Shit, the Jonas are My In-laws
Truth of Bridezilla Bitch Rampage
Rouge's P.O.V.
I watched my heart broken sister walk out, more like
storm out, of my mother's house. Everything was quiet
right now, all eyes were on my sister.
"You fucked up big time little sister," I sighed shaking my
head.
"Wha?" she stumbled looking up at me from her fiance's
chest.
Christina tugged on my arm for attention. I turned to
look at her, "What?"
"We need to go find Kitzia and Domanic. Let's go check
the hotel." Then she turned to my mother once I nodded,
"Ms. B, we need to go."
Kitzia's P.O.V.
Major pounding on the door to our hotel room was what
woke me up. No freakin way that someone is pounding on
my door this damn early. I cuddled into my pillow and
comforter and swatted at Domanic.
"Urghhh." He groaned and flipped on his other side.
"Domanic," I whined. "Get the door."
"Nooo," He groaned. "You get it."
"Rock, paper, scissors?" I suggested.
He groaned in responce as the fucking knocker didn't stop
pounding on the door. Flipping over to face me, our hands
raised in the air. One. Two. Three. I did scissors and he
did rock.
I groaned, "Two out of three?" I pleaded.
His face churned into a glare and shook his head. "Get.
Up."
I sighed really loudly and banged my hands on the bed.
With one last grunt I got out of bed and headed towards
the door. I could hear him chuckling as I stumbled my
way towards the door.
"Hold your panties!" I shouted as the damn knock was
more persistant than ever. "What?!" I screamed as I swung
the door open, missing a fist to my head.
Before me stood a stressed out little sister. She was
dressed in simple clothes: jeans, pink collared long-sleve
shirt, and simple black flats. Her dark brown hair was
pulled up in a high pony tail.
"What do you want?" I glared at her as I crossed my arms
and leaned against the door frame.
Her eyes shifted to the floor, shifting her weight between
her feet she responded, "I wanted to talk. You know?
About yesterday."
"Who is it?" I heard him shout from the bed with a tired
tone.
"Brat." I shouted back and turned to face my glaring
sister.
Clearing her throat, she spoke again "Are you gonna let
me talk with you or not?"
"Go." A voice behind me made me jump.
I heard Domanic chuckle as he scared me. "Ass." I
mumbled and turned my back to put some actual clothes
on. I slipped on some jeans, one of Domanic's shirts and
my black shoes. My hair was quickly thrown into a low
pony tail.
After half an hour, we were situated at a cafe. She took
her coffee with cream, I took mine black.
I took a sip and asked, "What did you drag me down here
for?"
She sighed and turned to her purse. Opening her bag, a
shaky hand pulled out a long white tube-like thing.
Raising an eyebrow, I took it from her hand. Nearly
choking on my own spit and air, I looked at her with wide
eyes. "What the fuck???"
" I know, I know. " She said, "I just don't know what to do
about it."
"Its simple," my face went hard, "tell him." And I gave it
back to her.
She shook her head, " I can't."
"Why not?" I sipped my coffee.
"Because," her head fell, "his family. He is supposed to be
abstinant."
"That's not the sister I know." I said as I placed the mug
down. Then a smile appeared on my face, "How long?"
She smiled sheeply, "Three."
"AH!" I shrieked with a smile. "Girl or boy?? Tell me!!" I
whined eagerly.
She smiled fully now, "Girl."
"Oh my god. My sister is the first to get married and the
get knocked up. Especially by a religious fanatic."
"Hey!" She protested and smacked my arm.
Then realization hit me, "That was why you were acting
like a total bridezilla bitch on a rampage. Your hormones
were acting up like a bitch without her bone."
She nodded a bit confused.
"How are you gonna tell them?" I asked leaning in.
"I don't know." She said grimmly. "I was thinking about
telling him really soon."
"Let's go. We need to get this show on the highway!" I
sang a bit too cheerfully and linked arms with my little
sister.
Together, we skipped all the way to her car. Something
inside of me knew this was not gonna end anywhere near
good.
I watched my heart broken sister walk out, more like
storm out, of my mother's house. Everything was quiet
right now, all eyes were on my sister.
"You fucked up big time little sister," I sighed shaking my
head.
"Wha?" she stumbled looking up at me from her fiance's
chest.
Christina tugged on my arm for attention. I turned to
look at her, "What?"
"We need to go find Kitzia and Domanic. Let's go check
the hotel." Then she turned to my mother once I nodded,
"Ms. B, we need to go."
Kitzia's P.O.V.
Major pounding on the door to our hotel room was what
woke me up. No freakin way that someone is pounding on
my door this damn early. I cuddled into my pillow and
comforter and swatted at Domanic.
"Urghhh." He groaned and flipped on his other side.
"Domanic," I whined. "Get the door."
"Nooo," He groaned. "You get it."
"Rock, paper, scissors?" I suggested.
He groaned in responce as the fucking knocker didn't stop
pounding on the door. Flipping over to face me, our hands
raised in the air. One. Two. Three. I did scissors and he
did rock.
I groaned, "Two out of three?" I pleaded.
His face churned into a glare and shook his head. "Get.
Up."
I sighed really loudly and banged my hands on the bed.
With one last grunt I got out of bed and headed towards
the door. I could hear him chuckling as I stumbled my
way towards the door.
"Hold your panties!" I shouted as the damn knock was
more persistant than ever. "What?!" I screamed as I swung
the door open, missing a fist to my head.
Before me stood a stressed out little sister. She was
dressed in simple clothes: jeans, pink collared long-sleve
shirt, and simple black flats. Her dark brown hair was
pulled up in a high pony tail.
"What do you want?" I glared at her as I crossed my arms
and leaned against the door frame.
Her eyes shifted to the floor, shifting her weight between
her feet she responded, "I wanted to talk. You know?
About yesterday."
"Who is it?" I heard him shout from the bed with a tired
tone.
"Brat." I shouted back and turned to face my glaring
sister.
Clearing her throat, she spoke again "Are you gonna let
me talk with you or not?"
"Go." A voice behind me made me jump.
I heard Domanic chuckle as he scared me. "Ass." I
mumbled and turned my back to put some actual clothes
on. I slipped on some jeans, one of Domanic's shirts and
my black shoes. My hair was quickly thrown into a low
pony tail.
After half an hour, we were situated at a cafe. She took
her coffee with cream, I took mine black.
I took a sip and asked, "What did you drag me down here
for?"
She sighed and turned to her purse. Opening her bag, a
shaky hand pulled out a long white tube-like thing.
Raising an eyebrow, I took it from her hand. Nearly
choking on my own spit and air, I looked at her with wide
eyes. "What the fuck???"
" I know, I know. " She said, "I just don't know what to do
about it."
"Its simple," my face went hard, "tell him." And I gave it
back to her.
She shook her head, " I can't."
"Why not?" I sipped my coffee.
"Because," her head fell, "his family. He is supposed to be
abstinant."
"That's not the sister I know." I said as I placed the mug
down. Then a smile appeared on my face, "How long?"
She smiled sheeply, "Three."
"AH!" I shrieked with a smile. "Girl or boy?? Tell me!!" I
whined eagerly.
She smiled fully now, "Girl."
"Oh my god. My sister is the first to get married and the
get knocked up. Especially by a religious fanatic."
"Hey!" She protested and smacked my arm.
Then realization hit me, "That was why you were acting
like a total bridezilla bitch on a rampage. Your hormones
were acting up like a bitch without her bone."
She nodded a bit confused.
"How are you gonna tell them?" I asked leaning in.
"I don't know." She said grimmly. "I was thinking about
telling him really soon."
"Let's go. We need to get this show on the highway!" I
sang a bit too cheerfully and linked arms with my little
sister.
Together, we skipped all the way to her car. Something
inside of me knew this was not gonna end anywhere near
good.