Beyond Average [COMPLETED]✔️

Chapter 1-

"YOU BETTER STOP IT!!!"
"Ashy?"
I look up from my computer.
"What?"
"Why are they always fighting?" Zoey groans, even though she knows why.
It happens so often I didn't even notice. It's like I'm immune..
Our parents fight so often Zoey and I just hide in my room.
"They're going through a divorce." I sigh as my lower arm shakes.
That word...it always gets me.
"It's not fair Asher!"
I shrug. She's an eleven year old girl and I'm a seventeen year old boy, so sometimes we don't always understand things the same way.
"It's not."
"But why us?"
"Don't feel bad for us, Zo. Or at least me. Don't feel bad for me." I shake my head.
"Why would you say that?"
I ignore Zoey as I get up to exit my grey and green bedroom.
Zoey grabs my wrist.
"Asher! Tell me!"
My wrist twitches which makes Zoey loosens her grip.
"Because...because it's all my fault."
"No it's not!" Zoey objects, running her hand through her curly brown hair.
"Why would you think think that?"
I look down.
"Ash?"
"I just do..."
Boom! The door slams open
"Asher! Get dressed! We are leaving!"
"Ok.." I close the door.
"That didn't sound good.." Zoey sighs as I look at myself in the mirror. I am kind of tan because of my dad's side, and I have light brown wavy hair, greyish/olivey/brownish eyes and I am lightly freckled. Zoey is paler but has dark hair and dark eyes and no freckles.
"We're just going out to buy food or something."
"ASHER!!" Mom screams again.

Ugh...

I throw on a Nike t-shirt, Nike shorts, basketball socks, jordans and a Snap-back. I guess you can tell I like Nike. Possibly you can also tell I like basketball. But no, I am not really THAT tall. Most of the other guys on my team or a lot taller than me so I'm kind of short for a boy who plays ball haha.
But I still kill at basketball. 🤙💁🏽‍♂️
I look at Zoey.
"I'm already dressed, Honey!"
"Really? Those aren't PJs?" I smirk.
Zoey playfully slaps me.
"No, they're not."
I stick out my tongue.
I involuntary kick up my right foot a few inches after I walk out of the room.
"Let's go!"
Mom, Zoey and I leave our apartment building. We live in Philadelphia. Not too far from Drexel University.
"Where are we going?" Zoey asks.
"I don't know!"
"Are we coming back?"
Silence.
I raise an eyebrow.
"What does that mean?!" Zoey asks sounding worried.
Shoot I was looking right at her when that happened.
"Nothing!"
"Kids! Quiet!" Mom cries.
I kick up my foot again, this time with my left foot.
"I'm sorry! I'm just figuring something out!"
Surprisingly, mom brings us somewhere we have never been before. Or at least not Zoey or me.
There is a big sign which reads: Philadelphia Realtors LLC
Oh boy....
"You kids sit here."
"Zoey, you know what this means?!" I freak out. I blink a few times.
"What?"
"This is a real estate partnership place! Mom is planning on moving!"
"Moving?!" Zoey shrieks.
"We can't move!"
"Unless you want to stay with Dad!"
I let out a grunt.
"Asher! This is terrible!" Zoey cries.
"Let's not jump to conclusions yet, ok?" Zoey tries to comfort herself.
I just look at Zoey.
"I don't know.." I flip out my phone to check my fantasy teams.
Shoot, my basketball group chat is going crazy! It's almost time for try outs again, and with everything going on with the divorce there's been no time to practice!
"Asher, Zoey. Come in the room please." Mom calls to us as she enters the waiting area where we are sitting.
I roll my eyes.
"Don't give me that tone!"
"I swear that was a-"
"Ok! Ok! Just come here!"
I can tell right now. This really can't be good.