Issabbella

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Issabbella

Becca wrote a lot of this chapter. xD. Until Frank throws the apple, it's her. <3
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Her focus was on the boy with the recently dyed black hair, she wondered why he changed it, she liked his dirty blonde locks, much less red than his sister’s unruly counterpart. She watched his chest rise and fall with laughter, she felt her insides broil at the idea he was laughing at some other girl’s joke.

“Hey, Bella! Watcha staring at?” One of her best friend’s voices brought her out of her study of the boy across the school’s lawn.
“Nothing,”
“Oh really?” The female voice made her look towards the tree. School regulation socks covered calves that were strong from dancing for years, the body they belonged to was perched up in a tree, the sixteen year old was looking down at the two brunettes on the ground who were basking in the shade of the tree.
“Yeah, really. What’s Alexandddeerrr doing?”
The girl in the tree blushed so deeply it looked like her skin was on fire. “Shush Bella,”

The tall brunette girl, Bella, leaned back onto her forearms and squinted against the sun. “Do you have his class schedule memorized yet?”
“You know my brother probably has STDs.”
“Do you attach his last name to yours when you doodle in your notebooks?”
“He gets angry when he drinks,”
“What are you going to name your kids?”
“He isn’t capable of love, stop wasting your time.” The tree branches obscured her dark look.
“You two need to stop fighting,” Frank’s words were punctuated by the large bite or his apple.
“I have to go to class,” Bella and Frank watched their third entity walk off.
“She’s fucking touchy sometimes.” Frank muttered.

“I have to go too,” Bella said, shaking Frank’s hair as she walked off.
He started walking towards Becca’s brother, and when he got close to him, Frank pelted the apple core at his friend. “Get over here, asshole.”
Bert picked up the apple core, ready to pitch it back when he saw the little emo girl that his little sister called best friend. She was poofing up the back of her hair shyly, talking to one of those guys whose bangs were constantly in his face.

He knew this kid, knew that he was good for nothing else but a quick fuck and a ditch when the girl ended up knocked up.
Bert shot Frank a glance before dropping the apple and walking over to the emo girl.

He put his arm around her shoulder and she looked up, shocked. He couldn’t read the expression in her eyes, but figured it was disgust.

“Hey, Mike!” Bert said false cheeriness in his cutting tone. “Listen, how about you quit flirting with what isn’t yours and go find that sock you usually use to jack off, because if you think you’re getting with my girl, you’re so wrong it’s insane.” When Mike smiled awkwardly at Bella and walked off, she turned to hit Bert on the chest.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded.
“Don’t want you near him.”
“When did that become your choice?”
“You’re my little sister’s best friend. That makes you like my little sister. I don’t want to see you knocked up just like every other girl he talks to.”
“Well, thank you for your concern. I’ll be sure to run every guy I talk to by you, Bert!”

He looked down, and noticed how far the button down she was wearing was, well, buttoned down.

He wasn’t much of a boob man, but he had a thing for the collar bones. He loved how elegant they looked, popping out of the skin in a way that made everything look fragile.

“Eyes up here, McCracken,” Bella hissed as she noticed where his eyes fell. He inwardly laughed at the fact that she made no move to button her shirt.
“I’m not looking for your boobs, Bella, they’re too tiny to be found.” She glared at him. “I’m looking at your collar bones.”

“Some guys get off on blondes, some redheads, some Asians, some she-males, but I’ve never met anyone who gets off on collar bones,” she smirked, making him want to kiss her, just to shut her up.
“That’s because you’ve never met anyone like me.”

“Lucky me.”
“Listen, kid,” he said, feigning boredom. “You’re hot, I’m not gonna lie, and you’re single, right?”
“What happened to ‘little sister’?”
“Will you quit with the snarky remarks for a minute? Kid, I might have to cut off your tongue if you don’t!”

She glared up. “Spit it out, Bert. I have class to go to, you should try it some time.”
“There’s that sarcasm. How I love your sarcasm. Anyway, you, me, next Friday.”
“Next Friday is the senior’s prom.” Bert was a senior for the second time; he’d blown off class so many times the year before, and his parents wouldn’t let him just drop.

“I know, and you’re gonna go with me.”
“Am not,” she laughed.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“We’ll see, McCracken.” Bella walked off, flipping her hair in a way that made him want to run his fingers through it. Maybe not her hair, but it intrigued him, no doubt. He smiled at her and made his way to his locker, having no intentions of going to class.
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“Becca,” Bella whispered, passing her friend a note.
Bex,
Lol, sorry about that little tiff this morning, but you know you want his babies. ;D Your brother just asked me to go with him to prom. What the fuck’s with that?
Xo<3BelBecca looked shocked.

Wtf? Bella, say no!
“Ha-ha,” her best friend wrote back, “I was thinking, wouldn’t it be kinda funny if we dated? You could marry Alex, and we’d be sisters!”
“No way in hell are you marrying my brother.”
“Why? Mom tells us we should all the time! “Aw, you guys would be suuuuuuuch a cute couple!” Bella and Becca were borderline inseparable, they called one another’s mom’s mom.

“Yeah, but she’s delusional. Please tell me that you don’t have a thing for my brother.”
When Bella smiled and didn’t respond, Becca took the note back. “EW! Bella, love, that’s practically dating your brother.”
“That’s what I told him!”
“You’ve got a crush on my brother.”

“YOU’VE GOT A CRUSH ON ALEX AND HE’S SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND I’M GONNA SHOW HIM THE NOTE.”
“YOU FUCKING WOULDN’T!”

Bella smirked and leaned towards Alex’s desk. “Hey Alex?” she whispered.
Becca kicked her best friend in the shins. “OW! I was just gonna ask if he had a pencil!”
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How many times do I have left that I can tell you how much I love your writing?
I LOVE IT! You're amazing.
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I haven’t lost anything except my mind

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Issabbella

Alexander had become something of an instant celebrity the moment he set foot on the school grounds. New students were something of a novelty and a new student from a different country…well that just didn’t happen. He didn’t mind it so much anymore, he found an interesting group of friends to hang out with, it was easier with them seeking him out rather than the other way around.

Lunch on the large grassy quad was a must for the students who were dying to spend some time, however short and sweet out in the sun.
Alexander’s eyes swept the quad area; his eyes fell on a pair of legs that dangled from a tree.

The school uniform for girls consisted of knee high socks, knee length skirts and tucked in white button down shirts. These legs clearly belonged to a female, socks and all. He kept an eye on the legs out of his peripheral vision, wondering what she was doing up in a tree.
She finally jumped down, she grabbed her bag off the ground and stalked across the yard, her curly red hair bounced in its pony tail, along with her deliciously round breasts.
Alex was a boob man, no question about it.

"Who is that?” He recognized the girl from his math, science and literature class but did not know her name.
“Becca McCracken,” Alex tested her name on his tongue, he liked it.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Greg, a short but incredibly muscled Junior who resembled a brick wall, warned him. “She’s practically untouchable, her parents are these crazy wack jobs who don’t let her date and her brother is over protective. Last dude that asked her out wound up in the hospital with a concussion. They couldn’t prove it was Bert but everyone knew. That and she’s a total bitch, the only things she cares about is getting straight As, dance, and piano.”
Alex took in the two brunettes who were sitting under the tree Becca had just leapt from. “Who are her friends?”

“That’s Frank Iero, he’s a fucking faggot. Bella, that’s the girl, she’s pretty cool very likely to tear you a new asshole if you don’t get on her good side.” Alex nodded, taking in the words. He watched as the Bella girl went to talk to a boy across the yard, he watched the boy he knew as Bert stalk towards her. He wondered if Bert was protective of his little sister’s friend as well. He watched as Bert said something to the boy Bella had been talking too, the boy scampered off quicker than Alex could blink.

“Both of the girls are fucking untouchable. Becca is protective of Bella, every dude who breaks up with her gets his ass served to him by a chick.” Alex felt the corner of his mouth perk up at the thought of the redhead in black leather kicking ass. The bell signaled the end of their conversation and the beginning of what was sure to be another boring afternoon of school.

Literature was his favorite class right after Drama, which come to think of it he had with the Bella girl. He loved everything about letting your emotions out through words and characters that no one would recognize as you. He loved reading. He sat in his newly commandeered seat, seating in the class wasn’t assigned, it was simply a first come first serve sort of thing. His seat today was behin the McCracken girl, and next to the one called Bella. He noticed they were passing a paper between them. She was reading a book, her head rested in her hand and her eyes darted across the page, she did not look up as the students filed in.

“Uh, hi. I’m Alex.”
She glanced up from her book to look behind her; he noticed her eyes had rings of orange around the middle. “I know,” She went back to her book. He blinked, maybe his friends were right, he was beginning to think that the girl was a total bitch.
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That was a brilliant Becca chapter, <3

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Ohmylord, I love this.
You guys are both amazingly talented, and this has become one of my favorite stories on here already. <3

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Issabbella

Vee! Thank you! She pwns me, even though she won't admit it. And just to put this out there, these highschool bits are a prologue of sorts; it'll go more into present time in a few chapters. Update later. <3


Oh, and I promise I'll fiinish this one. xD!

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BITCH. UPDATE.
I luff this.
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Issabbella

Becca Bit.
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The phone rang loudly in the McCracken house, the McCracken daughter picked it up. Her mother shrieked; “Who is it?” She saw he daughter say something into the phone. “Is it a boy?”

“No, no boy would ever call for her. She’s too fucking fat.”
“Bite me, Bert.”
“No language in the house!” Whoever it was had hung up before Becca knew who it was.

Bert, like all siblings, often got into fights with his younger relation. Although both of them gifted when it came to insults he had no idea how much he actually hurt his sister, she was good at keeping everything inside her. A tactic you had to learn quickly when living at the McCracken household.

Mrs. McCracken was a housewife and thought all working women were damned to hell. Likewise that all women who did not bear children had no right to live.

Mr. McCracken loved his job more than his wife and children. Well at least that is what it seemed like. From a young age the siblings, there were only two so each parent was allowed to groom a perfect carbon copy of themselves, were pushed to their limits and told to keep quiet.

Rebecca Jennifer McCracken threw herself into her studies to keep her mind off of things that hurt her; it was easy not to think when you had no time to do it. She would probably tell you that the ratio of number of nights she cried herself to sleep to number of nights she didn’t was about 100:1.

Robert Edward McCracken started smoking at the age of fourteen and was a heavy drinker by the age of fifteen. He tried so hard not to give a damn about what others thought sometimes it backfired, although he would never actually admit that.

Rebecca McCracken, who liked to be called Becca, did not smoke often because of her grueling dance schedule but did enjoy the occasional Marlboro cigarette at her brother’s expense.

Robert McCracken, who would kick your ass if you called him that, enjoyed writing lyrics. He used it to escape the life he seemed to be stuck in by some fuck up on fate’s part.

Becca McCracken, who preferred Jack Daniels over martinis, played piano well into the night because sleeping meant dreaming and dreaming meant that she would have to face her own emotions.

Bert McCracken, who spent more of his time wasted than sober, liked to sit on the roof while smoking and wonder what it would be like if he was a pin prick of light in the sky.

Becca, who wanted to get far away from what she had no choice but to call home, hated herself.

Bert, who wondered why he existed, wanted to kill himself.
The siblings, as they were defined by their parents, did not think the quirk of a one in a million genetic fuck up make them real brother and sister.
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I think this one's bloody brilliant. My wife, she is amazing.

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Bit by me, not so amazing as Becca's was. <3
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“I can’t believe you’re wearing a dress,” Becca said, sitting awkwardly between Frank and Alex, who, when Bella asked, were more than happy to give a male’s point of view. “I can’t believe that you’re wearing a dress, for my brother. MY BROTHER.”

“Becca, will you shut up and tell me what you think of the dress?”
“I like it, Bell,” Frank said, “It makes your boobs look big.”
“Thanks!” she smiled, knowing Frank meant it in the most brotherly way possible.
“Why are you going to this with my brother?” Becca asked.
“Because, we’re destined to get married. Don’t you listen to your mother ever?”

“Of course not. She’s more your mother than mine. I’m not a fan of the purple,” she said. Becca’s mother was far different around Bella. She’d been trying to set her son up with her for the entire time they’d known each other; she didn’t approve of Bella’s mother thinking it was just fine for her to live her life without a man supporting her.

“Yeah, me either,” she admitted, slipping back into the dressing room.
“Try the red, love.”

Becca walked over to the rack of dresses, and smiled at the one Bella had just been in. She liked the purple, but everyone in the room knew her best friend was far too pale to pull it off.

“Becca,” Alex said in that Swedish accent that melted her heart every time she heard it. “Why aren’t you trying anything on?”
“I don’t do dances,” she laughed, shy in his presence. The redhead looked so tiny compared to the blonde. He had at least six inches on her, and she for the life of her couldn’t remember why she’d had things for guys three inches taller than her.

“I thought you were a dancer?”
“I am. I meant school dances. Not a fan of watching whores ‘pop and lock it’ against some guy’s crotch.”
“I only did it once,” Bella shouted at her. She was referring to the time last year when she’s gotten drunk and ‘danced’ with some guy she’d never met at a party Becca’s brother was having.

“I know, love, it wasn’t you I was talking about.” She let her fingers slide over the fabric of an orange creation. The cool material skimmed across her finger in an elegant way, one that made her want to try it on.

“That was an awesome night, though. He was fucking hot. Seriously? Yum. In a second.”
“Did you see Bert’s face at that party?” Frank laughed. “He wasn’t thrilled.”
“What the hell?” she walked out of the room, and Becca smiled instantly.
“That one,” she said. The red stood out against Bella’s pale skin, and fit perfectly. “Bella, that one’s perfect.”
“Agreed,” Alex said, still staring at the way Becca’s hand moved over the dresses. In fact, he hadn’t looked at the dress she was wearing at all. Bella smirked at her friend before remembering what Frank had said.

“Frank, back up,” She said; she hadn’t looked in the mirror either. “He had a look?”
“More like a glare. I guess he’s possessive.”
“What the fuck is this?” she demanded, hands in the air in that ‘what the hell!’ position all girls knew well. Elbows bent, wrists too, palm flat out and that pissed look on their face. “So he can glare at me for hanging out with a guy, but he can go whore around. Brilliant.”

“Jesus Christ,” Becca muttered. “I swear to God, if you have me planning your baby shower next month, I will beat the shit out of you.”
“Becca,” Bella said, teasing smartly, “Are you just pissed because I’m spending alone time with your brother and not you?”
“That’s exactly it, Bella,” she returned sarcasm heavy in her voice, “I’m just simply lost without you, darling.”

They took one look at each other, tried to glare, but ended up laughing and meeting in front of the full length mirror to hug one another.

“I think it’d be hilarious if you had to plan the shower,” Frank laughed, “Because you have to know that you’re the one girl he’d never leave.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Bella laughed shyly.
“He’d know you’d beat the shit out of him!”

She didn’t know why, but the reason he wouldn’t leave her if that were to happen, not that it would, was so different in her head, and it pained her to hear that the real reason was fear of violence. She brushed it off though; inserting on her face a plastic smile she knew well; lucky for her those dark brown eyes of hers were unreadable in most situations. No one could tell what she was thinking, and for that, she thanked genetics highly.

She watched as Alex followed Becca around like a love sick puppy dog and smiled to her best friend, who was completely oblivious. A tinge of jealously, perhaps, but she was still happy that her friend, who everyone thought was made of stone, was finding someone who was just as obsessed with her and she was him. And if the look in his eyes while watching her was any indication, she’d have to say that obsession wasn’t coming close to describing the attraction.

She just hoped that her best friend’s protective brother didn’t catch on.

“This one?” Bella asked the group of friends around her.
“I personally think you’ll be getting much more than a dance,” Frank muttered, “But yeah, that one’s the clear winner.”
“Alright,” she said, walking back into the dressing room to change back into her jeans, tee shirt, and vans. “Becca, come here a minute?” her best friend slipped behind the curtain and into the room.

“What, Bel?”
“Oh my God. He is so into you it’s insane.”
Her best friend mirrored the look she’d given frank a few minutes ago. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“He likes you!” she tried to keep her voice down, but her squeals of excitement for her little ice queen were heard through the store.
“Bella, will you shut up?”
“Go talk. Flirt!” Bella shoved her out of the room.
“I’m going to kill you, Bella,” she muttered.
“As long as I’m the maid of honor at your wedding, it’s good by me!”
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Yeah. xD! Maybe more tonight, depending? <3

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It does not suck, you lie so bad.
'Twas brilliant, on both bits.
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