Amaya looked at Jackson, and Jackson at Amaya. They both sighed and slumped lower in their seats. "This is so unfair." Jackson huffed under his breath, catching Amaya's attention. "Oh be quiet, it's your fault we're stuck here." She moped back. "Nah-uh, it is not." He argued back.
“Technically, It’s both of your fault. Instead of fighting, Amaya, you could’ve done something more civilized.” Emma rebuked while glaring at both of them. “This would be so much easier if I still had that dust around.” Emma muttered under her breath.
The two both went quiet again, kicking each other and sticking their tongues out too. “Jerk.” Amaya whispered. “Butthead.” Jackson muttered back.
Emma’s eyes twitched as she heard both of them argue with each other. If both of them were more quiet, she wouldn’t mind, but they were distracting her. She looked up from the phone she was holding and glanced their way. She opened her mouth in disbelief when she saw Jackson and Amaya fighting once again. “ENOUGH! Don’t make me call mom, cause believe me, she will not be happy and I’ll tell her to remove all your privileges for a year!” Emma said threateningly.
The two went dead quiet, not wanting to get into even more trouble. They knew she would, and they knew their mother would not be happy. "Sorry Emma…" Amaya apologized meekly, before slumping lower into the couch. Jackson said nothing, but sunk lower too.
“Why did I ever agree to bring you two troublemakers to my house?” Emma asked herself. She sighed and put the phone she was holding on the table, and walked to the kitchen in search of cacao powder.
Connie wrapped a black towel around her damp body, and held her hair up with a tan one. She looked at her red face in the mirror and sighed. “It’s so hot…” she groaned splashing her face with cold water from the sink.
She grabbed the jar of cacao powder and quickly speed walk back to the living room. She grabbed another sheet of paper from her notebook and put the phone on it. She grabbed a bit of cacao powder and blew it on the phone. Then, she used a makeup brush to lightly dab the phone and grabbed pieces of tape to put on the phone. Each piece of tape was on top of a number. Moments later she removed them, and looked at the pieces of tape with fingerprints. She quickly wrote the numbers that the tape had covered a couple of seconds ago. She then entered the password for the phone and in seconds the phone unlocked.
Connie gave up trying to cool down, and walked into the spare bedroom Laura had kept for her or other friends. Laura was older then her, and engaged to Fredrick, or Freddie. Freddie's best friend was Brett, a super sweet kid that totally had the hots for Connie. He had tried dozens of times to ask her out, but was denied each time. Connie did feel bad about it, but she really just didn't have the same feelings towards him.
“Right, now I have to remember why I needed to unlock her phone.” She tapped her fingers on the table for a couple of moments before stopping. “Eureka! Of course, to check things.”
She sighed and went through her apps. It was a half an hour later when she was finally finished. She turned off the phone and grabbed the ID. She grabbed her computer and quickly put the address that was on the ID into google maps and waited for a couple of seconds until what she needed popped up. “Hm, it’s about ten minutes away. Eh, whatever.” She closed the tab, turned off her computer and stood up.
After changing, Connie flopped onto her bed starring at the roof.
"What am I going to tell my parents? There's no way they'll get me a new phone…" She muttered running her fingers through her tangled wet hair.
She went upstairs and grabbed a plastic box, some markers and a big sheet of white paper. She wrote the word belongings on the paper and decorated the paper so it looked more. . beautiful. She quickly went back downstairs and grabbed Connie’s belongings and went back upstairs. She put the belongings onto the plastic box and taped the paper onto the box. She put the lid of the box on and took a step back to look at her work. “Not bad, Emma. Not bad.”
Connie felt stressed. It consumed her as she lay trying to think of some way out of her problem.
She also thought about the unfinished art. That bugged her beyond reason. But she wasn't about to go back and be an idiot. Right?
She sighed as she heard a crash downstairs. Emma made a huge mistake leaving Jackson and Amaya alone. She ran downstairs and looked at the huge mess the both had made. “Right, if you don’t want to act your age, I’ll have to treat you like a kindergarten. Time out corner, now!”
"No!" They both whined, pleadingly. "Please, we won't do it again!"
The two pouted, trying to look too cute to punish.
Emma rolled her eyes and huffed. “Well, then. If you don’t want me to treat you like kindergartens, can you at least start cleaning up the living room? Because, I don’t want it to be a humongous mess.”
The two looked to the floor, and slowly started picking things up. "Sorry Emma…" Amaya apologized softly gathering some of the scattered content. Jackson didn't say a word as he picked up the living room.
Emma took out her phone and quickly made a call. She waited until the person on the other end picked up on the phone. “Oh, Hi mom! Oh, you wanna know how Jackson and Amaya have been doing?” She paused and then frowned. “Right. Mhm. Yes, I’m aware they’re troublemakers.” She sighed and waited until her mother was done talking.
The two picked up their cleaning pace, before looking at Emma. Their eyes were filled with tears, and they looked legitimately sorry. But they weren't going to say anything, it was too late. Emma had called, and there was nothing they could do.
“Look, mom. . “ She paused and looked at Jackson and Amaya. She saw the tears in their eyes and sighed. “They’re doing great. They haven’t fight or made any messes. They’ve been on their best behavior, so you don’t have to worry about them. Yes, mom, okay, well, uh I gotta go. Love ya.” With that, she hung up, sighed and sat down on the couch.
The two were in shock. "Emma? Why'd you lie to mom?!" Jackson asked rather surprised at this. Amaya was just as surprised. "Yeah! Why'd you do that!?"
“Well, for starters, mom would’ve grounded you two until you two reach eighteen. She wouldn’t let you go anywhere expect school. Hm, she would take all your privileges away, you wouldn’t be able to eat the sweets the both of you like so much and you wouldn’t be able to watch the cartoon, shows, movies you two want to see. So, I just saved both of your social life. You can thank me later.”
The two were still confused, a frown on their faces. "But, you didn't have to. So why?" Jackson asked again, setting an empty mug on the coffee table. Amaya was on the floor picking up some beads she had spilled, trying to listen to Emma's response.
“I’m not good at explaining things.” She groaned and then sighed. “Well, as much trouble you may do, you two are my siblings. Making trouble is. . well something the both of you do. Making is trouble is you. It’s scary not seeing you two do anything that can get you into trouble.”
The two smiled softly and stopped what they were doing. They ran over to her and tackled he in hugs. “Thank you Emma!” Amaya grinned hugging her tight.