Of Age (Family)

"Von"

This chapter is a little sad. Also two years ago the triplets and Webby were 12. ( they are now 14)  I hope you like it and maybe give me some ideas for any future OC's . thank you for reading so far and enjoy! 😊~ 

It's been two years. Two years since they ran away and kept on moving from place to place. Two years since they had anyone but their little group, or family. And I am mostly ok with this. Webby and I have been with this misfit group of people for almost two years now, and I couldn't be happier. Except for one thing...the gap was still there, it was still there with all the emptiness that it had had for two years and all my life. But besides that, this is one of the best lives that I could've imagined for me and Webby.

So, your probably wondering what me and Webby look like. Well, I have light, slightly tan skin and white blonde hair in my signature hair style, with one blue streak through it and baby blue eyes. I mostly wear a long sleeved, dark blue shirt with a light blue t-shirt over it. I also wear a navy blue pair of jeans with a dark blue coat during the winter. Pair all this with my blue and pink friendship bracelet and I'm good for any season. And Webby always looks amazing, she has light skin that is slightly tanner than my skin and waist length almost white hair with a light pink streak through it. She also has these big brown bambi eyes that you could get lost in and have a spark of trouble in them. She loves to wear her signature style of a long sleeved light pink shirt with a dark purple jacket. She also wears light blue warm jeans and of course her friendship bracelets. She has five bracelets in all. One for each person in our little family. (and an honorary one for Lena) The first one is light pink and purple mixed with blue. This one is for me and her. Another one is light gray and wood brown mixed with pink, this one is for her and Von. The next one is light purple with ivy green twining around it, this one is for her and Ivy. The fourth one is light pink with blood red and black around it, this one is for her and Jacob. And the last one is a mix of hot and light pink with black tying it together, this one is for her and Lena. 

And that's what we look like most of the time. And now sure, it got pretty cold during the winter and the food wasn't the freshest all the time, but as long as I have Webby and the group, then I know that we'll be ok.

Sooo, your probably wondering about this oh-so amazing group that I have been talking about. Well Webby and I met them about one month after we ran away on that wet early fall day.

~Flashback~

"Webby can we take a small break?" Dewey gasped out, winded from their last escape. Webby turned around to assess her winded best friend before nodding her agreement and sitting down to catch her breath. Dewey just collapsed on his butt and dramatically gasped like his life was ending, before catching his breath and smiling his signature troublesome grin at Webby. She grinned back before noticing someone in the distance coming closer, and got up in a ready pose. Dewey, following her example got in the same pose before looking around for potentional hiding places in the almost abandoned train yard. His choices were between a boxcar and a boxcar so he chose one at random and gestured at Webby to jump in. She quickly assessed it before jumping in, with Dewey close behind. They ran to the back of the boxcar and hid behind some crates in the back that still gave them a view of the entrance, before getting quiet. Dewey was silently freaking out, going through a many unpleasant scenarios in his head in which the stranger is the police or social services and has come to take them back, or worse! Webby wasn't doing much better but, unlike her best friend she was going through scenarios in which this stranger was a helper or a friend. She wasn't blind to the danger, no, far from it, but unlike her best friend she just prefered to look on the bright side before giving into her other wise dark thoughts. 

All while they had been thinking, the train had started to move and they were thrown a little off balance from the sudden movement before noticing that the stranger was attempting to jump onto the train before it got up to full speed. They also noticed that this clearly wasn't the police or social services because the oh so scary stranger was in acuality a little boy looking to be about 9 years old. The boy had tanned dirty skin and was wearing a green, ripped up and ragged sweater with a pair of equally as beat up sweatpants that matched his obviously very dirty and tangled dark brown hair.  After his second failed attempt at jumping in the boxcar, he looked up at them and they were able to see his startling gray eyes full of determination and fear, before he started on his third and it looked like his last attempt at getting on the train. Dewey and Webby shared a look before getting up from their hiding place to grab his hand on his next try. as he jumped the grabbed onto his hand and pulled him into the boxcar before the train thundered away at full speed.