So, I don't usually upload unless I get four or five reviews on the last thing I posted, and since I only got two reviews on the last chapter in two days, I wasn't going to post for a while. But I decided to be nice. :) Thank you SibunaGleekR5er and houseofanubisfan2 (who was my 50th reviewer)! You guys are very consistent reviewers and I appreciate that.
This chapter may be a little weird, but this story can get a little weird...
Enjoy!
Jerome sighed in content as Mara ran her fingers through his hair while his head rested in her lap.
"Are you even watching the movie?" she asked with a laugh.
"I've seen it a million times. I'd rather just sit here and bask in each other's presence." He whispered.
"Very well," she smiled, turning off the TV and directing her attention back to him, tracing her fingers over his face. "You look younger than last week."
"Are you saying I looked old?" he gasped jokingly.
"Of course not, I'm just saying, you look a little youthful today." She corrected herself.
"You make me feel young, Jaffray."
"I guess six kids take a lot out of you, huh?"
"Maybe you should try it," he smirked.
"Not today," she shook her head, bending down to peck his lips.
"I'm in love with you." He breathed.
She laughed softly. "I'm in love with you, too."
"Will you say yes when I ask you to marry me?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
Nick smirked, throwing an arm around Alice's shoulders as they strolled down the street. When they reached the coffee shop, he opened the door and she stepped in before him. She picked a booth for them to sit at while he ordered the drinks. When he sat down, he sat beside her on her side of the booth. He sat a little closer than she would have wanted him to, but didn't say anything.
"So what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.
She shrugged, blowing on her drink to cool it faster. "I don't think I'm doing anything. It's a Sunday; no one really does anything on Sundays in my family."
"Then how about a date with me?" he suggested, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger.
"Alright," she mumbled shyly.
"Alright," he mimicked her, leaning down and brushing a kiss over her ear.
Leo groaned when Josh shot his player down again. "How do you keep doing that?" he exclaimed.
"Why do you keep shooting from the hip?" Josh chuckled, jerking the joystick around on his controller.
"So is what happened between you in Lou really that bad?" the dark-skinned boy asked cautiously a few minutes later.
Josh sighed in annoyance. "What happened between me and Louisa was…something that probably won't be fixed for a really long time. But it was enough to stop being the stereotypical best of friends twins people expect us to be."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just don't think that siblings should have really bad problems between them."
"Trust me, mate, I love Lou to death—I have to, she's my sister—but friendship is just not going to happen again. I'm sure of it."
Louisa rolled onto her back, holding her cellphone to her ear and staring up at the ceiling. "You know, Leo's cute. I just realized that yesterday. He's like…a childish kind of cute."
Fiona laughed on the other line. "I know right? He's like a five year old boy—"
"—trapped in a thirteen year old's body." Louisa finished for her.
"Right!" Fiona sighed. "You know who else is cute? Andrew Leeway."
"Oh my, gosh, I know! And Trent Wane."
"Yes!"
Louisa sighed dreamily and sat up. "I'm totally excited for when I turned fifteen; I can date then."
"My dad said the same thing! I can't wait!"
The doorbell rang and Louisa groaned in annoyance. "I have to go; my brother's girlfriend is coming over for dinner. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, have fun," she said teasingly.
"Yeah, right," she rolled her blue eyes and headed for her bedroom door.
"Dad, I'm serious. I really like this girl – I'm really serious about her. So please, don't mess it up for me. Don't judge her, alright?" Michael begged, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly in front of the mirror that hung in the foyer.
"When do I ever judge your girlfriends?" Jerome scoffed, stepping down the last step onto the first floor.
"You judged Veronica for her tattoos and Miranda for her hair and Jeanette for her piercings—"
"That's not why I disapproved of them. Veronica smoked around the kids; Miranda cursed constantly; and Jeanette almost gave Lou a tongue piercing when she was twelve years old! I have reasons to judge your girlfriends. I really hope this one's different."
"She is. Her name's Yvette and she's amazing—" He said and turned to the door when the bell rang.
"She's here." Jerome announced.
Michael took a deep breath and marched up to the door. He swung it open and smiled at the girl on the other side. "Hey, babe," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her.
She smiled up at him and followed him into the house. He wrapped his arm around her waist and motioned to her, facing his father.
"Dad, this is Yvette. Babe, this is my dad, Jerome."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Clarke." she greeted, leaning forward and shaking his hand, blue eyes giving him a once over.
"Yvette," he bowed his head, his eyes studying her short, sleeveless dress; blue and black scene hairdo; multiple piercings on her mouth; tattoo on her wrist; spiked high heels; and the aroma of smoke radiating off her.
Michael directed her toward the common room and Jerome caught his arm as she walked away.
"Oh, yeah, she's nothing like the others." He hissed sarcastically.
Michael rolled his blue eyes and sat next to his girlfriend.
"Hey, Mr. C," Yvette called from the sofa. "Can I smoke in here?"
Jerome's eyes flitted to his son briefly and then looked back at her. "No."
"Damn," she huffed.
Jerome ran a hand through his hair piling dishes into the kitchen sink. The kids had run off after dinner ended and Michael had gone to the bathroom, leaving Yvette sitting at the kitchen table. When he had finished cleaning up from dinner, he turned back toward her, but he found her sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs crossed.
She arched an eyebrow and licked her lips. "Michael's older version is much sexier."
Jerome closed his eyes with a slow sigh. "Great," he whispered, loosening his tie.
"Can't you let me do that, Mr. Clarke?" she smirked.
Jerome blinked.
"Hey, babe, you want me to walk you home?" Michael asked, walking into the room.
Yvette hopped off the counter and nodded. Michael nodded once and headed to the front door. She turned back to Jerome and blew him a kiss and a wink. "See you later, Mr. Clarke."
Once she and his son left the house, Jerome face palmed. "Why me?" he mumbled.
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Question: Would any of you like Nina, KT, Mick or Willow to appear in the story? That would mean more kids...But we love the kids, don't we? ;)
"Blame the family. Blame the bully. Blame it all on me. Maybe he needed to be wanted. Blame the family. Blame the bully. Maybe he needed to be wanted." -Bully, Three Days Grace
-Rachel