Luna Aria

III. RB

Aria's POV:

“Sure, Jae Locke, it is.”

I grabbed a pillow and adjusted it under my head. Joe came out in new sweats and a white t-shirt with a guy surfing in the front. “Shouldn’t you take a shower?” I ask.

He smirks, “Why would I wash away my seductive manly scent? The girls love my natural aroma.”

I gagged. One day, I will throw up.

He lifts a brow, “You are my sister, so you don’t see my manliness,” he said, flexing his biceps. He peeks at me, another sneaky smirk as well as a wink. I return his usual flirtatious smile with a nauseated facial expression.

“Stop embarrassing yourself, put away your baby fat,” John said, walking out with basketball shorts and a blue t-shirt.

Joe raises a brow, “Baby fat? Bro, this is all muscle.” He flexes both arms.

John placed his hands on his torso, “You want to see some real power? Bam!"

I rolled my eyes at my brothers, who decided to rub their beef all over my face. “Which is better?” Joe asks, pointing at himself.

John wiggled his brows, “Mine, right?”

“Neither, you both look like gorillas,” I reply in a bored tone.

They look at one another. “Oh, we act like animals, huh?” Joe said.

“We will show you how animals behave,” John shouts and jumps at me. He shoves my head under his nasty armpit. “Do it, Joe!” He screams.

I attempt to pull myself out of his grip that seems to tighten. “No! No! Don’t do it! Joe!”

Joe stuck his finger in his mouth and inched closer to me.

“Noooo!”

“Wet willy!” They shout. Joe shoves his finger into my ear, causing a loud disgusted shriek to leave my throat.

They drop to the floor and laugh. I hope they laugh their way into hell.

I rushed to the kitchen sink to wash my ear: “Ew. Ew. Ew.”

When I finished cleaning my ears, I dried them with a paper towel. They were still on the floor, rolling and laughing while pointing at me.

I march over to them and grab a pillow. I hit their bodies, causing them to burst into a higher level of laughter.

The bell rang and I threw the pillow down at Joe. I grabbed the emergency fund under the cookie jar and went towards the front door.

The guy looks up from his shoes; thin lips curve up into a smile. “Hi,” he said.

I ignore him. “Is that my pizza?”

He nodded and gave me the pizza.

“Shouldn’t you tell me how much it cost?” I question.

After some time, “Ah yes, 14.99,” he said.

I hand him a twenty, “Keep the change,” I said. I grabbed the doorknob.

He waves both hands frantically in the air for me to stop. “I want to thank you. I’m Peter.” He gave me a cheeky smile and positioned out a hand.

I grab his hand and shake it. “Aria,” I said. I tilt my head, “Do I know you?” I feel like I saw Peter somewhere before, but I can’t pin when or where.

He smiles, “Maybe...your dreams?”

And I’m disgusted.

“Peter, how can we help you?”

Peter retracted his hand.

John and Joe were standing behind me. They had their backs straightened, arms crossed, and arching the same brow.

I flung open the box, smelling the delicious scent of one of the best foods ever created. Whoever thought of pizza is a pure genius. I grabbed a piece and took a bite, “I’ll be in the living room,” I said.

Setting the pizza down on the coffee table, I grab three cans of soda. John and Joe are outside threatening the pizza guy.

I took a seat on the couch and crossed my legs. “Don’t let us catch you staring at our baby sister again if you want to keep your eyes in your sockets!” Joe shouts and slams the door shut.

They stomp back into the living room. “That’s rude,” I said, taking another piece of pizza.

Each of them grabs two pieces and comfortably lays back, inhaling the slices. “He shouldn’t look at you like that,” Joe spat out.

I rolled my eyes and laid down on the couch before sipping on the soda. I admit, sometimes, it feels pretty suffocating to be around them due to their overprotective personality, but I know they meant well. If I had the option of choosing other twins, I wouldn’t, because the twins beside me are the best.

Although, I never understand the twins’ obsession over the Jae Locke series. I mean, it’s about a man who got transported back into an unknown era and somehow got caught in the most powerful family disputes - how cliche.

Then again, I do enjoy the plot twist at the end.

Before I knew it, we fell asleep. My eyes open, seeing Joe and John lying on the floor. I was on the couch with a soft blanket over my body. I rubbed my eyes and threw the blanket over their enormous bodies. Taking two couch pillows, I tucked them under each of their heads.

Cautiously, I walked upstairs to my bedroom. As much as I love the couch, I love my bed even more. When I saw a dimmed light, I walked towards it. The girl stopped typing and turned her chair around. “Can I help you?”

Long dark hair and thick lenses.

Since I was exposed, I opened the door farther, poking my head inside. “Go to sleep, Sam. It will make you less ugly,” I said.

When I saw her grab the hardcover textbook beside her, I slammed the door shut.

“Burglar!” a deep voice shouted from downstairs. It’s John.

“Just a door slammed! Go back to sleep!” I shouted. I heard a body drop on the ground. I took a few steps, and the door squeaked open.

“Sweet dreams, I hope the bedbugs bite your armpit,” Sam said.

My eyes narrow, and I stick my tongue at her.

Sam copies my action.

“I pity the monster in your closet tonight,” I said.

She responds to my comment with a snort. “Oh please, we both know I’m the one in their closet.” She shot me a low monstrous growl.

We exchange quiet snickers, trying not to wake anyone up again. When her door closed, I turned back to my destination.

I know I should wash my face or brush my teeth, but skipping once in a while should be fine. It’s not like having acne will kill me, or avoiding teeth cleansing for one night will cause cavities.

I twisted the doorknob and opened it.

Blues.

“RB.”

He dangled a locket in front of himself. Silently, I stepped closer to him, trying to make a minimum amount of noise on the creaking floor.

My dad thought it was a good idea to purchase a house with squeaky levels so he could catch us if we decided to sneak someone into our rooms.

He dropped the necklace into my palm. The breeze blew past his soft snowy hair that covered his eyes. He turned his feet towards the window, holy wings extending.

He turned towards me, running his hands through his hair, tucking it into the pockets of his dark jeans. “Don’t lose it again,” he mumbled before jumping out the window.

I walk towards the window to see darkness. He came, and he left - like always. My sight flicked down, and I opened the locket. Inside it lies an old photo of a man and a little girl. I release a deep breath as my eyes gaze at the lights above, the Full Moon glowing brightly.