"Are you kidding me!" young Mariana snapped the second she found Brandon crotched down beside the car.
Brandon stood up awkwardly and looked up at his younger brother and sister. "What? What's going on?" he asked innocently. But his nerves became obvious by his inability to make eye contact with either one of them. And the rosy color that appeared on his cheeks didn't help him either.
"Go home, Brandon! You don't get to come with us. No one wants you here!" Mariana spat, not caring about the fact that she was hurting her older foster-brother with her harsh words. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to hurt Brandon just as much as he hurt her, when he told her to go live with her own family, knowing damn well that she didn't have one who wanted her.
Brandon just stared at her with a dumbfounded reaction in response.
"Go!" she ordered with even more anger than before, as she took a few steps closer towards him and crossed her arms. At this point she wanted to punch him more than anything. She had never gotten physical with anyone before, but all of the pent up anger she had inside of her was beginning to become unbearable.
Jesus immediately stepped in front of his sister instinctively. "Brandon, what are you even doing here?" he asked in a harsh yet confused tone. Why the hell would he follow them? he thought.
"Guys! You can't just leave whenever you feel like it! Tha—"
"Why not?" Jesus argued and furrowed his eyebrows the older kid. "You told her to leave!" he yelled as he put his finger in the taller boy's face. His whole demeanor was filled with accusation. It didn't matter that Brandon was older or much bigger than he was. All that mattered was that he hurt his sister's feelings.
"I didn't mean it!" Brandon defended. "I was just mad at her and it just came out!"
"That kind of stuff doesn't come out if you don't mean even mean it! You don't want us here! Just admit it!"
"Stop it!" Brandon yelled. "Both of you have to get back home now before moms find out we're all gone! So let's just go!"
"No," Mariana said sternly. "I'm not going back just because you said so! …Come on, Jesus," she continued as she grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him away so that they could keep walking.
"I'm telling mom!" Brandon shouted back.
"No, you won't!" Mariana shouted back as she turned to face Jesus, "He won't tell either of them because then he'll get in trouble too," she rationalized. "He's trying to trick us and we're not going to fall for it."
"I can't leave here without you. Just come back before something bad happens!" he shouted even louder than before.
Mariana paused in her tracks and since she was still holding onto Jesus, he stopped too.
Yes, they're coming back, he thought to himself and couldn't help hide the smirk on his face. But instead of taking a step forward, Mariana turned around and stuck up her middle finger at him, causing for Jesus to open his mouth in awe and laugh before she turned around and kept walking.
"Do you hear that?" Stef paused as she pointed her finger to the living room and watched as Lena furrowed her eyebrows at her in confusion.
"Babe, I don't hear anything…"
"Exactly," Stef put the top of the pot back on and took a deep breath. "Complete silence… We haven't listened to that in quite a while. Huh? We should savor it for as long as we can," the blonde continued as she looked at both of the doorways of the kitchen to make sure that her children weren't lurking around, attempting to jump out and scare them. Stef assumed that if they were all mad at each other, they were all in their own rooms upstairs and would be too busy being angry with the other to come down.
Lena smiled when she felt Stef creep up behind her and wrap her in her arms. "I think we have timeeee," she whisper-sang as her lips fell on the nape of Lena's neck. Lena instinctively dropped the knife back onto the table and closed her eyes as she let the sensation of Stefs lips consume her… but only for a second. "Stef, wait," she moved her neck to the side so that she wouldn't give into to temptation again. "We don't know that the kids are upstairs."
"They are," Stef said in an almost desperate voice. "Come on, Lena, please?" she practically begged as her hands started unbuttoning Lena's blouse.
Lena let out a sigh in submission. "Okay, fineeee." Stef smiled. "But first make sure that the kids are upstairs."
Stef made a face at Lena but Lena remained still. Stef let out a deep breath, "Fine. But whatever happened to the element of surprise?" she asked as she raised her eyebrows before walking out of the kitchen.
"They don't need that kind of surprise," Lena chastised.
"Oh, come on!" Stef complained. "Everyone, that has walked on this earth, has at least listened to their parents having sex once in their life."
"Yes, they have," Lena agreed. "But if someone could take those memories back from me, I would be so grateful."
Stef chuckled, "It's part of childhood…"
"Not if I can help it," Lena said in a more serious tone as she refused to engage in Stef's attempt to have sex in the kitchen, before she knew that there were no children on the first floor.
The blonde sighed, "Oh god," Stef grumbled as she shook her head in disapproval though couldn't help but hide a slight smile before making her exit. Immediately, she tiptoed to the living room and noticed no one there.
Check.
She walked over to the dining room, which was empty too.
Check.
And just as Stef was about to walk toward the bathroom, she noticed Lena's purse lying on the floor with everything spilled out of it. Hm? she thought to herself. That's strange…
She approached the mess on the floor of Lena's things and started tossing them back into her bag. But when she noticed Lena's wallet open and the mess of bills practically shoved back inside of it, she knew something was off. Lena was one of those neat freaks that always had her bills in order and laid perfectly straight inside of the pockets. And still, she figured she'd ask Lena about it first.
But when she notice a piece of paper with obvious writing written with a black sharpie, her eyes were immediately drawn to it. She came to the conclusion that one of them took some money out of Lena's wallet and wrote a note to tell her. Completely unacceptable but at least the thief had a conscience. She made her way over to the note.
Twins ran away
I'm bringing them back
B
And at that moment, Stef's facial expression completely shifted from confusion to shock, as she read the note twice just to be certain. Afterwards she even blinked her eyes few times as if the note would disappear and she realized that she had imagined it. She turned towards the front door, "LENA!"