Perfectly Imperfect

Cincuenta: Hahahahaha. Yeah, no

"Makeovers!" The twins cheered in sync.

"No! Not again!" Joey hid behind a pillow from the couch.

"Yeah, I've sat through getting my nails done for little she devils one too many times," Corey coward and proceeded to also grab a pillow and use it as a shield.

Sam and I looked at each other and chuckled.

"Oh c'mon, your sister's a little angel," I roll my eyes at how over dramatic he's being.

He nods in agreement. "Of course she is, but sometimes I wonder if her d@mn puppy dog eyes were gifted to her from h3ll."

I snort at that.

The baby stirred.

"Ssshhhh!" Everyone hissed.

  The twins cringed, but still proceeded to try pitching their idea anyway, just quieter this time. "Not you, dummies," Lacy? Waved off.

  Joey peaked out from behind his shield. "Then who?"

They glanced at each other with knowing looks, again, having their secret little twin conversation. That I, over the time span that I have been stuck dealing with all these little Tasmanian devils, have learned can never lead to anything good.

"These two, of course," Lacy rolled her eyes with a grin still plastered on her face, gesturing to me and Sam.

Sam's reaction was almost immediate. "HA! Um, No."

I just stayed staring with a strained and very fake smile on my face.

"Haha, yeah. I'm not really the makeup type," I agreed.

"Yeeaahhh, and I don't know if you noticed, but I kinda got a look going on here," she pointed to her face with her heavy pitch black eye liner and dark maroon-ish lipstick. It's more than what she usually wears, but it isn't super abnormal for her pop on a random dark lip or eye shadow. But she only works in black and very very dark grey with eyes.

  Like batman.

"Yeah, a look that says 'don't approach me, talk to me, or even LOOK at me or I'll suck your blood'," Lacy stuck her hip out sassily.

Sam's jaw dropped.

  Probably in shock that she would say something like that.

  Well then.

  The boys are on the other side of the couch trying (and failing) to contain their laughter.

Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You two are lucky. Saying that to the old me would have been a death wish," she looked back up at the twins darkly.

Oh shoot, she looks serious. Plot twist! Looks like Sam's got a few skeletons in her closet too.

It'll be fun cleaning those out.

  They thought they would get away with sticking their noses in my business? Nuh uh, they're all getting interventions too.

She shot the boys a glare. "Shut up."

Even though they had already gone quiet because of the whole "old me, death wish" thing.

There was a pause.

"Or what? You'll suck our blood?" Joey did a Count Dracula accent, and then broke out into snickers. Corey eventually joined in, deciding to just ignore the threat.

For now. Because I know Corey. He doesn't just let skeletons remain unseen.

No matter how much I really wish he did.