This wasn't my Mom's voice. This was a male voice.
"Jonathan?" I question. My brother probably just answered the phone. He used to do that all the time when we were kids, and someone would call.
"Um, I'm sorry, he isn't here right now can I take a message?"
"Who is this?" When some guy answers your mom's phone, you ask who it is.
"I'm Luke, Jocelyn's husband. Who is this?"
"My name is Clary. I'm Jocelyn's daughter."
"Clary, I've heard a lot about you. Anyways, I'm getting off topic, Why'd you call?"
It should feel weird telling all of this to a stranger, how my dad died, but it doesn't. I told him everything, without a second thought.
"I'll tell your mom. I'm sorry thiss happened to you, Clary, you seeem like a good kid."
"Thanks. Um, the reason I called is because, after the funeral my step-brother and I are gonna need a place to stay." Sebastian's eyes widen, and he chokes on the water he had just been drinking.
"I would love to take you both in, but this isn't my decision to make, it's your mothers."
"I understand. Anyways, I gotta go bye." I hang up before he can respond.
I hadn't even realized I had silent tears rolling down my cheeks until Seb walked over and brushed them away. He hald me to him for awhile. Tessa and Will sat on the couch talking. Sebastian announced he was going to make food for everyone, and sat me down with Will. Will draped his arm around my shoulder, and started rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
Will has always been very affectionate with me. He's always been so gentle with me, and fought off anyone who had given me trouble. Some used to say he liked me, but that didn't last long, seeing as he had started dating Tessa.
I fall asleep, listening to Will whispering comforting words in my ears.
You know how when you wake up, you forget everything, you feel nothing except a peaceful bliss? That is what I feel when I wake up. I remember nothing, but of course that only lasts a few seconds. I wish I could forget their death, drink away the memory, but that feels like I would be disrespecting their memory. I can't do that to them.
I roll over, intendind to go back to sleep, but fall. I look over and see the couch in the living room. Last night's events wash over me like a wave.
I look at the clock. It's nine a.m. . Might as well get up, I thought to myself. I get up, and walk in the kitchen. Will is standing there, shirtless, making eggs. Tessa is sitting at the table, the house phone in her hand, looking dreadful.
"What's wrong?" I ask her. Most people just ask this question to be friendly, but I genuinely care. I don't know why, but I have alaways felt a connection with other's emotions. I always want to help them in whatever way I can.
She looks over at me and gives a sad smile. "That was your mom's husband, Luke," she says, slowly, "They agreed that they would take you in." I nod in understanding. This is good news, so, Why does she seem so sad?
"Although," she continues, "They said they can't take Seb in. They already have Jonathon and Jordan to take care of."
"Who the hell is Jordan?" I ask, Luke didn't mention anyone named Jordan to me on the phone last night.
"It's Luke's son." She states matter-of-factly.
I mull over everything she just said, then something sticks out to me. Why can't Sebastian come with me. I can't lose him. He's been more of a big brother than Jon has ever been. I can't leave Sebastian, I've lost everyone, he is the only one I have left. I won't go if he cant come with me.
I am so deep in thought that I don't even notice when Sebastian walks in. I only acknowledge his presence once he comes over to me, and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Listen, I know what you're going to say. You're going to say you won't leave without me, but I think you should go. You need to start over, and get your life back on track. You can do that in New York, you can't that here in L.A. . If you won't go for yourself, then go for me. You need out of this place, there are just to many memories. Everything that you love here, it's all just going to be to painful to look at."
I think about what he said. I can hear how much it pains him to say this, but I can also tell he thinks it's for the best.
"Your right. I won't go without you. I can't go without you. You are the only person I have left." I try to make him see reason. I can read his facial expressions like a book. He feels conflicted inside, I know that. I feel as if I'm making progress with him, though it also feels as if I have lost the battle. I have to say something. I won't leave him.
"You have Jonathon. He can be the big brother you've always wanted. I know that I'm not the best big brother, and I also know that he can be better to you if he puts forth the effort."
"Sebastian, you say all these things as if it's been written in stone. I believe that you're the best big brother. You have always been they're for me. You taught me to play the guitar when I asked, you always took me to the park, and out for coffe. You were there to play the over protective brother on my first date. You, Sebastian. Not Jonathon, or anyone elese for that matter. I know that you're not perfect, but you are one of the few people that have gotten so close to perfection, that it is within your reach. You have been the best big brother anyone could ever want."
I finish with a huff, that was the best -and longest- speeches I have ever given. He looks at his feet with a small smile on his face. We both know he's lost this battle.
"Do you really mean that?" He asks, raising his head to look at me.
"I really do." I say, and I really do mean it. All of the words I said, they were just on the tip of my tongue. I have never felt so sure of anything I have ever said ever.
He picks me up, and holds me to him, I wrap my arms around him as well. This is one of the few moments in the world, where everything and everyone slows down, just so the earth can capture this moment of perfection, beauty, and even better than that, love.
All to soon it was over. He put me down, and I let my arms fall back to my side.
"We still have one small problem." He informs me.
"Oh really? What's that?" I ask, raising my eyebrows, because no matter how hard I try i'm incapable of raising only one.
"Your mom," is all he says, and I know that I'm going to have to put up one hell of a fight to make sure that Seb and I aren't separated.
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