The Three Bros

[21] First Morning

Blaire's POV

I still find it surreal that in going to be staying here for quite some time, in this big mansion-sized, picture perfect house.

It was pretty late already. But it was finally our summer vacation. There isn't anything I need to wake up early for.

I nearly jump when I hear a knock on my door. Before I could even give this person access to my room, the door opens, Ryder walking in.

"Ryder?"

"I heard you've already moved in," he walks up to my bed, sitting at the edge. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you settle in."

"Its fine," I assure him. "Where have you been all day?" I lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, "I missed you."

"Shit went down with dad," he chuckles. "Anyway, it's late and I just wanted to tell you goodnight."

"You're leaving already?" I ask, purposely pouting.

I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about what happened earlier today. Fine, not just a bit. I'm talking barrels of guilt. The thought that I kissed Ian will surely haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Yeah," he nods. "Sleep well."

***

I walk down the long staircase. Despite me sleeping late, I woke up quite early today. Me being a morning person and all.

The place was quite quiet, only a few maids walking and cleaning about.

I walk over to the fridge, but just before I could touch it, I pull back. Daniel had assured my parents that I had plenty to eat here, but I was still kind of a stranger in this house.

So grabbing goods from their refrigerator was making me uncomfortable. But my throat was dry, so grabbing a drink wouldn't hurt, right?

I silently open the fridge door, hoping the maids wouldn't start rumors about me. I reach my hand inside, ready to grab the pitcher of iced tea.

"Blaire?"

I shout, yanking my hand back, "I was just thirsty! I wasn't going to take anything else! I was going to wait for all of you before I ate anything---"

"Relax," Myles chuckles. "You can take whatever you want," he urges me with a small push towards the fridge.

I just awkwardly stood there, quietly hoping Myles got the message that I was not going to take anything anytime soon.

He sighs, laughing as he opens the fridge, grabbing an energy bar and handing it to me.

"Thank you," I say quietly, taking it into my hands, ripping it open with my teeth.

We walk into the living room, my eyes widening when I see Bianca sprawled on the couch.

Myles catches my gaze, "She kinda sleeps there whenever she crashes here. Dad offered her a room, but she preferred the couch," he shakes his head, sitting on another couch.

"I can see why," I murmur, caressing the backrest of the couch. I walk over to Myles, sitting beside him. I nudge my shoulder with his, "You're up early?"

He tore his attention from his sleeping girlfriend, "What?"

I smiled. I've never seen Myles so unfocussed, and it was adorable. "Never mind."

"Blaire, I need to talk to you." That was not Myles.

Our heads flip around to see Ian. He looked so... I don't know. He had bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept at all last night. His hair was messy and he was still in the clothes he wore the last time I saw him.