Tomorrow

seven- family reunion

"Thank you so much for breakfast, Mrs. Dolan," I say as I put my dishes in the sink.

"Oh don't call me 'Mrs. Dolan', please, call me Kathy," she chuckles.

I smile, combing fingers through my hair. "Will do," I reply, leaving the kitchen.

I go upstairs to change, yawning and bumping into Ethan on the stair case. "Who said you were allowed up here?" he says, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to look stern.

I stop and lift my chin up, "Don't you know? I'm VIP."

Ethan laughs, allowing me to slip past him. "Hey!"

I laugh and run up the rest of the stairs and dash into Graysons room, Ethan not far behind.

I snatch my clothes that I had folded and set on his desk and turn to leave. Ethan was leaning on the door frame with a cocked eyebrow and a suspicious smirk.

"What?" I say walking past him.

He turns and walks with me, "Why were your clothes in Graysons room?"

"Did you not see me walk out of there this morning? I slept in there you dingus."

We walk down the stairs, Ethan sarcastically being offended by my insult. "What did you guys do?"

"Oh I don't know. Slept," I say with a roll of my eyes.

I thought it was hilarious that Ethan was inferring Grayson and I did more than sleep, if sleep at all. "I'll have to ask Grayson about that," Ethan says as I hop off the last step.

I enter the living room and Farrah is in the front door way, "Arrow my mom is here and she can drive you home."

"Oh awesome, thanks Mary."

"It's no problem dear," Farrah's mother, Mary, tells me with a flashy smile.

Farrah's mom is drop dead gorgeous. Farrah is gorgeous too, but she has more of her dads features.

Mary has long, dirty blonde hair that is currently in a messy bun on the top of her head. She's not wearing that much make up and her age is present through creases around her eyes and lips. She has sparkling hazel eyes and a dazzling smile. She's currently wearing a blue juicy jacket with a black tank top underneath and grey sweat pants with slippers.

I remember I'm still wearing Graysons clothes as I grab my shoes and turn to find him standing beside his brother.

His dark brown hair is a mess and standing everywhere, but still gives him a hot look. He put a shirt on, a sweater that has stripes and goes from white, to light grey, to dark grey.

"Do you want your clothes back?" I ask, gesturing to the sweats and t shirt.

He shrugs, "It's fine."

I smile and turn to leave, but then I remember James. I stop in the door way.

"James left already," Ethan says like he read my mind.

I turn, "When?"

"His mom picked him up on her way to work," Farrah informs me.

I nod, waving to the twins and their mom before walking out the door and into Farrahs SUV.

I get into the back seat and Farrah climbs into the front. "Their cute," Mary says as she drives away.

"But there jawlines," Farrah murmurs in awe.

I giggle, finding my phone and seeing I have text messages from almost everyone in my family. I groan to myself and ignore them, watching the snow covered sidewalks fly by.