Summary:

When Mr and Mrs Curtis died they didn't leave behind 3 kids. What if they left behind 5? Everyone is normal ages, with the addition of 2 little sisters. Isabella is 4 and Scarlet is 1. Rated T for language.

Disclaimer:

I alone only own Scarlet and Isabella and other random characters that my mind has formed.

Authors Note:

A huge thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers who have stuck by me through my lack of updating. If I didn't answer your review in my last chapter that would be because they came after it was written. So they should all be answered here!

EmMarie96 – I'm really glad you're enjoying this! I've tried really hard to make the characters of Issy and Scarlet likeable and I love how you already like them so much. It's also good to know that I'm not the only one who gets such a small amount of reviews compared to views: p. here's another chapter for you!

Peace – Glad you like it so much! Here's another chapter for you too! Enjoy!

Silvermoon10123 – Really sorry to see that you were disappointed with the lack of update. I am sooo sorry! But here's a double update to make up for it!

Guest – Really disappointed that you thought it was cheesy. You only read the first chapter which wasn't entirely mine as I said in the disclaimer had you actually read it. I'm not so much upset that you called it cheesy, but rather that it was 1) without any justification or reasoning behind it whatsoever and 2) that you were too much of a coward to use your actual name. If you have an issue with a story, say what it is so that the author can actually do something about it.

Now, on with the story!

Chapter 5

Darry POV

Planning my parent's funerals and organising the custody arrangements were definitely the hardest things I had ever had to do. I felt kinda guilty for dragging Soda into this. No 16 year old should have to go through this. Then again, what 18 year old should either? It wasn't just emotionally draining, but physically draining as well. I was almost asleep at the wheel and Soda was conked out next to me. We were about five minutes away from home when I wondered how Pony was doing and if he and the girls were okay. Looking after those two was no easy task, but it was just plain difficult when you were in the middle of something important. In this case, Mum and Dad's obituaries. Hopefully, he did better than we did.

"Soda. C'mon lil' buddy. We're home now"

We had just arrived home and I was trying to wake up Soda.

"Mhhmm. Dar?" He blinked sleepily.

"Yeah lil' bro. We're home now. Time to go inside."

"Oh. Okay." He stumbled out of the car and went inside. I got out of the truck and followed, locking the truck's doors behind me.

The first thing I noticed when I walked inside was the quiet. Our house is never ever EVER quiet. Even when it's just us kids, Issy and Soda are always making a ton of noise. Looking around, I saw that Soda had pretty much just collapsed on the sofa and that Bella was fast asleep on the floor. Noticing the time, that made sense, seeing as it was her usual nap time anyway. I was actually secretly glad that she was asleep. It meant that she'd be a whole lot more co-operative tonight and tomorrow. And with the funerals being tomorrow, that was a big plus for me.

With those two accounted for, I headed down the hall to the bedrooms. If Issy was asleep, that meant that Scarlet should be too. I peeked into the girl's room but it was obvious to me that Scar wasn't in there. Both beds were made, the blinds were wide open, the window closed and the door was open too. I then continued down the hall to the boy's bedroom. Their door was shit so I opened it as quietly as I could and couldn't help but smile at what I saw. There was Pony curled up in his desk chair with Scarlet in his lap. Both were fast asleep. I crept over to his desk to see what he'd done. I didn't think he'd finish it but he did. And as I read it I couldn't stop the tear that escaped from my eye. He's summed up their life and their personalities perfectly. I put it down and grabbed the blanket from Pony and Soda's bed, throwing it over the two of them. I really really did not want any of them to get sick and with winter fast approaching extra precautions had to be made.

As I walked out of the bedroom and softly closed the door behind me, it occurred to me I would have to figure out what everyone was going to wear tomorrow. I knew my suit from Graduation would still fit me. Soda got a new suit last year for his semi so fingers crossed that that still fit him. 'Cause I knew I wouldn't be able to afford to get anyone new clothes or shoes or anything. Now Pony was definitely going to be the tricky one for this. I just hoped together he and I and maybe Soda would be able to work something out. And the girls would be easy to dress. Ever since I can remember, Mum had always taken us out to church every Sunday morning. So they had plenty of dresses and shoes and headbands that would be suitable.

I decided I would start with the easy ones: Scarlet and Isabella. I walked into their bedroom and over to Scars side of the closet. One of Mum's friends had gotten married last month and both Scar and Issy had been flower girls in the wedding. I knew for a fact that Issy's dress from that wedding but I knew Scar's did. The wedding was outside in the cold so I knew for sure she'd be warm as well.

Me and Soda had decided earlier today that we didn't want their funeral to be dark and depressing like the cliché. We wanted guests to wear white and colours, not black and brown and grey. We felt that black and brown wouldn't represent the people our parents were. And that they wouldn't want to be remembered that way.

After about five to ten minutes of frantic searching I finally found the dress I was looking for. The dresses top half was red and white stripe with long sleeve and a big grey bow. The skirt was the same colour as the bow and frilled out from the waist. I took it off its hanger and went over to the dresser. I opened Scar's drawer and got out a pair of black tights, black shiny mary janes and her little black velour cap with the little red bow on the side. I then took them all over to the little shelf under her change table. Now for Bella.

Isabella was going to be harder. Although she was still small, she had had a recent growth spurt so Mrs Mathews had sent over a whole lot of 'pre-loved' clothes (as Mum had called them) for Isabella to wear. So I had absolutely no idea what was in her of the closet. No time like the present I suppose.

After looking through all of these clothes I'd never seen before, I found an orange coloured Aztec print dress that looked like it would go to just below her knees. I took it off of its hanger and went over to the dresser. Placing the dress on the top of the dresser, I opened her drawer. After going through it for a bit I chose a peppermint coloured bolero cardigan, that was just enough to keep her warm. I then got out an orange coloured headband that had a three-flower cluster on the right hand side. I put that aside with the dress and cardi, along with a pair of silver brogue shoes with a little bow on the top.

Satisfied with my accomplishments, I then proceeded to Soda and Pony's room, being careful not to disturb the two sleeping kids. Frowning at them, I figured that the desk chair couldn't be too comfortable. Thanking the dear Lord above for my football training, I lifted Pony who was holding Scar onto their bed and covered them both with the blanket. I then picked up Scar's dummy from the desk and clipped it onto her top, placing the soother in her mouth. I smiled to myself as Pone just rolled over and pulled Scar closer to him, like a child would a teddy bear. Scarlet merely just continued sleeping and sucking her dummy.

With those two dealt with, I went over to the boy's wardrobe. I opened it and immediately spotted Soda's suit, complete with pants, top, tie and jacket; hanging on a hanger at the back. I grabbed the hanger and hung it on the door. I then got on the floor and searched through the massive pile of shoes to find his black canvas. I finally the pair and placed them behind the door.

Pony was next. I figured he could get away with wearing his black skinny jeans that were worn for church and church only. I went over to their dresser, opened his drawer and found them at the back. I took them out and placed them on the dresser. I then opened Soda's drawer and found a white dress shirt that no longer fit Soda but would be fine for Pony. I then got Soda's old suit jacket that also no longer fit him out of the closet and put it on the dresser. Finally, I found his black chucks and put them with Soda's.

Now for my turn. I went into my bedroom and got out my suit and hung it on my doorknob. I then got my dress shoes and put them behind the door. Finally, I was done. I lay back on my bed, taking in the wonderful peace and quiet. Which lasted for about 5 seconds, when I heard a crash that seemed to come from the living room. Just as I was getting up I heard a combination of a bump, yell and curse from Soda who must've been woken up. When I reached the living room, I saw Soda awake and on the floor. I figured that he must've been so startled from the crash that he fell of the couch (that'd be the bump I heard) and he must've yelled a curse as he did so. I soon figured that the cause was that Issy had accidentally bumped the keys bowl off the table when she got up. Two clues gave this away. One being that the bowl was on the floor upside down with the keys sprawled around it. The second was that she was standing there, looking at me with huge tear-filled eyes.

"Oh Bella baby, what happened" I cooed. Mum had always told me from the day Soda was born to be gentle with my siblings.

"I-I wokes up a-and I w-wanted to watch Mickey but I f-forgot I fell asleep under the table a-and w-when I-I gots up I bumped the table!" She cried and latched onto me, burying her head in my shirt.

Soda turned the TV onto Mickey, picked up the bowl and put the keys into it and then crawled over to rub Bella's back. After a few minutes she had stopped crying and was watching Mickey. Soda had disappeared so I decided to go sit on the couch with Bella in my lap.

The last thing I remembered was getting lost in the land of Mickey Mouse and friends with my still-sniffling four year old sister cuddled in my lap.

Author's Note:

Wow! That was a long one. Not completely happy with it but I don't think it was terrible or anything. Please review!