Can't See Straight (Maeve/You)

Chapter 1

"Do you like my tits?" I heard from a familiar voice. "Hello? Tits!"

"Yeah, I love your tits." He mumbled.

"Do you wanna come on them?" She asked excitedly as I could hear the bed creaking.

I flicked some ash from the blunt that graced my lips as I tried to block out my brother's girlfriend's moans. I brought my right knee closer to my chest and wrapped an arm around loosely to shield myself from some of the wind. Ugh. Could they be any fucking louder? I'm surprised our parents haven't heard them yet. Like, bro, what the fuck? Granted, I am on the roof, also doing something our parents would not approve of.

"I'm gonna come. Are you gonna come?" I heard her ask. At least it's almost over. "Mmm".

"Ohhh ughh." I heard Adam groan as I tried to stifle a laugh as it got super quiet in his room. No fucking way! I did not just hear that shit.

"Did you just fake it?" I heard Aimee ask. I waited for whatever shitshow was about to ensue and finished the blunt before putting it out and tossing the roach. Once I heard Aimee leave, I climbed through Adam's window, effectively scaring the shit out of him.

"What the fuck?" He whisper-yelled as he threw on some boxers.

"Me, what the fuck? No, you, what the fuck?" I pointed at myself before waving my arms at him. "What the fuck was that?"

"Nothing. What were you doing out on the roof?" He asked with raised eyebrow.

"Nothin'." I shrug, rocking on my feet and not meeting his gaze.

"Mhmm." He hummed, knowing damn well what I was doing outside. "I won't tell if you won't?" He offered.

"Fine. Who would I even tell? Aimee?" I huffed, trying to walk out his room and back into mine, but he grabbed my arm.

"Seriously... please." He begged as he looked into my eyes. I could tell something was upsetting him and it wasn't just what happened with Aimee.

"Yeah, no. For sure, bro." I nodded and he released my arm.

"And next time, you better share." He pointed.

"Yeah, next time you should close the window so I won't have to be traumatized like that again." I joked as he threw a shirt at me and I put my hands up in defense. I walked out his room and into my own, flopping onto my bed. I stripped to my underwear and started scrolling through my phone before the effects of the blunt lulled me into a deep sleep.

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"I'm sorry." The kid apologized with a stoic face as he finished his terrible performance at the assembly.

"Thank you, Eric, for that rendition of the school anthem. It was... adequate." Headmaster Groff, aka my dad, spoke. "So, just a few things to get us started. The toilet block behind the gymnasium is full of asbestos, so, please, keep out."

I zoned out as he started talking about running being a scourge or some shit. I looked around the crowd, noticing Eric got quite the mean note from Swing Band, followed by the whole band flicking him off. Sucks to suck, I guess.

"...our brand new headboy... Jackson Marchetti." I heard as the students erupted into cheers. I rolled my eyes as Jackson began dancing and interacting with my dad on stage.

"We are taking over." He stated into the mic as more students started cheering again.

Eventually, the assembly ended and the students filed out, starting to head to their first classes. I walked down the hall, but abruptly stopped halfway and leaned up against the wall when I saw my twin brother slam the kid from assembly, Eric, into the lockers.