Ephemeral

Chapter 21

-------Three months later------

I went over to Luca's room cause I'm bored.

I went in without knowing and ewww.

I should learn how to knock next time.

"Hey Lucia," Isaac aka Luca's boyfriend said.

Oh ya. He was around a lot since the day after Luca told our brothers.

"Sup."

I jumped onto the huge bean bag.

"Talk to me. I'm bored."

"Is Wyatt going to the ball?" Luca asked right away.

Urghhh the dog befriended and stole my bestie from me.

"No."

"Liar."

He threw a pillow at me.

"You dog. Stop stealing my bestie. Isaac, you're now my bestie." I smiled.

"No. He's my boyfriend."

"Too bad he's mine now." I jumped onto him and we both fell onto the floor.

I giggled as he kissed my cheek.

Luca gasped loudly. "HOW DARE YOU."

I laughed and ran out.

"Stop stealing my bestie."

Isaac's like a big brother to me. He's the best. He buys me sour patches.

-----------6pm------------

"YETI BESTE ARE YOU HERE YET???" I screamed.

Stupid huge ass mansion.

"LIVING ROOM," he yelled.

All my brothers were there. Including Isaac and urghhh Adrian.

It's been 3 months since he kissed me and I have been successfully avoiding him.

"Hey, love." He greeted me as I walked in.

Dudes and back offs were yelled around the room.

They knew about the kiss.

Someone hugged me from behind and kissed my neck.

"Hi." I breathed.

I love back hugs.

"Hi, princess. Nice dress"

I turned my face a little and Wyatt brought his lips to mine.

"Thank you. You look ho-amazing"

Oh I forgot to tell you.

Two months ago, Wyatt asked me out.

"Ewwww. A kid's in the room." Luca fake gagged and gestured himself.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I should have yelled that when I walked into your room."

My brothers looked at each other. Then at Luca.

"Dude, keep things cool and simple." Matteo grunted.

"Plus, you're only 15." Flavio added.

"Let's go to the BALL" Luca said and went out.

"GUYS YOU KNOW WE'RE 16 RIGHT?! WE CELEBRATED OUR BIRTHDAY A MONTH AGO."

"Well yea duh. You almost set the mansion on fire, almost killed a couple of elderly and almost drowned a kid near the lake. It's hard to believe you're only 16." Antonio mumbled.

"AHEM. First off, the keyword is almost. Second, the elderlies were too annoying. I just wanna eat my food and they're telling me how. They're too old for that. They should be telling you how to eat. You guys were basically eating like an animal.  Anyway, the last kid stole my sour patches. What else was I supposed to do?"

"YOU YELL AT HIM. NOT DROWN HIM." Angelo laughed.

"HE'S NOT DEAD. YET."

"Sunshine, leave the poor kid alone." Wyatt deadpanned, opening the car door for me.

He's such a gentleman.

"Thank you. But no. I'm gonna make him, then his future girl/boyfriend and his future kids to buy me sour patches one day."

"Of course you are." Wyatt got in and drove away.

When was the last time I went to a ball?

Oh ya a few years ago.

Why did I go there?

To kill someone.

How did I kill them?

In a fun and interesting way.

I hate balls. The mens are always staring.

Stupid men.

"Valencia, whatchu thinkin about." Wyatt looked at me.

"How much I hate balls."

"You gotta have balls to hate balls."

I gave him a deadpanned look. "Do I though?"

We continue arguing about balls.

Yes we argue about weird stuff.