Were Not Falling In Love[Oliver Sykes][01]

It's really amzing how the senses are so easily changed by the slightest varaible. Every little atom could possibly make the largest swing.
Example- Rotation of Earth: As everyone knows(Or should know) that Earth is on a tilted axis which it spins upon fully once every Twenty four hours, well lets say we change that Five degrees of a tilt either way, Our world as we know it would lose much of it's significant gravitational pull which keeps us out of the sun's burning heart and at a safe distance. We'd lose that gravitational pull for one simple reason our world wouldn't spin on one axis, it'd bounce around like a bouncy ball and if we don't have stable north and south pole we don't have a magnetic sheild which helps with the Gravitation pull which send Earth as we know it spiralling into the sun... thoeriticly speaking.
But that simple five degree change, changed everything on the planet as we know it now. And that's how, as I see it, life works. By changing slight varaibles in the smallest way can send you're world into a burning sun or it may just balance out one of the other varaibles making life stable.
My world, I can't seem to work out the varaibles, nothing stays constante something is always shifting before I can work out what works in my world and what doesn't; and I don't have a constant varaible to work with nor do I know how to get one that will making everything, even the constantly chaning things, stable for a sutible life.
Half the time I wonder how I survive with out a king pin varaible to stablize things. It's a mystery, and probably shall for ever me one.
"Hey!" Opening my eyes I stared up into a pair of bright blue one. "Hey-ya buddy!" Her bubbly voice made me crindge softly, this would be unstable varaible one that will never go away, my sister Mary. "whatcha doin' layin' in the snow?" She asked me, face still hoovering over mine.
Signing deeply here long hair tickled my face slightly making my nose scrunch up as it tryed to avoid it.
"I don't know, It just seemed like a good idea." I stated dully with a simple shrugg of my shoulders in the thin layer of snow. "Why?" I asked a bit bitterly that she'd disturbed my thinking process on which varaible was most on stable in my world. Although that's not a hard one to figure out. My Family, all of them are the most unstable varaibles in my world and there for creating my Living, Breathing Hell.
"Because mom wants you home, We gotta start setting up for Christmas." She muttered, her blue eyes pulling away leaving me to stare at the dark grey sky that had just moments before put me in a peaceful, Zen like, state of mind.
"Why?!" I asked sitting up staring at her in disbelife at the moment. "Is she on Acid?!" I gasped dramitcly fixing my glasses as they slid down the bridge of my frozen, probably red, nose slightly.
"No but guess who's coming early!" She gasped sarcasticly, my sister may normal be a negative varaible but other negatives mostly make her positive when it come to out family.
"I don't want to know." I groaned twisting my body back around and throwing my self into the thin layer of snow.
"Well, it's grandma and grandpa. Grandma's gonna dog on you man." I stared at my sister from below my eyes brows as she danced around slightly, her light brown- almost blonde- hair swaying around her shoulder gracefully. "Pick on you." She stated annoyed. anotehr negative varaible would be that I'm not in on the hip lingo on my time. If you haven't noticed I refer everything back to Math or science and I, for the most part, talk in perfect English but on some occasions I can't help but let my normal British twang get in the way of my speach.
"Oh." I whispered softly, the soft white breath of cloud that left my lips caught my attention. "Why?" I asked once againt facing my attention on Mary.
"You're hair, the fact that you're the only one in the family that wears glasses and know Jane," Jane is my other sister, she's a negative varaible all the time, no matter the situation. "Is gonna tell her you sexuality since she caught you kissing John Derby..." My cheeks went bright red as I stared at her smirking at me. She leaned back over me, eyes level over mine. "what's it like kissing the hottest boy in school?" Shrugging my eyes closed thinking back to the moment only a few short days ago.
"Horrible really, he was drunk. It was one kiss and I could taste the liquior on him." I groaned deeply annoyed. That whole... situation, was probably what got me thinking about the varaibles of my life lately. I thought he liked me, he hit on my all the time in class... or atleast I think he was hitting on me, then he came upto me when I was sitting on my front pourch- my front pourch- reading and stat down talking with me, before I knew it we'd kissed.
"bummer." Mary groaned reminding me of the stereo-typical surfers in the movies.
"totaly Bummer." I mimcked her tone causing her to laugh as she stood up walking voer me. "Maaaarree-eee." I whinned holding my hands up to block the view of her ass in her tight jeans.
"Shut-up bubble butt!" She snapped stepping between my legs and crouching down. "Now lets go." she laughed taking holding of my ankles and standing.
"MARY!!" I screached dramticly wiggling my legs as she dragged me through the freezing snow. My hands held down my shirt and sweater as to not get snow burn or snow up my shirt at all. "Mary!!" I yelled against as we hit the sidewalk and she continued to drag me.
"CURB!!" She screamed, my head hit the pavement hard form the short two inche drop and my glasses clattered somewhere on the pavement behind me.
"Mary, my glasses!!" I gasped trying to turn over and reach for them. Much of the Grey scale colors I saw blurred in to large round circles hidding any real shapes form my view.
MAry ignored my rants and raves to go back form my glasses, and that'd I'd actually, with out a fight, let her drag me back to them then home with out a fuss.
"Were home." Standing up I stumbled up the front pourch steps, using my hands as a guild. "what happened to your glasses?" She asked simply, the confusion in her voice was not fake, nor was it hidden. The good thing about MAry was, she was easy to read.
"they fell off after the first curb." I hissed.
"Oh." the tone was sheepish and small. "Sorry, I was wearing my head phones cause I didn't wanna hear you bitch." She whispered lightly taking my elbow and leading me into the house, upstairs and to my bed.
"Micheal!!!" I cringed at the high pitched, annoyed tone of my mother. She normal didn't sound like that but, the terodactul every mother posses today was coming out, out of pure stress.
"One moment, I'll be down to help in a second!! I'm taking off my wet cloths so I don't get sick." I called down searching for my sidetable drawr. Slidding it open I reached in glabbing a glasses case, Removing the glasses form the cases was harder than it should have been, blind or not.
I slipped the aqua blue, clear frames on and let the starting headache I had slowly vanish in pure relef of vision again.
Standing I quickly changed out of my wet cloths into dry ones. A tight pair of black skinny jeans and blue shirt that matched my frames that had bright, lime green words Love and Peace written on it.
Heading down stairs in my black slippers I smiled grabbing the box out of the frail hands coming up the stairs.
"thanks." My mother breathed heading back down as I wandered into the large living room that by christmas morning my whole family- on both my mothers and my fathers side- would be resting in and almost everynight up until that day.
"Mom." I called looking around at the boxes my dad and MAry were digging through.
"yes dear?" Came back up form the basment, I looked around trying to find my other sister, Jane, was.
Blinking as I stared at Mary blancing a large box on her head while carring another, I didn't reply right away.
"Mary, are those the tree decorations?" i asked she nodded lightly, the box never shifting one way or the other. "when did you learn to balance things on your head?" I asked she shrugged lightly as My dad placed another smaller on ontop of the large one she already balance.
"Dunno, but it comes in handy." she laughed slowly crouching down to put the box in her arms down.
"What Mikey dear?" Turning I looked at my flustered mom putting sevral boxes down.
"Is Grandma really coming or did she just threaten it?" I asked she sighed deeply, meaning she was really coming.
"and she wants a nice dinner for when she gets here tomorrow night." My mom gasped covering her mouth at the thought of having to make dinner too.
"I'll get started on dinner, I'm better at cooking and you know I'll just trip over my own feet out here trying to help." My mother smiled taking my face in her hands staring at me straight i nthe eyes.
"Ya, the tinsle getts you ever year mike." Turning I glared at Mary sitting on the ground taking things out as my dad began to assemble the ten-foot or so fake christmas tree.
"shut up." I groaned. "or I will poisen your food." I stated lightly, she looked up slapping her hands on either side of her face gasping.
"No way!" her voice high pitched and annoying, but it caused everyone to laugh at our small fight.
"Thank you mikey, and while you're grandmother's here I'll try and keep her off you're case." She smiled, nodding I hugged her tightly knowing that'd be an arm full with Jane constantly trying to get me deeper into trouble with grandma.
"Jane's gonna blow that plan up." Mary and Dad muttered as I headed towards the kitchen with a nod, grabbing the apron on the hook as I went.
Taking out things I'd need I began to cook. flower clung to my face slightly from the baking and I had stains on the bright pink apron that said 'KISS THE COOK' on it.
"Mikey dear." My mother called, her voice was high pitched and the stress was oozing from her voice.
"Ya?" I called setting the timer on the oven to bake the massive amounts of chicken my grandmother would want to see upon her arrival.
The doorbell rang, and I could hear muffled voices froming the living room as I stepped into the doorway of the kitchen, the front door just to my right.
"I thought she wasn't going to be here until tomorrow." I muttered my mother groaned annoyed as she chucked the heavy fake tree trunk at my father. "Whoa." I whispered watching him stumbled back into the wall from shock of it One- being thrown at him, and Two- from the weight of it.
"Remind me to never make you mad when you're stressed." MAry muttered as I headed over to the door, ready to be yelled at by my Grandmother for not only wearing a pink apron, but for cooking her meal.
She hated when a man cooked, and hated to see me or my father in the kitchen unless we were grabbing something to drink, no snakes were allowed when grandma was around unless it was Jane snakcking then it was okay.
Hypocritical old.... hag?
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Michael-Everrett(Mikey) Danger

(Left)Oliver(Oli) Sykes
(right)Steven(Steve) Evans

Mary-Sue Danger

Janet-Carol Danger
So far I think those are all you need to know right now. ^_^