the over the top romantic gesture. Seven on the other hand probably would have kicked me in the balls if I brought up anything besides Elvis marrying us. That is what I love about her.
“How do you plan on distracting her for two hours?” It’s a legitimate question, when Chrome is around, Star turns into a fucking magnet. She seeks him out even if it’s just for a simple kiss.
“Have you looked in the kitchen yet? I don't need to distract her, she is distracting herself.” Seven laughs, and I decide I need to investigate exactly what is going on. If for nothing else, comic amusement. I have to admit, Star has come a long way. I never cared for her, but knowing everything that I know now, I can't help but feel bad for everything she and Seven went through as children. Yeah, it sucks that my parents died when I was in high school, but I had a great childhood.
Star got the shit end of the deal on everything. If I ever fucking get my hands on that piece of shit brother of Seven's, I can tell you one thing, he would never fucking walk again. I would make sure of that. I round the corner into the kitchen and it looks like a fucking bomb went off. There is flour everywhere. Dirty pots and pans line the counters, and Star is smack dab in the middle of the kitchen chaos. Poor thing looks like she’s barely treading water.
“Need some help?” It looks like I’m going to be the one keeping her distracted instead of Seven, but it’s probably better off that way. Seven can't make toast, if it wasn't for me and an extensive list of takeout menus I’m not sure she would be eating enough to stay healthy for the baby.
“Oh god, Levi please!” Her words are a plea. I want to laugh, but I won't, because it will only throw her into even more of a spiral. I make my way to the overflowing sink full of dishes and start there. What did I just volunteer myself for?
Fucked that all up
(Paisley)
Dinner is upon us, and the entire family is seated around the giant table. River is as far away as possible. After our morning got off to a rocky start, he bolted. I still don't know where he went since he didn't say more than two words to me before he took off. I would be lying if I said my feelings weren't hurt. I didn't take him for that kind of guy, but then again, I should have come to realize that all men are fucking dogs now.
In between bites of surprisingly good ham, I try not to stare at him. This is becoming a love-hate relationship rather quickly. You would think after all the shit I have been through, I could pull off emotionally void pretty fucking well. Not when it comes to River though. I am surprised no one is asking me why it looks like someone ran my kitten through a meat grinder. Whatever game he’s playing, he’s winning.
I look up again, swinging my eyes in his direction for the millionth time when I realize instead of looking into the side of his head, our gazes lock and he gives me a sly smile. I want to get up and throw my plate on him. How fucking dare you smile at me? No matter how hard I try, I can't pull my eyes away from his though. I hate every second of it. This pull is stupid. Everything about this is fucking foolish. I should have never come back to this shithole town. Rash? Yeah. But I just can't stay here.
I tap on my glass a couple times to gain the attention of the table. Finally pulling my eyes from River, I rise from the chair and start in on my completely unplanned Christmas Eve speech. This will go down in history.
“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight, and my wonderful big sister, Star, for going above and beyond. I am so proud of you.” The table erupts in applause and congratulations for her stellar Christmas accomplishments. “You have been the best sister a girl could ask for, and I will always be grateful for that. The last month has been wonderful, and I appreciate all you have done for me, but...” I fidget with the dress I’m wearing, pulling it down and praying it
“How do you plan on distracting her for two hours?” It’s a legitimate question, when Chrome is around, Star turns into a fucking magnet. She seeks him out even if it’s just for a simple kiss.
“Have you looked in the kitchen yet? I don't need to distract her, she is distracting herself.” Seven laughs, and I decide I need to investigate exactly what is going on. If for nothing else, comic amusement. I have to admit, Star has come a long way. I never cared for her, but knowing everything that I know now, I can't help but feel bad for everything she and Seven went through as children. Yeah, it sucks that my parents died when I was in high school, but I had a great childhood.
Star got the shit end of the deal on everything. If I ever fucking get my hands on that piece of shit brother of Seven's, I can tell you one thing, he would never fucking walk again. I would make sure of that. I round the corner into the kitchen and it looks like a fucking bomb went off. There is flour everywhere. Dirty pots and pans line the counters, and Star is smack dab in the middle of the kitchen chaos. Poor thing looks like she’s barely treading water.
“Need some help?” It looks like I’m going to be the one keeping her distracted instead of Seven, but it’s probably better off that way. Seven can't make toast, if it wasn't for me and an extensive list of takeout menus I’m not sure she would be eating enough to stay healthy for the baby.
“Oh god, Levi please!” Her words are a plea. I want to laugh, but I won't, because it will only throw her into even more of a spiral. I make my way to the overflowing sink full of dishes and start there. What did I just volunteer myself for?
Fucked that all up
(Paisley)
Dinner is upon us, and the entire family is seated around the giant table. River is as far away as possible. After our morning got off to a rocky start, he bolted. I still don't know where he went since he didn't say more than two words to me before he took off. I would be lying if I said my feelings weren't hurt. I didn't take him for that kind of guy, but then again, I should have come to realize that all men are fucking dogs now.
In between bites of surprisingly good ham, I try not to stare at him. This is becoming a love-hate relationship rather quickly. You would think after all the shit I have been through, I could pull off emotionally void pretty fucking well. Not when it comes to River though. I am surprised no one is asking me why it looks like someone ran my kitten through a meat grinder. Whatever game he’s playing, he’s winning.
I look up again, swinging my eyes in his direction for the millionth time when I realize instead of looking into the side of his head, our gazes lock and he gives me a sly smile. I want to get up and throw my plate on him. How fucking dare you smile at me? No matter how hard I try, I can't pull my eyes away from his though. I hate every second of it. This pull is stupid. Everything about this is fucking foolish. I should have never come back to this shithole town. Rash? Yeah. But I just can't stay here.
I tap on my glass a couple times to gain the attention of the table. Finally pulling my eyes from River, I rise from the chair and start in on my completely unplanned Christmas Eve speech. This will go down in history.
“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight, and my wonderful big sister, Star, for going above and beyond. I am so proud of you.” The table erupts in applause and congratulations for her stellar Christmas accomplishments. “You have been the best sister a girl could ask for, and I will always be grateful for that. The last month has been wonderful, and I appreciate all you have done for me, but...” I fidget with the dress I’m wearing, pulling it down and praying it
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