This chapter is dedicated to @Jayden_ because he is just amazing :)
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**Marcus POV**
“GREY YOU WORK WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH! “
“I CAN’T HELP IT I’M TRYING TO SUPPORT THIS FAMILY!”
mum and dad are fighting, again I slipped in my headphones for the billionth time this week to drown out the fighting...
my door creaked open slowly and a small blonde frame stepped into my room, I paused my music
“Marcus? can i stay with you? I can’t sleep with mommy and daddy fighting”
“yeah you can sweetie, go get Leo and we will all have a slumber party!”
she nodded, and ran to get leo, her twin brother, I have a little sister, alisha, and her twin brother, Leonardo, we call him Leo
two little blondes ran into my room, jumping on my bed and instantly making me laugh, they are identical, right down to the dimple!
“marcus? can we prank call people?” they both have a mischievous side... they are little devils
“sure who do you wanna call?”
“Isabelle!” hmmm.. i haven’t talked to her since... that night... when she kissed me... i was so happy.. should i call her? why not?
“sure” I pulled up her number and pressed send
******phone call*****
Hello?
Is your refrigerator running?
alisha? leo? is that you?
hey, Izzy, they wanted to prank call you.. such lame little callers!
well *indistinct noise* I gotta go bye!
*******end of phone call*****
we aimlessly called people till the twins both fell asleep on either side of me, two blonde heads laying on my stomach... I slipped my headphones back in, listening to live while we’re young by one direction, yes i am a fan of my best friend’s parents
*3 hours of Fighting later*
“YOU KNOW WHAT, GREY, I’M DONE!”
“JENN! NO! PLEASE, I WILL WORK LESS, DON’T LEAVE!!!”
I crept closer to the door, to hear the argument
“you say that every damn time , Greyson every time, you never actually do it!”
“Jen, please, stay, for me, for the kids!”
Silence, Footsteps coming up the steps, shit!
i ran like a ninja to my bed, which is in the middle of the room, hoping i’m not noticed, I layed down and pretended to be asleep, my door swung open, my mother’s frame standing in the doorway
“sweetheart, I know you’re not asleep”
I rolled over and looked at her
“Are you leaving us?” i felt the bed dip and her always soft hands on my forehead,
“No, Sweetheart, i can’t leave you, or the twins, or your father, no matter how much he annoys me” She stroked the blonde heads of the twins, smiling slightly as she did so
“I love you mum”
she looked at me, distantly, like she was imagining me being a little kid again, saying i love you
