Your Big Sister's Crazy (Smith Family)

Was he being serious right now? Because Charlie could of sworn she had just heard Jaime call her the mother figure to the little ones. It toke a second for it to register as it rang through her ears, tempted to turn around to go back and sit at the bar. Even the thought of being that responsible for someone made her stomach turn while desiring anoother shot at the same time. Jaime had to be joking right? After all he was more caring then any of the oldest children, he was the mother figure. Not to feminize him or anything, Jaime was certainly becoming a man, and probably held more strength then anyone realize. He also has healing hands and the sweetest heart, and will make some girl very happy. But those were also qualities that Charlie didn't have, well except the hidden strength of course.

"And you're being a jokster tonight." Charlie shooted back a comment, glancing over her shoulder but keeping her unsteady path towards the door. Clearly this was no shape for a mother figure, she hardly made a good protector. Maybe the second oldest, Elias, was right about Charlie not being the best care-taker for the family. These thoughts were causing a major head ace as she stumbled which ever way she felt like going. This is why sometimes she never made it home all together, she'd get so wrapped up inside her mind she wouldn't even pay attention to where she was going.

Finally the Smith household came into view, though still a long dirt road led up to the lonely place. Nothing but trees and wildness, a house after so many blocks that are usually abandon. Now adays most people live more towards the town live, except for the older ones awaiting death, and of course the Smiths. Because we're just wierd. Right now Charlie could understand why no one lives up here. Before they're even home the mixture of a weak stomach from a few punches and the alcohole settling in was extremely painful. She couldn't even help but grip her stomach for the remandor of the walk. It felt like forever but they eventually reached the front porch of their home.

((OOC: I wasn't sure where to go with it, hope this is good. But I can edit it a little if you think of a better plot))

One foot in front of the other, concentrating on her balance, Charlie was certainly beginning to regret the shots. At least now she could no longer over-think anything and everything. It was as if the alcohol was hushing the annoying voice within her head. Now the only concern was arriving home, which wasn't even what she wanted in the first place. Just the chance of one of her siblings seeing her like was something to be avoided. That was all downhill now though, Jaime had found her and there was no getting out of returning home. It was a good thing he was there though; it was a guarantee that tonight of all nights Charlie wouldn't be finding her way home. She'd be lucky to find a cozy closed-in spot to camp at.

Just in time to Jaime could tell his sister wasn't going to make it home supporting herself and did his best to help out. At least Charlie wasn't a huge girl. She did attempt to not put too much of her weight on her younger brother, but then again she was pretty drunk. "When'd you get so tall?" Charlie chuckled a little, she was almost certain only a week ago she was the second tallest in the family. Elias did have a way of towering over everyone, even his big sister that was a year older. Now she was nearly the shortest, good thing she still had the three youngsters that still had a few years before catching up.

They eventually arrived at their home, the nightly noises filling up the quiet darkness, adding more of a creepy edge to this area. It was hard for Charlie to be concerned with how many times she had walked the exact path after a long night. Things were only scary if you let them be. But Charlie was a little scared to walk into the house. There was a few lights on the bottom, and one at the top. Hopefully everyone was sound asleep upstairs, possibly accidently turning a light on. Or they could be worried in the living-room, awaiting their arrival. To Charlie's luck though no one was waiting, and the inside was just as silent as the outside.

A lot had happened in one single night, too much for Charlie to handle for sure. She was completely ready to descend upstairs, up to her room at the tippy top attic, and to crash into her bed. By the morning the fight marks could wear off, and everyone was so used to the oldest fighting they had stopped asking what happened. Well unless they caught her in the spot, or fresh out of a fight. That's why it was best to sneak into her comfortable bed after everyone was slumbering. It wasn't that easy though, because of course Jaime wants to be caring and demands his big sister to sit down. For some reason Charlie's heart jumped at the thought, she didn't want him examining all her wounds to patch her up.

"In the morning," Charlie attempted to convince, but one look at Jaime's face clearly indicated that wasn't going to happen. After everything that occurred today, Jaime being right earlier and all that, Charlie felt obligated to listen to him. She hated that, she hated listening to anyone and following their directions. Jaime isn't anyone though, and his healing power wasn’t going to allow Charlie to go to bed with cuts and bruises. It'd be easy for her to just walk away and ignore the idea, not have to suffer through that, but then again Charlie loved all her younger siblings; especially the one with the best head on his shoulders. "Fine," She surrendered her voice clearly filled with anger and disappointment.

Just as Charlie predicted it wasn't enjoyable to have Jaime clean her up. Ridding of the dry blood and making sure the bruises weren't too bad. She couldn't decide which hurt more; the sting as the alcohol disinfected everything, or the fact she felt like she let her little brother down. At least there was this look of concentration on his face as the doctor in him came out, it could have been disappointment in his big sister, but she'd like to believe her first guess. Jaime was only doing what he knew best; patching people up and making them feel better.

In a way Jaime was given the best quality of all their Father's experiments...for the exception of being too sweet. He was still the best minded one out of all the older children at least. Who knew how the babies of the family would mature, but with their older brother Jaime it had to be better than the oldest three. Sure he couldn't defend himself very well, but he was the best one to look up to and listen to.

After all the drinks Charlie had nearly forgotten about her pain...well while sitting down on account each step brought a shooting pain. Now that they were being messed with cleaned, she could feel each and every one. Certainly Charlie was tough, but that didn't prevent her from biting on her inner cheek whenever a fresh layer of alcohol was placed on a cut. "Enjoying this?" Charlie questioned jokingly, after all he was the one that suggested not being violent.

Usually when someone was given a comment of taking some damage it wasn't considered a good thing. All of a sudden for some reason pride filled into Charlie when she heard of how beat-up she was. Only a second ago she was ashamed of it, but her instincts from what her Father instilled in her was coming out. "Three of them, one of me," Charlie responded with a small proud smile.

That probably wasn't what Jaime wanted to hear though, it was about the condition Charlie was in. "I'll be fine, nothing I haven't handled before." She reassured, she had been on the opposite side of a fight before and the outcome was much worse. Not to underestimate the effects this fight held. In a way Charlie just wanted Jaime to relax and not worry about her. The guilt over everything was bad enough; she didn't want him to continue worrying.

There was this horrible pain within Charlie's stomach, the only pain that really affected her. She debated in her head if she should ask Jaime about it while he was finishing up the remanding cuts. It was only a bruise but it was horrible while attempting to walk. "This isn't that bad, right?" Charlie asked lifting up her shirt to reveal only her stomach that held a large black bruise across it. There wasn't much to do with a bruise on account it was only internal, but if anyone knew the best thing to do it would be Jaime.

Of course Jaime didn't feel good about him being right about not resulting to violence, because Charlie didn't listen and ended up getting badly hurt as the outcome. At least she did take care of the jerks that were bullying her younger brother, hopefully that is. With one girl handling three guys most likely they'll save the embarrassment of it happening again. Even if there was no pain involved Charlie thinks Jaime still wouldn't ever appreciate being correct if it followed with confrontation. The siblings could be no further alike with the fact that Jaime only desired peace where as Charlie searched for trouble.

"Right, I forgot you're the decent one of this family." Charlie commented to Jaime's denial of enjoying that he was right, if only everyone in the family could trade certain types. Extreme personalities could never make the perfect person, their Father should of known that. Now see if Charlie and her younger Brother could possibly merge into a single person that would be closer to the perfect person.

The answer to whether Charlie would want to share the large bruise on her stomach wasn't given until after she slipped the question. Now Jaime wanted to know what occurred during the fight and the last thing she wanted to do was continue to drag this thing on. "It was either punches or kicks, I don't remember." Charlie still was truthful with him, after all you don't lie to your doctor. Fights always happened so fast, and with the follow up of drinking the order of what happened, or what actually happened becomes a bit blurred. Just a light push brought pain across her entire body.

"Thanks." Charlie says accepting the icepack and gently placing it on her stomach. "You should get to bed, try and make it to school tomorrow." She advised without being forceful, she would never allow any of her younger siblings to drop out and she did, but didn't push them as their Father did. If they missed a day every now and then it wasn't a big deal.


((OOC: Sorry this one's so short, next one will be longer for sure))

Before this Charlie had never truly witnessed Jaime get angry. He was the type to have the expression of disappointment, like when he caught his older sister at the bar drunk, or sadness when the youngest of the family was sick. Maybe he just has good control, or that he was excellent at hiding it. Right now though there was anger in his poster, expression, and voice all of which were attempting to keep it together. It had to be that Jaime learned how to cover-up his anger and finding another alternative to get it out because right now Charlie could see him pulling it back together. For some reason his big sister commenting that he was the decent kid of the family really upset him.

The last thing that Charlie wanted to do was push Jaime to get more angry, sure she'd be like that to anyone else, but he didn't deserve it one bit. Yeah Charlie was a jerk, but only to the ones that needed it. Examining the bruise on her stomach distracted Jaime to returning back to his control. At least Charlie had learned about something to stay away from. Right now there was someone caring for her, and though her younger brother had always been there Charlie had forgotten for a while.

It was certainly kicks that had badly bruised Charlie's stomach, which explained the horrible aces there. There was no worse pain then seeing the same mark across Jaime's stomach, though a bit older but still as bad. That must of been why he was limping his way home from school. It was the most painful mark of them all, bruising the organs beneath it as well. There was nothing to say, as much as Charlie wanted to spill out something sarcastic to lighten up the mood. But with the expression on Jaime face, and knowing how horrible they both were and probably looked, Charlie kept quiet.

After Charlie's suggestion of heading to bed, Jaime toke it upon himself to pull out the joke. There was a better chance of her being a good mother then going back to school. It was clear by Jaime's addition of visiting a teacher that he meant actually returning to school...like go to be to classes. Charlie decided to ignore that part though. "I can walk you and the younger ones to school, and pick you up after wards." Charlie offered, pretending like that was what Jaime was talking about. "No one's going to mess with all the Smiths around." There was no getting the siblings in between Charlie and Jaime, Elias & Heather, but everyone else they'd be fine.

The idea of waking up early didn't not sound appeasing, especially if this was going to become a daily deal. "Maybe I should start teaching you to fight though." Charlie suggested, though she'd still walk with them until she felt Jaime was strong enough. Maybe she was starting to be too over-protective, but at least it wouldn't be directly towards Jaime. That would lead to teasing, instead they would be protecting the youngsters.

In Charlie's mind she was debating on the pros and cons to her younger brother Jaime learning to fight. It would nearly make the best guy in the district, and she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. On the other hand he was the nurturer of the family, and it almost felt wrong or at least weird to think of him fighting. "We'll see what we can do." Charlie offered, but her pretending he only meant escorting everyone to and from school didn't work.

When the Father, Dr.Smith, was still around Charlie was trained to go to school, he encouraged her to skip though never approved. It would get her in trouble, certainly, but that was nearly an award. The first vivid memory she had was being caught at school with the a single knife from the collection her father gave her. It nearly made her a Avox, but luckily only her first few scars came from that. So from the very beginning she avoided school, it only led to her getting banned from the house for a few days, which turned out to be a lot of fun when she figured it out.

For some reason Dr. Smith would never approve Charlie dropping out all together, he probably didn't have enough control that way...or consistent enough for his rebellious child. Skipping, rarely showing up for a class, and never even fulfilling a full day of school trained Charlie much better. But when Dr. Smith was arrested and sent away, his Daughter toke her first opportunity to drop out officially. Even besides just hating school because of all the punishments like cursing out the teachers, or fighting on the school, it was a waste of time for her.

If any of the younger siblings ever even considered dropping out of school, they would have to deal with Charlie. She would never allow that in a million years, and even attempts to keep an eye on how often they miss a class...for the exception of Heather and Elias, but they weren't going to miss too many or drop out anyways. They both had friends they met up with there, shared classes together, and all that normal stuff. Some like Jaime actually went for an educations, but everyone in the family had a reason. Well everyone but Charlie, all her friends were always older or drop outs themselves. As for an education, she never felt the need.

A sigh came from Charlie hearing a desperate please come from Jaime, if only he knew it wasn't going to happen. "Jaime, there's no point of me going to school." She tried to convince. Charlie had picked up on the basic things such as reading and writing, but that was no where to close to the education the graduating class had. Right now Charlie was eighteen, meaning she should be in that graduating class, and that was never going to happen. "I'd be a fool to go, it's useless for me now." She explained getting up from the examining stool to break off the conversation by heading to the bedroom.

"That doesn't mean any of you are allowed to drop out." Charlie felt a need to add, just so Jaime knew she was no example to follow. Certainly everyone in the family had to know that by now, but she was fine with just watching over anyone. There was only room for one rebel in the family clearly. She grabbed two aspirin and a gulp of water before making her way to the room. There was always better pills to be taken, more quickly escape the pain, but they'd be a waste on account Charlie was ready to crash.

As far as dysfunctional goes the Smith family would certainly win the award of the year for that one, especially now with Mr. Smith gone. An eighteen year old being the oldest of the family and in charge said it all, but it's truly the individuals that make up the family. Certainly every family has their different characters, that's why it's called sibling rivalry for a reason, the different personalities in this family were very extreme though. Take the polar-opposites from a school and put them into a family together, there's no way on expecting the perfect family yet Mr. Smith did. In normal households everyone held their differences but they still have strong similarities that bonds them together.

Watching her younger brother put away the first aid kit like a valuable tool before rushing off to follower her upstairs got Charlie thinking, as a lot of things often did. It was crazy to think that the same person that had created this rebel also managed to raise such a kind person like Jaime, was it even possible? If anything Dr. Smith needed credit for that, along with the other works of art he formed for Charlie to call her younger siblings. Shaking her head slightly just to pull her mind back together she had to remind herself that they all weren't just creations from Dr. Smith but actually human. At least now it was finally time to rest.

Well the rest would eventually approach because Jaime needed to add the idea of trying something new to Charlie. What was new about going to school though? She had done that for a while until Dr. Smith was finally caught....well turned in. Charlie was growing annoyed with his persistence, as well as hating herself for thinking that in the first place. Her younger brother was only attempting to help certainly, but he didn't understand how embarrassing it would be for her to even consider it. Before Charlie was still behind academically while still attending a few classes but skipping the majority, her leave of absences now would set her far back.

There was a lot of enemies that roamed the halls of school as well, ones that Charlie could easily take, unless more have formed into a group. "It could." Charlie responded, turning around slightly before reaching up to pull down the entrance to her room; a short ladder that lead to the attic, this way everyone had their own room to express their unique individuality. Just the slight pressure brought a shooting pain to the large bruise across her stomach. If there was one more guy, or if the three guys were slightly bigger and stronger Charlie never would of appeared to come out on top. There was a lot more then three strong guys awaiting for Charlie to go to school, she had no clue how Jaime was able to handle it...well besides the obvious of him not having a mean bone in his body to form a hand-full of enemies, only that he's an easy target.

"Night." Charlie finalized the conversation with, extending up to her bedroom before it could continue. It was late, and the day had been extremely long they both needed to sleep. Slumping into bed and passing out sounded perfect, but Charlie's clothing was still plastered with filth from the fight so she actually toke her last effort to change. Despite everything that happened at least Jaime reported no broken bones, only some pain and marks for a bit. As soon as the dirty clothes were piled on the floor and clean comfortable pajamas covered Charlie, she finally allowed herself to curl up into bed to hopefully not wake up for several hours.

A small creek indicated that Charlie was not all that lucky, she even knew who it was going to be before his face was visible. "Don't be." Charlie reassured slightly lifting her head and back off of the bed. "Wake me up early so I can walk you guys to school, okay?" She asked, and maybe also offered. The was the last bit of energy she had left in her though, because she could no longer even hold her head up, let alone keep her eyes open either. "Night." She managed to mumble, though she already said it once before. It was a good way to go off into sleep with.