Okaaay.
I took a lick from my ice cream staring into the eyes of the old man, who looked like he was about to cry, he was smiling like crazy, and his gaze was filled with love and adoration that nearly made me tear up.
Just another conversation, right?
No worries.
Yeah, you go girl!!
I finally gathered the courage I had and said "Hi, I'm Arielle. Sorry about my best friends over there, they can be pretty.... um.. crazy. Yeah. That's what they are.
Crazy people. Hehe. And don't worry about what they said, they think you are my family after seeing Adrian. Who looks a little.. I mean a lot.."
I heard a deep chuckle coming from the oldest boy.
And that's when I realized that I was rambling.
Rambling, for God's sake.
I blushed a deep red, probably looking like a tomato.
"Aand, I am rambling. Hehe. I gotta go."
I said turning around and trying to run away.
Yeah. Trying to run away.
Prevention is better than cure, right?
A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me up.
I let out a small shriek and then giggled when he twirled me around.
I'm extremely ticklish. Not proud of that.
My most ticklish spot is my left hip.
And that's where he held to raise me up.
I was giggling uncrollably and blushing like an idiot.
"PUT ME DOWN. I KNOW KARATE, I WILL DROP KICK YOU TO MARS. I WILL. IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY ICE CREAM I WILL KILL YOU."
Actually I don't know karate, just saying.
Threats ought to be scary, right?
Look, I'm not a liar, okay?
This is just a joke.
Mystery guy dropped me and I saw one of the twins, staring at me and he said,
"You wouldn't kill your own brother, would you?" He asked me.
Brother, it has a nice ring to it.
Now, that I think of it. I've always wanted a brother with tattoos.
"Really?"
"Really what? And my ice cream is safe therefore I won't kill you. And as for the brother part we are not sure yet."
"You've always wanted a brother with tattoos?"
I blushed again.
"I didn't say tha- oh I thought that and said it out loud by mistake. Sorry."
"Don't apologise baby, you are soooo cute when you blush." He said pinching my cheeks.
BABY?? Me!!!
"I'm not a baby." I said pointing my finger at him.
"Don't worry baby, you are my baby."
"You seem like a fun person. But, don't call me baby again or I will have to punch you."
He pouted at me and stretched his arms asking me,
"Can I hug you?"
Can he hug me?
Yeah. Okay.
I nodded.
He came closer.
"Wait!!"
He looked at me confused.
"Don't mess up my ice cream."
"I'll buy you another if I do."
I gave him a cheeky grin and hugged him.
My face reached only up to his chest.
He is so tall.
He hugged me back.
He smelled good. And I felt safe in his arms.
I wanted to stay like this forever.
That's when I remembered he didn't have a name.
"Whash sho bame?" That's how it came out on his chest.
He chuckled and said, "What?"
I glared at him.
"What are you doing with your face? It looks cute." He said smiling.
"I am glaring at you, you meanie."
I said and punched his stomach with all my strength.
CRACK!!
Punching him is not a good idea because the next second I was jumping around holding my hand to my chest.
"Ow. Ow. Ow."
"Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck." That's him.
Yeah. The boy who is the cause for my now bruised knuckles.
I looked at my hand to see there was blood on my knuckles. It hurts.
Oh bloody brother!
Huh?
I got a bruised knuckle by punching his stomach, while he didn't even flinch.
"My twinny!!!" Adrian came running towards me and carried me bridal style.
"We are going to the hospital." He said to his dad. More like announced.
The hospital? For a bruised knuckle? They must be loaded.
"No we are not. My hand is a bit hurt which will be cured by keeping some ice. And my legs are perfectly fine. So, you can put me down, dear photocopy of mine."
I said.
"Oh no, dear sister of mine, I'm not putting you down, honey. I have wanted to carry you ever since I knew I had a baby sister AND you will not take that opportunity away from me."
He knew he had a sister.
They knew.
And they left me.
If my hand doesn't hurt now, my heart sure does.
I can't cry.
Not now.
I have to be strong.
NO!!
A tear fell down my left eye.
I hate being emotional.
In minutes I was full on sobbing into my twin's T-shirt.
They knew.
They left me because they didn't want me.
I was so dumb to think my family cared about me.
Dumber, to think they had a reason to leave me.
Maybe they do.
Maybe they don't.
Aiden passed me to the other twin.
As soon as I was in his arms, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled.
His scent calmed me down.
The way he held me, the way he whispered sweet nothings to my ear. It all calmed me down.
I stopped crying within minutes.
Usually, if I start crying, I go on crying for about an hour.
That has and always been like that.
How did he stop it?
"H-How did y-you d-do that?" I asked.
Curse my stuttering!!
He must think I'm a weak and pathetic crybaby.
"I don't." He said.
"Don't what?" I asked confused.
"I don't think you are a crybaby. You are just emotional. That's all."
"But, how did you d-do that?"
"What?"
"Stop me from crying. If I usually cry it takes nearly an hour to calm myself down. How did you do it in minutes?"
"From the time you were a baby, only Dylan has been able to calm you down. Nobody else. Not even me or your mom. And the same goes for him. Only you can calm him down. This has been one very unique connection which has never failed to amuse me. I think it's still there even after fourteen years. Unique indeed. That explains it. You really are my daughter. And I'm so glad to see you after so many years." The dad guy explained to me.
He was crying. Yeah full on sobbing. His face was in his hands and he was leaning over the table.
At some point everyone had gotten seated and I was on Dylan's lap.
Woah!!
Baby alert!!
My mom reached over and patted his back trying to calm him down while she was crying herself.
This family is pretty emotional, I guess.
I looked over to the front of me and saw the third oldest guy smiling creepily at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back.
I blinked again.
He blinked as well.
Then we burst out laughing.
Soon, the others joined in and we were all laughing like crazy hyenas.
Finally, I calmed down.
I thought I was crazy. Seems like the whole family is.
If they are so happy to have me back. Then, why did they leave me in the first place.
Guess it's time for me to ask the dreaded question.
"Um.. guys. You seem so happy to be reunited with me, then why did you leave me in the orphanage?"
Soon, as I said that, Dylan's grip tightened around my waist and everyone froze.
I immediately felt bad.
They are gonna hate me now.
Why did I have to ask such a stupid question?
Me and my dumb brain.
Don't bring me into this.
I don't care.
"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that. You don't need to tell me. It's okay. You must have had your reasons. And I can-"
"I'll tell you. You should know. It's your life after all. And you can't live with questions anyway. And we have to tell you at some point. First, let's introduce ourselves. You probably don't remember us.
I'm Alexander, your oldest brother and I'm 24."
I smiled at him and I could see his lips twitching upwards.
"I'm Edward and I'm 22. And it's so good to have you back, you know."
The guy sitting next to me said grabbing me from Dylan and sitting me on his lap.
"HEY! I TOOK HER FIRST, SHE IS MINE, BITCH."
Dylan shouted grabbing me back.
"NO SHE'S NOT."
Edward said sitting me on his lap.
"YES SHE IS. NOW FUCK OFF, MOTHERFUCKER."
Dylan carried me and sat me on his shoulders and ran.
I yelped and then stuck my tongue out at Edward.
I was used to these kind of positions due to ice skating so I'm not scared.
Yep.
He scowled and is now sulking in his chair.
Dylan went and sat with me on his lap and both his arms around my waist. He had his chin on my shoulder.
"Don't I get her at least for few minutes?" Edward pouted. He looked like a lost puppy.
"Nope." That's Dylan.
Yeah.
The Rude guy.
I felt bad for Eddy.
A nickname for him.
Eddy.
Nice right?
"I feel bad for him. He looks like a cute lost puppy." I whispered to Dylan.
"Oh no you don't. You stay with me the whole day." He whispered back. Tightening his grip.
"He looks like he's gonna cry. I'll come back after a few minutes."
I whispered.
"Deal."
I jumped and sat on Eddy's lap.
"Ooooo. You love me." He coooed pinching my cheeks.
"Your lucky I do." I said smirking at him.
"Moving on.. I'm Lorenzo, and twenty years old, little one."
YOUNG ONE!! I'm not that young.
"I'm not little!"
"Yes, you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"You're just four years older than me. That's not much."
"However, I'm older than you. That makes you littler than me. So you are little. Easy." He smirked at me.
Ha!
Two can play this game.
"Whatever you say, old one." I said smirking.
His smirk dropped and he frowned at me.
"You are a little younger than me, that doesn't make me old, as you say."
"However, I'm younger than you, which makes you older than me. So, you are old. Easy." I grinned at him.
Doing an internal dance at my victory.
"Your words against you, buddy."
His shoulders sagged and he looked so sad.
It made me feel bad that I made him sad.
"Um.. you're not as old as Alex over here, so not that bad I guess, right?"
I said trying to make him feel better. And it did.
He grinned and reached out for a high-five.
I gladly returned it.
Happy that I made him happy.
"Did you just high-five over me being old?" A voice boomed.
Uh-oh
I totally forgot that he, the Alexander we were talking about is right in front of us and is really mad right now.
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