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wow (flirty) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-11-22 00:24:00

Entry tags:

boo collins, gemma collins, ian collins, megan grant, november 2012, scout collins

Who: The Collins + significant others(?) + Mom + Carl
What: Thanksgiving
Where: Moore residence
When: Way too early
Rating: Meh.

The sun had managed to crack through the darkness along the horizon just as the headlights of Scout's car swept across the gravel drive of his mother's house, highlighting the stupid little statues she kept littered in her garden. He yawned, jaw creaking, as he forcefully shifted the car into park and unfolded himself from the cramped cab. He was wearing his Thanksgiving best: a crumpled gray shirt, covered by a worn navy cardigan, and a pair of faded red slacks. His hair was a mess. It was painfully obvious that he had just woken up, rolled out of bed, pulled on pants and shoes and peaced. But he wasn't trying to impress anyone. It was fucking Thanksgiving, for Christ's sake. Really, his mother ought to be pleased he'd come at all. Or so he figured.

Scout pushed open the front door with one palm. The screen snapped shut behind him. Only one other car was in the driveway and he knew what that meant. His already precarious mood soured more. Today was going to blow. Even when Boo and Gem showed up. He just knew it. That's how Thanksgiving with the Collins-Moores always was. Boo would radiate hatred toward Carl. Gem would make snarky comments throughout. Ian would sit stiffly in his seat, the usual whatever-the-fuck up his ass. And Carl and his mom would spend too much time and effort trying to make everyone get along. And Scout would have to endure all of it.

Fuck family. He should've had a shot or eight before coming.

"Mom," he called loudly as he walked into the apparently empty living room. His ran a hand through his hair and over his face, annoyed. Had he seriously gotten up at the asscrack of dawn to fucking sit around his mother's house? At least there was a touch of tequila left in the bottle under the front seat of his car. If things got desperate. Which they would. "Carl?"

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makeitpour
2012-11-22 05:53 am UTC (link)

"They're not here," came Ian's reply from the next room over. He stepped into the living room and frowned. Scout. Well, at least he wasn't late. Nope, that position would be saved by one, or both, of the twins today. Ian checked his watch. He'd been there for nearly an hour now, setting up the dining room to accommodate everyone. It hadn't taken much effort, but he didn't want his mother and step-father doing everything. He had assumed no one would show up until noon or later, despite the time he'd given them. Apparently, he'd been wrong. He still hadn't decided if he was happy about it or not. "They left early, right after I got here. Mom said something about forgetting the stuffing and asked Carl to take her to the grocery store."

He shrugged. He hadn't minded. Ian regularly woke up at the ass crack of dawn to run a business. It was no different getting up early on a holiday than any other day of the week. He knew for Scout, though, that it was an entirely different story. "You're up early."

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flirty
2012-11-22 06:03 am UTC (link)

And there it was. Scout groaned, hands over his face, as his eldest brother joined him in the front room. Why Boo and Gem couldn't show up on time, he didn't know, but fuck them for it. Normally, he would have been the one rolling in at one when mealtime was set for noon and everyone else had come around at nine or ten, but for whatever reason, today he decided he could get up and help his mother. Honestly, he'd figured he'd be alone.

But, no. Of course not. Ian was always there to ruin things. How could he have forgotten?

The youngest Collins eyed the other man, obviously irritated. So he had to be with Ian and Ian had to be chipper - as chipper as he was capable of being. What had he done to deserve his karmic revenge?

"I wanted to get a head-start on my drinking," he replied flatly, throwing himself onto the couch, his legs extending well over the arm of the poor old thing. He smiled unhappily at his brother. "Wanna do some shots?"

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makeitpour
2012-11-22 06:09 am UTC (link)

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ian had made an oath to himself, in private, to avoid alcohol on holidays ever since the Christmas him and Scout had fought. He couldn't do that to his mother again. She'd been so upset, she'd wept for weeks, it seemed. No, he wouldn't be insensitive like that again. "I'll pass, thanks," he replied, shaking his head. "I'm sure Megan will do some shots with you later, though." She was always hanging around the bar lately. Ian wasn't sure he liked it, but then again, he wasn't the type to tell her what to do.

"Does Mom know you were coming by early?" He checked his watch again. "Have you talked to Bradley or Gemma?" He often refused to call his siblings by their nicknames. No one called him Dill anymore. Why should he call them by their foolish pseudonyms? Of course, sometimes it was force of habit. But when he could help it, he avoided it.

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flirty
2012-11-22 06:40 am UTC (link)

Really, Scout wasn't intending to get drunk on Thanksgiving. He too knew the consequences of getting shit-faced at family gatherings. There really wasn't much variety. His mother would cry and/or he and Ian would argue. The older man was touchy about it too. But whatever. - His ears perked, however, at the mention that Megan would be joining them. And into doing shots. That brightened the day's prospects considerably, though Scout said nothing in response.

Instead he yawned again and rolled over on the sofa. It smelled like home. He had spent many an hour on its lumpy old cushions, watching TV after everyone else had gone to bed, smoking in the house when his mother was out. Actually, he'd lost his virginity on it too. Scout opened his eyes and craned his neck to be able to look at his brother as he checked his watch. He snorted.

"I don't call Gem or Boo before two. I don't want them to think I'm able to get up that early. They'll start asking me to do shit for them," he said, for once not making fun of the fact that Ian was too uptight to even call their siblings by what were, for all intents and purposes, their names. He was still bitter about being too much of an asshole to keep his own nickname. "And yes, she did. Whether or not she thought it would actually happen is a different story, though."

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gemmacollins
2012-11-23 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Scout was not the only one who was less than thrilled to be making an appearance this early. Although she had seriously considered A) not coming at all or B) making a very belated appearance, she had a feeling both Boo and Scout would probably give her more shit for it than she was willing to take over the holiday season when all of her students were apparently snorting hot chocolate with how they started acting when it got close to December and Christmas break.

"Damn straight we will, asshole," Gemma cut in as she managed to push the door the rest of the way open. She held a clearly store bought pumpkin pie in her hands that moved past them to set in the kitchen before returning empty-handed. "Word's out. You're ruined now." She smirked over at him, before turning to face Ian with a tight-lipped smile. "Don't look so happy to see us, Ian. Really, you'll give us an ego."

...Why was she here again?

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flirty
2012-11-26 03:14 am UTC (link)

A different voice came from somewhere behind the sofa. And a smile spread across Scout's face as he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. He watched his sister walk through the room, a box in her hands, then returned. He cocked an eyebrow.

"If you tell Boo, I'll kill you," was all he said before dropping back down onto the cushions and crossing his arms behind his head. He laughed as Gem spoke to Ian and shook his head. He looked over at his eldest brother with a smug expression. "He's just upset because now he can't look like Son of the Year, and that is really all he has going for him."

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iamtheoddone
2012-11-26 05:02 am UTC (link)

"Kill who?" Boo had walked through the door moments after Gem, but had apparently managed to miss enough of the conversation to be lost, but murder wasn't a strange topic in the Collins house, so he hardly even blinked.

He had also arrived with food in hand, but unlike his less culinarily talented twin, he had actually prepared his dish. The night before. In a slow cooker. Don't judge. He quickly ducked into the kitchen after Gemma walked out of it to plug the crock-pot full of homemade baked beans back in to simmer until dinner was served and slipped back out just as quickly.

"I thought I had son of the year? I mean, clearly." He rolled his eyes. Enough said.

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makeitpour
2012-11-26 05:14 am UTC (link)

Well. Apparently, this Thanksgiving was the one that all the Collins children stepped up to the plate. Never in a million years would Ian have put money on something like this. Here he was, early like usual, watching as sibling after sibling walked through the door and... helped? What in the world was happening? It was madness, and he was glad his parents weren't here to see it, or he'd probably get sick from all the praise. It would be just like his mother to make them feel special about showing up for once in their lives, when he'd been doing it for years. Just like her.

As it were, she wasn't there. He had no idea when she'd be back. So, all was not lost. He did, however, have to endure their stupid quips back and forth much earlier than he'd anticipated. And unfortunately, longer. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and, too, rolled his eyes.

"Gem. Boo. Nice to see you both. Happy Thanksgiving." He had a better rapport with them, for whatever reason. Ian figured it was the smaller age gap. He wasn't about to go buy 'best friend forever' necklaces or anything, but they were more cordial than he and Scout.

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gemmacollins
2012-11-27 03:16 am UTC (link)

"Apparently, sunshine over here is actually up at a decent hour. We can start calling him at the ass crack of dawn now," she tossed in Boo's direction. "You should start calling him for yoga classes." A smug smile was sent in Scout's direction. He should've known better than to tell her not to do something, really.

"I dunno. He might be right. He actually cooked something. What's that about?"

She turned her attention to Scout. "Did you bring something to drink? Being in this house makes me want one."

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flirty
2012-11-27 03:59 am UTC (link)

Scout laughed, both at Boo and Ian. Boo because he'd said something amusing. Ian because he'd said something bitter. Well, no, he'd sounded sincere, but the youngest Collins boy had heard the tongue-click.

"Boo. Nice to see you. Happy Thanksgiving," mimicked Scout, doing a pretty good imitation of their too-uptight brother. He smiled lazily at his older brother (the one he liked). Then, he tipped his head back to look at Gem and her smug smile. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "If Boo ever takes you up on that 'advice,' I'll come 'round every morning at four to get you up to come with."

The man settled back on the sofa, not bothering to make room for anyone. He crossed his arms behind his head and offered his sister a smirk as smug as her own.

"What a silly thing to ask."

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iamtheoddone
2012-12-01 06:08 am UTC (link)

He gave Ian a nod in response. Today was going to be a really long day. "Oh come on, you see us at least once a week." When they popped in to drink, obviously, which wasn't really a fair family gathering. It was his way of saying 'nice to see you too', without looking like he meant it.

"Yeah okay." Boo snorted at Scout and his impression. Despite the fact that he didn't necessarily dislike his older brother, per se, it was still pretty funny. Making fun of your siblings is fun, after all. Anyway, he had always been more angry at Carl than anyone else, though the man really didn't do anything to deserve that anger either, "What are we calling decent? Eight is early. Nine is decent." Boo never taught a class before 10 am if he could help it. Waking up early was for people with desk jobs. You know, like Gemma.

"Am I the only one who cooked anything?" What were they, five? Seriously, everyone had moved out and never learned how to use a kitchen or something. It was baffling. Family has a funny way of making one feel like the odd person out.

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