This choice: some girls that Beckie recognizes from her school are on the bus as well • Go Back...Chapter #17some girls that Beckie recognizes from her scho... by: Unknown You tense and relax your brother's limbs,trying your best to restrain your excited giggling. You were so freaking strong now! Well, not SO freaking strong, your brother wasn't like a bodybuilder or anything, but you were so much stronger than you were this morning! You'd never realized just how weak and dainty you were, but controlling a man's body, or at least a noticeably older teenager's body, really put things into perspective. You felt like a million bucks, and you couldn't believe that your stupid brother would ever give up something so amazing! While you'd give him his body back once he asked, of course (of course!), you sincerely hoped that his girlfriend and the shenanigans you three were bound to get up to with the rapier would keep him distracted for a good long time. You were in no rush to return this body, especially since you hadn't even had the opportunity to test out its 'other' masculine features.
"Hey, is that Beckie's brother?" You heard, the words softly spoken yet penetrating through the rumble of the bus' engine and your own thoughts like a bullet.
"Uh, think so? Yeah, like I think that's his hoodie." A second voice, close to the first and probably addressing it, said.
While you were admiring the power of Terrance's arms and legs, you had been looking down. Since your hood was pulled up over your head, the girls hadn't seen your face yet, but they had recognized the clothes you were wearing.
Quickly tilting your head up just enough to peek in the direction of the voices without giving them enough time to recognize that the head beneath the hood did not belong to the body that wore the hoodie, you saw a blurry shape that sported a bright pink streak next to a blurry shape with a black smudge on top of it. While the look you got wasn't exactly thorough, matching their voices to the flashes of colors allowed you to narrow down exactly who had just spotted you.
The girl who had first spotted you and the owner of the pink streak was Sen, a half black and half Vietnamese classmate of yours. While her multiracial parentage had already given her a very unique appearance, with frizzy brown hair on top of an almond shaped head with narrow wide-set eyes and large pink lips, she had decided to further differentiate herself from the crowd by dying streaks of bubblegum pink throughout her hair (so she claimed, though many of your classmates believed they were just pink extensions). She was nice enough, and did everything in her power to befriend everyone in her grade, though she was a bit of a drama-queen who always had to be the center of attention.
The girl beside Sen, the one topped with a black smudge, was Avery. Avery would have been a pretty normal girl, had she been born in the mid-eighties and therefor been a teenager in the late nineties and early 2000's. Having been born well after that, however, Avery was the dictionary definition of an anachronism. She spoke, dressed, talked, and acted like a stereotypical skateboarder from decades past, her lax but outgoing attitude making her quite popular despite being what stuffy executives in a board room would have concluded cool kids were like 20 years ago. Her popularity among boys also wasn't hurt bu the fact that she always wore loose fitting tank-tops and ratty old t-shirts full of holes (not to mention a black beanie which you had never seen her remove in the 3 years you had known her, which was the black smudge that had allowed you to identify her), and her loose thin clothing showed off just how 'developed' she was for her age. Not that she'd ever dated anyone, she seemed too aloof to commit to anything like that.
"Hey, Terrance!" Sen called, the rustling of her polyester coat hinting at the fact that she was waving. Crap! What were you gonna do? You weren't exactly confident in your ability to mimic your older brother's voice, and even if you could it'd be pretty weird if you didn't look up to talk to them. Should you pretend you were asleep? No, you'd probably already moved too much to make that believable. "Terrance, yoo-hoo!" Sen called again. God, why did she have to be so friendly? Who the heck tried to talk to their friend's older brother that they'd barely ever met before on a bus? "Hey." She said, some of the geniality leaving her voice. Maybe you could just keep your head down. It wasn't a crime to be rude, right? Yeah, Terrance barely knew this girl. You could just explain to Sen that your brother was kind of a dick later, he wouldn't mind.
"Yo, maybe he's wearing headphones or something." Avery said in a tone so lazy you could almost hear the shrug that doubtless accompanied it.
"Hmm." Sen said, skeptically. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief, when you suddenly heard the clatter of boots on the bus' floor followed by a somewhat uneven gait drawing towards you. CRAP!
A long and well manicured nail poked you in the shoulder, the touch light yet dagger-like. "Hey, you're Beckie's brother, Terrance, right?" A sickly sweet voice cooed a little too loudly, loud enough that there was no reasonable way for you to pretend you didn't hear it.
You cleared your throat, then cleared it again, then coughed, then snorted. You had an idea. "Yeah. Sorry, can't really talk. Have a real bad cold. You probably shouldn't stand so close." You said, forcing your voice as low, hoarse, and gravelly as you could. You couldn't make a half decent impersonation of your brother, or any guy for that matter, but you could try and make your voice sound so unrecognizably distorted that it wouldn't sound like her friend Beckie.
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