Status: Completed
I Am Invincible
One
“Cameron, get your ass up! We’re going to be late, just like we’ve been late every day for the last six years! Move it!”
I groaned and rolled over in bed to glare at the person who woke me up. My brother, with his identical features to mine, was standing there with his hands clutching one of my many pillows, and slowly raising it above his head.
“Don’t you dare...” I warned.
“Three...two...o-“
“Okay, okay. I’m up. Get lost!”
“Nuh uh. I know you. As soon as I leave you’re going to go back to sleep. Get up,” he demanded, raising the pillow threateningly.
I muttered a few choice words in French under my breath, before throwing off the blanket and placing my feet on the ground and then slowly lifting my body into a sitting position.
“I really hate you, you know,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Oh shut up. C’mon man, it’s the first day of high school, can we please not be late for once in our lives?”
I sighed. “Who cares?” He glared. “Okay! Alright. I’m going to pee.”
“Congrats, brother, TMI”
“You love it,” I said with a grin as I exited the room.
When I finished emptying my bladder, I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face, then looked up into the mirror. I wasn’t all that impressed with my reflection, but it would have to do, because, once again, my brother is yelling at me to “get my ass down here”. He likes talking about my ass, doesn’t he? I sighed, and ran my fingers through my medium-long, dark hair. Meh, who cares anyway? I thought to myself and made my way down the stairs and, as I was about to step foot into the kitchen, I walked straight into the lead singer of All Time Low.
“Wakey, wakey Cameron,” he sang at me. How come everyone is so lively this time of morning?
“Shut up, dad,” I snapped, pushing him aside and entering the kitchen. I should probably explain. I did just call Alex Gaskarth “dad”. That is because, well, he is my dad. He and my mom met in high school and they clicked straight away. They fell in love. Did all the appropriate things in order for mom to fall pregnant. And hey presto, here’s me and Declan (Mr Impatient/ my younger identical twin), thirteen years and nine months later, about to start another year at school. It’s pretty cool having a famous dad. And knowing his famous friends. And having a famous uncle is pretty cool, too. More explanation needed? Ok, Max Green (i.e. Bassist of Escape the Fate) is my mom’s brother. Small world, right? Mm-hmm. Yep. Moving on.
So as I was saying, before I so rudely interrupted myself, I walked into the kitchen and collected some stuff from the fridge that could possibly be described as breakfast food, but I really had no idea what it actually was. Could’ve been fried cow tongues for all I knew. As it turned out, I’d grabbed some left-over pizza and some garlic paste. Garlic paste? Really? Well done, Cameron. Wake up, you idiot! I scolded myself silently. I replaced the garlic paste but kept the pizza, unwrapping it from its plastic covering and taking a bite before anyone could claim it as their own. Which is what usually happens in this house.
“Pizza for breakfast? Can’t you eat like a normal person for a change?” Declan was already seated at the breakfast bar.
“Shut the hell up, Dec, seriously, you’ve already pissed me off enough this morning... And as far as I know, I do eat like a normal person. Open mouth, insert food, chew, swallow, repeat? Last time I checked, that is how you eat.” I snapped at my brother, my voice unintentionally getting louder towards the end of my rant.
“Alright, alright,” Declan muttered and got up to leave the kitchen. At the door he turned around and faced me again, “We’re leaving in like, fifteen. Got it?”
“Whatever,” I yawned.
I groaned and rolled over in bed to glare at the person who woke me up. My brother, with his identical features to mine, was standing there with his hands clutching one of my many pillows, and slowly raising it above his head.
“Don’t you dare...” I warned.
“Three...two...o-“
“Okay, okay. I’m up. Get lost!”
“Nuh uh. I know you. As soon as I leave you’re going to go back to sleep. Get up,” he demanded, raising the pillow threateningly.
I muttered a few choice words in French under my breath, before throwing off the blanket and placing my feet on the ground and then slowly lifting my body into a sitting position.
“I really hate you, you know,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Oh shut up. C’mon man, it’s the first day of high school, can we please not be late for once in our lives?”
I sighed. “Who cares?” He glared. “Okay! Alright. I’m going to pee.”
“Congrats, brother, TMI”
“You love it,” I said with a grin as I exited the room.
When I finished emptying my bladder, I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face, then looked up into the mirror. I wasn’t all that impressed with my reflection, but it would have to do, because, once again, my brother is yelling at me to “get my ass down here”. He likes talking about my ass, doesn’t he? I sighed, and ran my fingers through my medium-long, dark hair. Meh, who cares anyway? I thought to myself and made my way down the stairs and, as I was about to step foot into the kitchen, I walked straight into the lead singer of All Time Low.
“Wakey, wakey Cameron,” he sang at me. How come everyone is so lively this time of morning?
“Shut up, dad,” I snapped, pushing him aside and entering the kitchen. I should probably explain. I did just call Alex Gaskarth “dad”. That is because, well, he is my dad. He and my mom met in high school and they clicked straight away. They fell in love. Did all the appropriate things in order for mom to fall pregnant. And hey presto, here’s me and Declan (Mr Impatient/ my younger identical twin), thirteen years and nine months later, about to start another year at school. It’s pretty cool having a famous dad. And knowing his famous friends. And having a famous uncle is pretty cool, too. More explanation needed? Ok, Max Green (i.e. Bassist of Escape the Fate) is my mom’s brother. Small world, right? Mm-hmm. Yep. Moving on.
So as I was saying, before I so rudely interrupted myself, I walked into the kitchen and collected some stuff from the fridge that could possibly be described as breakfast food, but I really had no idea what it actually was. Could’ve been fried cow tongues for all I knew. As it turned out, I’d grabbed some left-over pizza and some garlic paste. Garlic paste? Really? Well done, Cameron. Wake up, you idiot! I scolded myself silently. I replaced the garlic paste but kept the pizza, unwrapping it from its plastic covering and taking a bite before anyone could claim it as their own. Which is what usually happens in this house.
“Pizza for breakfast? Can’t you eat like a normal person for a change?” Declan was already seated at the breakfast bar.
“Shut the hell up, Dec, seriously, you’ve already pissed me off enough this morning... And as far as I know, I do eat like a normal person. Open mouth, insert food, chew, swallow, repeat? Last time I checked, that is how you eat.” I snapped at my brother, my voice unintentionally getting louder towards the end of my rant.
“Alright, alright,” Declan muttered and got up to leave the kitchen. At the door he turned around and faced me again, “We’re leaving in like, fifteen. Got it?”
“Whatever,” I yawned.
