerman. He looked (oh god, do I dare) Mexican, from his skin tone, that was a slightly dark tan. His hair was a chocolate brown shaved on either side with the center swept slightly to the side with as much volume in the front as he could manage, but still look good in. His eyes were large, but almost half-lidded in a silent/i-don't-care look, complimented with a usual, "happy face" frown and a slightly longer nose then Tereasa's pointed one. He wore a white V-neck t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black and red sneakers. The pale man beside me, who seemed cheery enough, was Cris, obviously. He had drooping, kind golden eyes, neatly combed, light brown hair that looked almost orange which was parted over the center of his eyes and had a few strands poking up here and there, a long nose, and a cheerful, small smile. He wore almost the same thing as Tailor, however he had a tuxedo coat over his shirt and he wore actual dress shoes.
"My sister really kind. She does not care about thank you, just about helping you." Cris smiled gratefully and pridefully. "She is very nice."
"I agree! She's an amazing young woman." Tereasa complimented. "If only she went to church."
I blinked but shrugged.
"My sister has her beliefs. We have ours." Cris pointed out.
"May I come out now?"A frustrated, British-accented grunt came from under us.
I gasped, lifting up my knees to my chest. "Is it just me, or is the floor talking?!"
"It's just you." The little smart-Alec that the floor was retorted. "No, you idiot. I am an actual person."
A pale, little boy with neatly combed, honey blonde hair came out from hiding under the seat. His huge, blue eyes sparkled and his grin was absolutely humongous. He wore a literal tuxedo and had on almost the same dress shoes as Cris had.
"Ah, I almost forgot about you!" Tereasa exclaimed. "Right, Stephanie, this is Nigel Moreau, Cris' little brother." Tereasa gestured to the smug boy.
"Why the hell was he hiding under me?!"
"My sister hasn't seen me in a full two years, since I started my study in England. Of course, we were all usually separated anyway." The young boy scoffed. "I, at the age of 4, was shipped off to England. My sister and I only met in person a few times since then, most of our relationship was over technology, which recently went out where I was."
"Nigel and I much closer, apparently, us being boys, our father's opinion being boys deserve much more than girls. We were able connections more. I was, actually, in Russia all my life, da?"Cris explained. "My sister in France all her life. Little brother in France then moved to England."
"After their sister was able to convince their father that she should move to America to continue her studies, Cris found out and immediately moved too where she was." Tereasa added. "However, since Nigel wasn't allowed that opportunity, we were going to surprise their sister with a surprise visit from her younger brother, since they absolutely adore each other!"
"I. Do. Not." Nigel denied. "I just want to make sure she doesn't marry anyone without my consent."
"How old are you, Nigel?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"Fourteen." He answered. "And my sister is currently 19, and my brother is currently 24."
"Wow. Then why do you-" I started.
"Have so much authority?" Nigel laughed. "Well, of course with my dad's beliefs, I was prized over my sister, so I am allowed to tell her what to do. Not the other way around." Nigel paused "But, nothing too much. She's such a sweet, caring person.Naive, more like it. And that spells out trouble. I mostly just protect her."
"You and I both, da?" Cris giggled cheerfully.(*not a typo, sorry all you spelling critics*)
I nodded. "Right."
"Oh, by the way, Stephanie! I absolutely love the way you dyed your hair and your piercings, too." Tereasa complimented.
"Thank you." I smiled at her.
"Wait, Stephanie, are those my sister's glasses?" Nigel suddenly pointed out.
"Oh, um, yeah...I think?" I furrowed my brow.
"It's alright, Nigel." Cris waved a hand at Nigel. "Rebecka allowed her to have them."
"Does she know exactly how expensive those are?" Nigel scoffed, finally sitting down in between Cris and me once we got onto the highway.
"What do you mean?" I raised a brow curiously.
"Those cost a fortune, at least to you." Nigel scoffed. "Can't believe she gave those to you."
"Oh well, it's Stephanie's now." Tereasa beamed. "Hey, so, Stephanie, d'you wanna see Nigel and Rebecka get reunited or what? Because, if not, you can stay in the car while we go into Becka's house. If so, you'll get to, hopefully, say thank you for the gift."
"Um...well...

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"I'll go in the back." I answered confidently. Well, how could I not? I didn't know who the hell was in the front. I prefer going with people I can sorta see, if that makes any sense.
"Ooh, you'll absolutely love them! They're just. Like. ME!" Maybe I spoke too soon...Jessica guided me to the back. "Make way, make way! My BFF from a blast from a past has come to have a ride home!" The three figures seemed to look down at me. "C'mon, I'll give you a leg-up, like we always used to do!"
Once I got up, I sat down next to the only person on the left side of the back.
"Now, guys, be nice to her. Steph is my BFF and if I hear ya terrorizing her, trust me, I'll kick you into a pick-up truck on the highway. Kapeesh?" Jessica snapped at the three others.
"Sure thing, Jess!" Piped up a female voice.
"Alright. See ya." Jess wandered away from them.
"Sooooo, you're Jess' old friend, hm?" That warm and happy feminine voice from before asked. "I thought you'd be taller...And blonde...But, that doesn't matter, now does it! My name's Tereasa Beckers, the guy beside me is Tailor Zzzimmerman, and the guy beside you is Cris Moreau. What's yours?"
"Um...Stephanie Smith." I introduced.
"Ooooh, some nice onomatopoeia goin on there!" Tereasa mused. "I like it!"
"Do you...wear glasses?" A deep, smooth, male voice asked. He sounded like a freaking poet (Boo-bop-zow).
"WHAT?! You're talking now?!" It sounded like the girl's eyes were sparkling, but I was too focused on the male's question to notice.
"How did you know?"
"Well, you've got that bump on your nose and your eyes don't look like they're focusing." The man offered his explanation. "I am good at reading people."
"Oh...then...yeah..." I laughed nervously. "I...left my glasses in my luggage, which will be coming on...Monday next week."
"Whoa! Almost a full week? You've gotta be kidding!" Tereasa nodded.
"Not at all." I sighed.
"My sister be able to lend her pair or maybe I buy you a pair." A light, cheery, and cute, but still male, voice offered beside me.
"Really? That'd be really great."
I heard a knock resonating to my right. Then, something sliding open.
"Brother?" Asked a soft, smooth voice that was almost completely drowned out by the starting engine.
"Hello, sister. Would you mind Jessica's friend borrow your glasses?" He asked. "Until Monday next week?"
"Oh, ehm...does she need a pair?" the smooth, feminine voice asked softly. "Then, ehm, she can have this pair, if she can see in them?"
"Thank you, sister." I could tell the man was smiling. "You wish to come sit with us, da?"
"Ehm...we're going to be going onto the highway soon though..." The feminine voice declined in a humiliated tone.
"That alright. You can meet Stephanie first time at home!" the man excused. Then, the sound of something closing resounded over the wind. "Stephanie, this my sister's glasses. She say you can keep them."
"Can you let her know I said thank you?" I smiled as I tried to grab for the glasses. A huge, warm hand covered mine and guided mine to the pair of glasses. I blushed and took my hand away smoothly. I slowly pushed the glasses onto my nose and opened my eyes. Suddenly, everything was crystal clear. "Whoa. This is amazing. Now I really need to say thank you to your sister."
I took a look around at everyone there. Teresa was the girl in front of me. She had blue hair that had a single wave just past her high cheek bones and the rest was straight as all heck. Her eyes were vibrant green emeralds and her smile was sweet, welcoming, and enthusiastic. She wore a simple, off-white turtleneck, faded blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black flats. Next to her sat who I assumed to be Tailor Zimmerman. He looked (oh god, do I dare) Mexican, from his skin tone, that was a slightly dark tan. His hair was a chocolate brown shaved on either side with the center swept slightly to the side with as much volume in the front as he could manage, but still look good in. His eyes were large, but almost half-lidded in a silent/i-don't-care look, complimented with a usual, "happy face" frown and a slightly longer nose then Tereasa's pointed one. He wore a white V-neck t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black and red sneakers. The pale man beside me, who seemed cheery enough, was Cris, obviously. He had drooping, kind golden eyes, neatly combed, light brown hair that looked almost orange which was parted over the center of his eyes and had a few strands poking up here and there, a long nose, and a cheerful, small smile. He wore almost the same thing as Tailor, however he had a tuxedo coat over his shirt and he wore actual dress shoes.
"My sister really kind. She does not care about thank you, just about helping you." Cris smiled gratefully and pridefully. "She is very nice."
"I agree! She's an amazing young woman." Tereasa complimented. "If only she went to church."
I blinked but shrugged.
"My sister has her beliefs. We have ours." Cris pointed out.
"May I come out now?"A frustrated, British-accented grunt came from under us.
I gasped, lifting up my knees to my chest. "Is it just me, or is the floor talking?!"
"It's just you." The little smart-Alec that the floor was retorted. "No, you idiot. I am an actual person."
A pale, little boy with neatly combed, honey blonde hair came out from hiding under the seat. His huge, blue eyes sparkled and his grin was absolutely humongous. He wore a literal tuxedo and had on almost the same dress shoes as Cris had.
"Ah, I almost forgot about you!" Tereasa exclaimed. "Right, Stephanie, this is Nigel Moreau, Cris' little brother." Tereasa gestured to the smug boy.
"Why the hell was he hiding under me?!"
"My sister hasn't seen me in a full two years, since I started my study in England. Of course, we were all usually separated anyway." The young boy scoffed. "I, at the age of 4, was shipped off to England. My sister and I only met in person a few times since then, most of our relationship was over technology, which recently went out where I was."
"Nigel and I much closer, apparently, us being boys, our father's opinion being boys deserve much more than girls. We were able connections more. I was, actually, in Russia all my life, da?"Cris explained. "My sister in France all her life. Little brother in France then moved to England."
"After their sister was able to convince their father that she should move to America to continue her studies, Cris found out and immediately moved too where she was." Tereasa added. "However, since Nigel wasn't allowed that opportunity, we were going to surprise their sister with a surprise visit from her younger brother, since they absolutely adore each other!"
"I. Do. Not." Nigel denied. "I just want to make sure she doesn't marry anyone without my consent."
"How old are you, Nigel?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"Fourteen." He answered. "And my sister is currently 19, and my brother is currently 24."
"Wow. Then why do you-" I started.
"Have so much authority?" Nigel laughed. "Well, of course with my dad's beliefs, I was prized over my sister, so I am allowed to tell her what to do. Not the other way around." Nigel paused "But, nothing too much. She's such a sweet, caring person.Naive, more like it. And that spells out trouble. I mostly just protect her."
"You and I both, da?" Cris giggled cheerfully.(*not a typo, sorry all you spelling critics*)
I nodded. "Right."
"Oh, by the way, Stephanie! I absolutely love the way you dyed your hair and your piercings, too." Tereasa complimented.
"Thank you." I smiled at her.
"Wait, Stephanie, are those my sister's glasses?" Nigel suddenly pointed out.
"Oh, um, yeah...I think?" I furrowed my brow.
"It's alright, Nigel." Cris waved a hand at Nigel. "Rebecka allowed her to have them."
"Does she know exactly how expensive those are?" Nigel scoffed, finally sitting down in between Cris and me once we got onto the highway.
"What do you mean?" I raised a brow curiously.
"Those cost a fortune, at least to you." Nigel scoffed. "Can't believe she gave those to you."
"Oh well, it's Stephanie's now." Tereasa beamed. "Hey, so, Stephanie, d'you wanna see Nigel and Rebecka get reunited or what? Because, if not, you can stay in the car while we go into Becka's house. If so, you'll get to, hopefully, say thank you for the gift."
"Um...well...