STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

-Saffron-

"Saff, wake up, baby. You're gonna be late for school!” I heard someone annoying yell. I groaned, and covered my beautiful face with my fluffy brown teddy bear, Toby.
“I am a vampire. I'm not getting up unless you give me blood.” I grumbled.
“Well, I know someone with a positive AB blood type.” He said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Get up first, so you'll see him.” He said, and I'm not buying it. At all.
“Nice try, Trump.” I teased, making him groan.
“I. AM. NOT. TRUMP! I AM EDWARD HAMMOND HUNTER!” He exclaimed.
You see, we call him "Trump" because he's like Trump; full of pride and over confidence (that's what I see in him).
Such a bastard...
“Yes, you are.” I said.
“No, I'm not.” He said.
“Yes, you are.” I fought.
“No, I'm not.” He defended.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I'm not.”
“Yes.”
“I'm not Trump.”
“Yeah, sure.” I said sarcastically.
“I said, I'm not!”
“Yep.”
“No!”
“Uh-huh.”
“NUH-UH!”
“Yes, I'm positive with that.”
“YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M DONE WITH YOU.”
“Well, what did you do to me?”
Ummm...if you're having some troubles determining whether he's a straight guy or gay or bisexual, just wanna say he IS 100% straight guy.
Just acting like a gay guy...
“Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this.” He said, before he carried on his shoulder. I started pounding on him.
“WHAT THE HELL? PUT ME DOWN, TRUMP!” I yelled.
“I'm going to drive you to your school, okay? So shut up and be a good girl.” He said as he walked out of my room. I stopped pounding him.
“Really? You'd do that? No kidding?” I asked.
This is weird.
Edward Hunter driving a Charlotte Hunter to her work?
THAT. IS. SURELY. WEIRD.
Well, not that I don't want a free ride or I hate him, it's just that, it's been years since he did that. He used to drive me anywhere.
But, that was 3 years ago. That was before Mum died.
Since then, he stopped driving me, because driving me around reminds him of Dad driving Mum before they got into an accident.
“What?” He answered with another question.
“Well, it's pretty...weird to me, since...ya know...because...ya know.” I said.
Well, my sentence has a sense.
“Never speak of it.” He said, and that made me shut up.
Okay. Maybe he'll get mad if I went on with it. But, one question won't hurt.
Right?
“Um...Ed?” I called softly and quietly.
“Yes, baby?” He asked, and I have to contain myself from punching his face.
I HATE THAT NAME!
“Are you, um...okay now?” I asked. I was rather surprised when it came out calm and chill.
Because right now, I'm nervous as hell that I might be ending up on the cold, hard tile and not gonna get a free ride.
“Yeah, I am. After all the slavery works you made me do, yeah, I'm okay. Why?” He answered, not getting it.
“No! I mean, are you okay now? With Mum gone?” I clarified.
“Oh. Yes, I am now.” I was so ready to hit the floor, but I was surprised by his answer. I was even surprised that he answered.
“Really?” I asked.
“WHAT THE HELL, LOTTIE. DON'T YOU HAVE FAITH IN ME?” He exclaimed, but you could hear in his voice that he's joking.
“Rawr!” We heard the twins' voices as they got near.
“Klaus! Elijah!” Ed called happily.
Klaus Edmond and Elijah Edward Hunter are my 8-year-old twin brothers. And yes, their names came from the two amazing characters of "The Originals."
My parents LOVE that series. I swear, they used to watch it at midnight...and then, they...you know...that's why the twins existed.
“Okay, guys. Lottie and I are going to eat so we can go. Be good, okay?” He said, and the twins giggled cutely. Then, they ran into their room.
“Um, Ed?” I called.
“What? If that's gonna be another dumbass question, then I'm ready to whoop your ass. Oh, I almost forgot. Ashton's gonna drive you, not me.” He said, and my stomach did flips.
Ashton Black is one of my crushes, and he's driving me to school!
Oh my gosh!
“Do you mind if we go to the kitchen right now? I'm about to get late.” I said. He said no more, and ran to the kitchen, as if I'm nothing but a shoulder bag hanging on his shoulder.
“There you go, Princess Charlotte.” He said, sitting me down on the chair. I saw that Dad was reading a newspaper, having a coffee, and wearing a robe.
“Mornin'.” He said randomly.
“Hey, Dad. What's the news?” I said as I read the headline in bold letters: "One Direction, No Humans?!"
THE HELL?! I AM VERY OFFENDED BY THAT.

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