"She's your sister?" Gilbert yelled from his place on the couch between Berwald (who I had Yong-Soo dress in normal, average clothing) and Mattias, sporting some bruises and a bloody nose.
Dad, Papa, and Feli had joined us not too long ago once I sent word of Choice arriving. Speaking of which, the woman herself was sitting next to Mattias and Yong-Soo, who had taken up the armrest so he could secretly ogle at her when Dad wasn't looking. Dad and Papa took the love seat and I sat by their legs with Feli on my lap, playing pinball on my laptop. Ivan sat in a chair he pulled in from the dining room, Milashka resting on his lap and Annie off somewhere else in the house.
"You'd be able to tell if-"
"I wasn't short and overweight, right?" I asked, getting a few glances from my units and my fathers.
" . . . I was going to say if I had boobs as big as yours but you seem to be hiding them with that atrocious orange hoodie of yours," Choice remarked, leaning over and tugging at one of the strings on my hoodie.
I lightly slapped her hand away, blushing a little. "Shut up."
"Now that I think about it, you are always wearing that thing," Yong-Soo said, tapping his chin. "Now why is that, da-ze?"
"So how has your job been, Choice?" Papa interrupted, much to the dismay of the units.
"Working in Vegas has been great, especially when it gets warm, then I get to work on the poolside," Choice said with a gentle smile, referring to her job at the Monte Carlo hotel. "I really do miss you guys though."
"You could just come and visit us any time," Dad said with a slight smile. "Less than a days drive, it wouldn't take long and you could stay for the weekends."
"I know, I've just been so caught up with my friends and work, I hardly get a chance to think about it," Choice said.
I scoffed. "Sure, I bet you were so busy in Scotland last month that it didn't occur for you to tell us instead of letting us find out through your blog."
Choice blushed from embarrassment.
It was true. She never told us where she was going and for how long. Deliverance just decided to check up on her blog one day and found her gushing about the "gorgeous looking" weather in Scotland and the cool pictures she took. Needless to say, we were a bit disappointed she never told us she was going to Scotland.
"Independence, why don't you go and get us something to drink?" Dad said, giving with the dreaded look he only gives me when I'm being a little shit.
Just because I'm his daughter doesn't mean he'll take the crap I'll throw. He knows when there is a right and a wrong and will tell his children if we are in the wrong. But in recent years, it seems like every little thing I do to Choice is a dead wrong.
"Yeah, yeah, what do you guys want?" I sighed, handing Feli and my laptop over to Yong-Soo as I stood up.
"Beer please!" Mattias said with a grin.
"Make that two beers," Gilbert mumbled, still sore about my sister beating him up.
"Water for me, Podruga," Ivan said with a smile.
"Same," Berwald said curtly.
"Water for us too," Yong-Soo muttered, helping Feli play pinball when the small boy needed it.
"I could go for a water too," Choice said with a weak smile.
"Just bring a pitcher of water, dear," Papa suggested.
I stalked out of the room before they would start demanding finger sandwiches and straight into the kitchen. After awhile of digging through the cupboards, I found our old pitcher, a serving tray, and several glass cups. I opened up the freezer door and starting grabbing ice and carelessly tossing it into the pitcher. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
Okay, Indie, that was really immature of you back there. For God's sake, she's your sister. It's been years since that stupid incident, so try and at least be civil with her. For Dad and Papa's sake. I'm not sure how much more they (Dad) can take of my behavior.
Putting a small smile on my face, I filled the pitcher with cold water then set it on the counter. I quickly grabbed two beers for the Dane and Prussian, set them on the tray with the other cups and pitcher, then carried it out to my family and units.
Make small talk, be civil, and try not to be rude. Don't mess this up or Dad might punish you-me-whatever for this, regardless of being his baby girl.
. . .
I always seem to jinx myself at the worst possible times.
It just so happened I didn't see Annie had returned to the living room and laid down right in the middle of the floor. Apparently no one else saw my beloved German Shepherd either. My feet connected with her body and I went tumbling to the floor, the tray and it's contents sailing through the air. A shrill scream told me that it had, in fact, landed on Choice.
"Ow," I moaned, sitting up a little and placing a hand over my chest.
Berwald, being the closest to me, kneeled down from his couch and helped me sit up straighter."Indie, are you okay-"
"Independence!"Dad exclaimed, jumping up from his place on the couch and running to Choice's aid. "I have put up with your attitude this long only because your sister asked me to but this has gone too far!"
. . .
Screw being civil and just go with logic.
"Are you kidding me? Did you not see I tripped? As in, it was an accident!" I argued despite the fear I felt inside from Dad yelling at me, jumping to my feet with Berwald sticking to my arm like glue.
"I don't want to hear your excuses right now, Independence. Apologize to your sister then go up to your room," Dad said, his blue eyes revealing just how angry he was. After All, the eyes are the windows to the soul.
"Honey, please, calm down," Papa pleaded, standing next to his husband.
"Dad, please, wait, I deserve it-" Choice tried to protest, but she was cut off.
"No, Choice. What your sister did was wrong. You need to stop siding with her all the time and open your eyes to things like this," Dad said gruffly, staring at me.
"But Mr. Neils, it was an accident," Gilbert said, only to receive an icy glare from him.
"Independence. Apologize." Dad demanded.
"Sorry," I grumbled, looking away from my perfect sister.
"Louder," he growled.
"I already said, why do I have to-"
"INDEPENDENCE AMELIA NEILS, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR SISTER!" Dad roared, making everyone jump where they sat/stood. "After all the shit and guilt you've put her through these past five years, she at least deserves an apology from your piss poor attitude!"
Feli burst into tears at my father's sudden outburst. To be honest, I felt like crying with him. Never has Dad yelled at me like this before and it was completely terrifying. Even Papa and Ivan looked shaken by Dad's screaming.
"I'M SORRY, OKAY!" I screeched, my voice cracking as I ripped my arm away from Berwald. "I'm sorry for treating you like shit, Choice, I'm sorry for all the fucked up things I did to you. I'm sorry for putting so much of a burden of Dad's and Papa's shoulders. I'm sorry I continuously fuck things up one way or another. I'm sorry I'm not the golden child, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry! Is that enough of an apology, Dad!"
Well it seems like Russia was right when he said I was going to lose it. While it felt good to get that off my chest, I didn't appreciate the shocked stares I was receiving from units and humans alike. Huffing still from my rant, I turned on my heel and walked out the front door with plans of heading to Snow's house to calm down and to let them all come out of their shocked states. Feli hopped down from his place on Yong-Soo's lap and ran after me, tears in his golden eyes. Ivan followed in pursuit, setting Milashka on the floor before running out the door.
"Dad, you're such an idiot," Choice sighed, running a hand through her soaked blonde hair. "You know how Indie feels whenever you yell at her."
". . . She needed to apologize but . . ." Theo mumbled, surprised by his youngest daughter's words.
"It was an accident, you ass!" John hissed, glaring at the blonde man.
"But . . ." Theo tried to speak up but his voice box failed him.
"She tripped over the dog," Berwald said, giving Indie's dad an icy stare that sent shivers down his spine.
"I sincerely doubt Indie would be so mean to her sister as to throw a tray of water and beer at her, da-ze," Yong-Soo said, closing Indie's laptop and setting it on the coffee table.
"Actually . . ." Choice said before trailing off with a nervous giggle.
"You can't be serious. Indie would never do something like that," Mattias said defensively.
"Obviously you don't know our daughter too well," John said and collapsed on the loveseat, feeling a headache coming on. "God, I could really use some whiskey or something right about now."
"Mind filling us in on what we don't know about our freund?" Gilbert asked, leaning back into the couch.
"Well, it started about five years ago," Choice began, pushing her biological father onto the couch next to his husband. "I did something bad and Indie and Dee haven't exactly forgiven me for it yet. I've tried begging for forgiveness but it just serves to annoy them. So in order to get me to stop, they may have pulled a prank or two."
"It's kind of the reason Mr. Jerkolla here is so protective of Choice," John said, jerking his thumb towards Theo.
"But screaming at Indie was kind of extreme," Yong-Soo said, getting nods from the two Nordics and the Prussian.
"That was your first time seeing the Neils temper pushed to the brink, wasn't it?" Choice asked, connecting the dots.
They nodded.
"It truly is a terrifying sight to behold, but none more so than Dee's," Choice said, thinking about her only brother. "Speaking of which, you think we should tell him Indie probably won't be coming back tonight?"
"Yes, you're right. Gilbert, could you be a dear and call him?" John asked, looking at Theo, who was still in a state of shock. "I'm afraid I'm a bit tied up at the moment."
"No problem," Gilbert said and left the room to make the call.
"Oh yeah, sorry about beating you up, Gilbert," Choice apologized, bowing her head slightly.
She turned to her parents. "I'm going to dry off. Do your best to get Dad out of this . . . catatonic state, please."
"I think I'll go and check on Indie," Mattias said, standing up from the couch and cracking his back. "It's my big brotherly duty anyway. Anyone else want to come?"
"Jag kommer," Berwald said.
"Me too, da-ze!" Yong-Soo said, returning to his original happy self.
"Wait for the awesome me!" Gilbert yelled from the other room. "I want to go out and buy more beers anyway."
"Slow down, Podruga!" Ivan called from behind me.
"Mama!" Feli yelled.
Sighing, I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and waited for them to catch up. The moment Feli was within ten feet of me, he got a burst of speed and flung himself into my arms, still crying from what happened. Ivan came up next, looking worried and not winded in the slightest.
"Are you okay, Indie?" Ivan asked, worried for his friend.
"I'm fine, really. I just . . . needed to get that off my chest," I said softly, feeling almost serene now that the battle of debt, sister's coming, and destructive units had calmed down greatly inside me.
"Please don't do that again, Mama," Feli pleaded, burying his face in my shoulder. "I was so scared."
My eyes softened towards the little Italian boy. Instead of saying words to comfort him, I just stroked his hair and continued on my way towards Snow's house. Ivan followed right beside me, in sync with my footsteps, and never asking any questions or saying a word in general. It was nice, our little bit of peace. I wonder how long it will last before someone ruins it.
But surprisingly enough, we made it to Snow's without any disruption. I thought maybe once or twice if I looked over my shoulder I would see Papa or someone running to catch up to us, apologize profusely for Dad's behavior, and try to take me back home. Fortunately, I was wrong and never saw anyone behind us.
I knocked on the door to Snow's house and waited, shifting Feli in my arms to get a better hold on him. Moments later, the door opened and Snow stood there wearing a tanktop and short shorts, her black hair a complete mess.
"What's up?" Snow asked, leaning against the door frame, occasionally glancing nervously in Ivan's direction.
"Mind if we crash?" I asked.
"Not at all," Snow said and moved away so we could walk inside.
Before she could slam her door shut behind us, a hand stuck itself in the way. Whoever was dumb enough to do that had their fingers crushed by Snow's front door. They let out a girly scream followed by hushed giggles. Snow, wondering who was trying to get into her humble abode, opened the door again and saw Mattias curled up on the ground, clutching his injured hand. Behind him Berwald was smiling a little at the sight, Gilbert and Yong-Soo were uncontrollabley giggling, some alcohol in their from their party earlier.
"Are these boys yours too, Indie?" Snow asked.
"Uh, yeah . . ." I mumbled.
Why did they follow me?
Snow reluctantly let them inside, mumbling to herself about stupid units. Hey, she doesn't live with them so she shouldn't be complaining. Unless they break something. Then she can gladly chew them out and rant to her heart's content.
Gilbert ended up helping Mattias inside, still sniggering under his breath. Berwald hung around closer to me and Yong-Soo stuck around Snow, a mischievous gleam in his brown eyes.
"Follow me. Might as well act like a host and get ice," Snow said, eyeing Mattias's hand.
He followed Snow into her kitchen, relieving Gilbert of his duty.
"Are you doing okay, Indie?" Berwald mumbled.
Oh, that's why they came.
"I'm fine, but how's my family holding up? Is Dad spitting fire still? Are he and Papa fighting with each?" I asked, physically waving off Berwald's question.
"Not at all, mein freund," Gilbert said, grinning in my direction. "In fact, it seems like your father has gone into a coma. Your sister seemed pretty calm about the whole thing, even when she half-assed explained to us why you and Dee don't like her so much."
"She told you what happened?" I asked, eyes widening.
My family had this unspoken agreement that on Deliverance's and my behalf, we would never speak of what happened. We can something happened to break our once strong bond, but never go into further detail. It was hard trying to get this drilled through Choice's and our parents head the first couple of months and every time it was brought up, Deliverance and I would get tremendously . . . uncomfortable, for lack of better words. But knowing that Choice had told them made me feel . . . surprisingly not angry or anything like that. Maybe I really was ready to move on from this bitter dislikeness of my sister. Believe me when I say that this is a huge step for me.
"Not in detail. Just that she did something bad," Yong-Soo said with a shrug.
I sat on Snow's couch, chewing my lip and hugging Feli closer to me. The others followed my lead, staring at their surroundings all the while.
Should I tell them what happened? They were living with us, so it would seem unfair if they didn't know. But what about Deliverance? Would he be okay with me telling them?
"Just tell them what happened, Indie," Snow said, reappearing from the kitchen with Mattias, who had a small bag of ice on his injured fingers.
"But-"
"It's about time you and Dee let go of this anger. You're just going to end up pushing her away and Choice is too nice to be treated so badly," Snow said, plopping down on her plush chair. "Plus, these guys deserve to know why you treat her so badly."
Huffing, I glanced at the units and although they tried to hide it, they were so very curious as to why Dee and I don't like Choice.
"Fine. But I'm sicking Deliverance on your ass if he finds out," I sighed.
"Five years ago, if you found the Neils siblings, you would see we were practically inseparable. Even with the nine year age difference between me and Choice, we were very close sisters. Anyway, five years ago, I was only fourteen, Deliverance was seventeen, and our dear sister was twenty-three. She lived in an apartment not too far away and worked diligently at this popular restaurant. Choice would drop by every now and then to check up on us and see how Dee and I were doing in school. Now, the thing about my sister is, is she used to be the mary-sue during her high school years. She excelled in every class she took, joined more clubs and crews than I can count, and had no less than an A by the end of each quarter. She had this idea that Dee and I would be just like her, but soon found out, to their disappointment, we weren't.
"I liked baking, taking all the cooking classes I could possibly do, and was just an average student. Dee liked acting and singing but never auditioned for any of the school plays or musicals or choirs. We just liked being normal students and the superhuman Choice was during high school. But Choice was always encouraging us to do so much more. At first, we did, just for her sake. But within the first month, I gave up and resumed my normal schedule. Dee didn't. He tried his hardest to appease the golden child. But he was self-destructing.
"Dee did his best to go out with a bang his Senior year. He joined almost every club the school had to offer, he stayed up until the break of dawn studying for all of his classes, and basically bit off more than he could chew. But he dealt with it all just to make Choice happy when I couldn't," I paused, biting my lip.
Should I continue?
"Take as much time as you need, Indie," Mattias said softly, patting my head from where he stood behind the couch.
I took in a deep breath and sighed.
"Because Dee was spending all his time with school, he had very few friends a few months into the year. In fact, a lot of his "friends" started to hate him because he couldn't find the time to hang out. Needless to say, he got very, very lonely. We just never knew how lonely until Spring Break rolled along."
I danced around the house, my headphones on and blasting an english cover of a Vocaloid song. Not only was I tone deaf, but I had two left feet when it came to dancing. It didn't stop me from giving into the catchy beat when Dad or Papa wasn't home or when Dee was locked up in his room. Speaking of which, it was getting to be dinner time. I should probably ask the dork what he wants to eat.
Pulling the headphones down to my neck, I walked down the hall to Deliverance's room. I knocked on it a few times and waited. For a minute. Then I knocked a little louder this time, huffing in annoyance.
"Dee, open up! Or else you don't get a say in what we have for dinner!" I said loudly, tapping my foot impatiently.
The idiot still wasn't opening his door.
I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.
"Dee! Don't be such a-ah? Hello?"
No one was in his room. In fact, his room looked spotless. His room is never this clean. Well, not so much clean rather than . . . empty looking, I guess you could say. The clothes that had compiled at the foot of his bed was gone, his favorite posters were gone, his gallon bag overflowing with tips from his job was gone, and his only other pair of sneakers were gone.
I took a hesitant step further into the room and saw the science project he was working on was on the ground in ruins underneath his open window. A note with the words "Read Me" scrawled on it was folded neatly next to the remains of his ticket to getting an A+. I picked up the note and with a shaky hand, opened it.
Dear Family,
I'm okay. I'll come back to visit on Indie's birthday.
Sincerely,
Deliverance Neils
Well, that was . . . extremely short.
I smacked myself across the face for thinking something idiotic like that. I raced out of the house in nothing more than knee-high socks, short denim shorts, and a tank top.
My brother, an annoying boy, ran away from home and left a crappy excuse of a note explaining why or where he was going. Actually, there was no explanation at all! Though it should be obvious. He was stressed out and wasn't thinking clearly. In recent times, he spoke more and more of the possibility of where he would like to go in the world (well, when he had the time to talk to me anyway). If he had all the money he needed, he would go to Canada then make his way over to the UK to meet with our relatives. But not without making a pit stop.
People driving by stared at me as I tore down the street, making a sharp turn towards the main part of town. It wasn't everyday you see a long, pale haired chubby girl sprinting down the street. But this chubby girl had somewhere very important to be.
It wasn't long until the cemetery came into view. But because I'm so unphysically fit, I was hacking up a lung and felt like I was going to throw up when I saw it. Instead of walking the rest of the way, I continued sprinting despite my muscles begging for me to stop. I couldn't stop. My brother may have already left or he's about to and I just didn't want to take that chance.
The cemetery was quiet as usual and some headstones had decorations or flowers on their graves. Very few people were milling about, making it easier for me to look for Deliverance. I ran alongside the road in the cemetery, taking a short break to puke in a trashcan that had little to no garbage in it.
"Oh god," I moaned, rubbing my upset stomach. "I need to get in shape."
I looked up from the smelly trashcan and nearly jumped for glee when I saw Deliverance's back to me, sitting a ways away with his stuffed backpack next to him. Then I remembered I was in a graveyard and held in the excitement.
I stumbled over my sock-clad feet as I made my way over to Deliverance.
". . . so proud of them, Mama," I heard Deliverance hiccup, furiously wiping away tears that ran down his face. "Choice and Indie grew up to be fantastic women, just like you. God, if only you could see them now."
Deliverance gasped when I suddenly collapsed next to him, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat.
"Don't . . . you dare . . . leave me behind," I mumbled, glaring at the blonde boy I called brother.
"What the hell are you doing here, Indie? And why are you breathing so heavily?" Deliverance demanded, helping me sit up next to him.
"You know . . . I've always wanted to get out of the US . . ." I said with a smirk, trying to control my breathing by inhaling and exhaling through my nose. "You're not going to leave me behind with Dad and Papa and Choice."
Deliverance wrinkled his nose, most likely smelling my puke breath.
"So you ran all the way down here?"
"Bingo, baby."
"Just go home, Indie. I promise to visit-"
"No, you dolt! I'm not going home just because you told me! I ran all the way here, worried I wouldn't find my big brother! I am covered in sweat, I just threw up in that trash can." I pointed to said trash can. "And if you think I'll say "Okay, see you in August, Dee" then you, sir, can go screw yourself with a rusty spork!"
"I can't go back home as a failure, Independence!" Deliverance yelled back, getting in my face. "I can't handle all of this anymore! I need to get away from the stress, from the expectations you put on me! I'm just one guy, but you all expect me to be like Choice, but I'm not!"
I sat in stunned silence for a moment before sighing. So he feels that way too?
"You're a dumbass if you think we're going to suddenly turn on you just because you have too much work on your plate. We don't expect you to be like Choice, except for Choice," I said sternly, looking into pools of blue that were beginning to overflow once more. "We want what's best for you, even Choice. She just shows it in a more . . . stressful way. So stop this idiotic shit you're pulling, come back home, and we'll act like this never happened. Okay?"
"I . . . We . . . Lets just stay a little while longer," Deliverance mumbled, looking back at our mother's headstone.
Kylee Belle Neils
March 12, 1970 - November 30, 1995
Beloved Daughter, Wife, and Mother
We sat there quietly for another five minutes. Everyone tells me that Mama was an amazing woman, she was the greatest, but not specifically what she did that made her so amazing. I wish I could know her, better yet, remember her face. Alas, that is just wishful thinking.
Deliverance suddenly grabbed his bag and helped me stand up.
"Bye Mama, see you later," Deliverance said with a smile on his red face.
"Bye Mama . . ." I mumbled.
We walked away and out of the cemetery. I trailed behind Deliverance for a little bit, my legs incredibly sore from my little bit of exercise for the next month.
"Hurry up slowpoke," Deliverance said, turning around so he was walking backwards. "I thought you wanted to go home together. At this rate, you'll be at the corner by the time I get home."
I pouted and sped up, passing Deliverance with ease. He chuckled and followed me closely. Upon noticing that the light was red and the sign across the street told me to walk, I walked briskly across the dark road.
"INDIE!"
I was on the ground, my entire body in pain but mostly my legs and chest. Deliverance hovered above my face, yelling with a panicked look on his face. Why was he so scared?
"So I was kind of hit by a car that was distracted by their phone," I said with a shrug.
"Why do you say it like it happens often, da-ze!" Yong-Soo yelled.
"It didn't effect me horribly. Besides, I was fine. I was pretty badly bruised and had bruised ribs but overall I was fine. It was Deliverance who wasn't fine."
"Dad, Papa, I'm fine, really," I whimpered as they tried to help me out of their car.
"You were hit by a fucking car, Independence. Just suck it up and let us help," Dad said, gently taking my arm.
A car driving at a dangerous speed in a suburban neighborhood suddenly came to a stop in front of our house. Choice, my lovely sister, jumped out of the car and ran up to us with scared expression on her flawless face.
"Oh my god, what the hell happened? Are you okay Indie?" She asked quickly, shoving past Deliverance and our parents.
"I'm fine, Choice, really-"
"No! You are not fine! Where the hell was Deliverance during this!" Choice screeched, rounding on the guilt ridden boy. "You should've been watching her, you dumbass! She could've died, Deliverance! You want that on your shoulders the rest of your life? Knowing you were the reason our baby sister is DEAD!"
"Choice, calm down, sweetie," Papa said soothingly, placing his hands on her shoulders but she just shrugged him off.
"Listen to your father," Dad pleaded with he went unheard.
"Answer me, Deliverance!" Choice yelled.
"HEY!" I screamed, getting her attention. "It wasn't his fault, Choice! I walked in front of him, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I'm to blame for my own situation so don't you dare pinning this on him."
"He should've done something! He should've seen the car coming," Choice yelled in my face. "He should've pushed you out of the way."
"Why? Just so he was the one injured or dead?"
"Yes!"
I paused, letting her answer sink in. Choice realized what she must've said because she suddenly looked tremendously regretful.
"Wait, I didn't mean that. I really didn't mean that," Choice stumbled over her words, trying to spit out what she really meant.
"You just said Deliverance should've been the one injured or dead . . . WELL FUCK YOU!" I screamed, face turning red.
"Independence!" Papa exclaimed, aghast.
"No, fuck you, Choice! You have no right to say any of this to Deliverance after all the stress and pressure you've put him under so he could be like you! But he's not you, I'm not you, so just leave us alone!" I yelled.
"Deliverance, take Indie inside. We're going to talk to Choice for a little bit," Dad ordered, glancing at the three of us with worry.
Without question, Deliverance did as he was told and helped me inside the couch.
"What did they saw to her?" Gilbert asked, very intrigued by my story.
"Don't know. They won't tell Deliverance or me. But to sum up the rest, about an hour later Choice came to apologize but I wouldn't have it. Deliverance stuck by me, getting enraged when Choice called me dimwitted by accident and when she tried to pin the situation on him. We just haven't been the same since that day," I finished with a weak smile.
Feli hugged me as tight as he could and stayed like that for a little bit.
"It seems like a stupid fight considering all the stress built up from that day, but they all took it to heart," Snow said, getting our attention. "I told them repeatedly they should just forgive Choice and move past this, especially now that they know why Choice was so frightened that day. But these damn Neils are stubborn as hell."
"Why did she freak out so bad?" Ivan asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Mama died in a car accident similar to the one I was in," I said bluntly.
"Bad luck," Berwald hummed.
"No kidding," I snorted.
"How long do you plan on staying? Units included," Snow asked, getting off topic.
"Ah, I was hoping to stay for a few days to make sure Dad has cooled down," I said.
"Can we stay?" Yong-Soo asked excitedly.
"We could have a sleepover!" Mattias exclaimed, equally excited about the idea.
"Please Miss Snow?" Feli asked in a voice that was more adorable than usual.
Snow just stared at Feli for a minute straight, trying to say no but the kid was being extra adorable with that happy face of his while he's still hugging me.
Snow sighed in defeat. "Fine. You break anything and you owe me a new one plus interest."
Yong-Soo, Mattias, Gilbert, and Feli cheered. Ivan smiled with delight and Berwald had this small, microscopic smile on his face.
"You know you're going to regret this, right?" I said with a smirk of my own.
"Yeah, but I figured you only get one life to do anything you want so why not have a sleepover with hot guys and my cute nephew?" Snow shrugged.
"Who said you were an aunt?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Me. As of now, I'm Auntie Snow," Snow said with a cheesy grin.
Hallo, is'a me, Gabby~
So the good majority of this chapter was typed up within 2-3 days. Originally it was going to be two separate chapters but then I was like "Naw, it's my tenth chapter. Lets make it uber long and do explanations and stuff."
I hope the explanation behind Indie and Dee's dislike for Choice is good enough for y'all. I've never been good at building things up well. Sorry if it's not too detailed, but I most of the time I was writing, I was distracted and tired from events that took place earlier that day.
Welp, I can honestly say I don't know when the next update will be, but hopefully it's within a month's time.
Toodles~