Snow and the Delinquent Eleven

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"...Blake! Give that back!..."

Snows eyes slowly opened. Her visions projected a sea of blurriness. She began to sit up after the realisation of yesterday's events came washing over her like a tsunami. Though it didn't fix the problem she had with her eyes; she tried blinking rapidly to readjust.

One of her mistakes that she quickly retracted from was to turn her head towards the scotching light of the sun. Memories of last night came flooding in as she remembered that she has forgotten to close the curtains.

"...Piss off..."

"...ugh! Give it now!..."

Frowning Snow sat up straighter and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She yawned before testing her eyesight. Looking around the room slowly she was happy to know that she wasn't going blind.

"...go on then..."

Harry was wide awake as his tiny legs and hands flapped. Snow grinned at his incredibly small body. It had to be no longer than her forearm.

"...Dick! You're going to pay for that!..."

Snow threw her cover and stood up from her bed. She walked over to Harry and cautiously picked him. Whilst balancing the light baby on one side, she quickly grabbed the white blanket and wrapped it around his frame. Bundled up and ready to go, they both made it to the door.

"Die!"

Only in time to see Blake being tackled to the ground by Parker. Both the boys were in bottom pyjamas and nothing else.

Snow looked down at them in horror. She didn't know whether to return to the room and come out when it was safe, or to scold them.

Before making any ultimate decisions. Thankfully Roman stopped by in time to see the brawl.

He frowned and shook his head. The outfit he had on today was unlike the other two. Roman looked as if he was going out. He wore dark jeans, a white top and a leather jacket. He also surprisingly wore bright red rimmed spectacles.

"Where you going?" Snow asked. She watched as Roman effortlessly pulled Parker up from Blake -who had enough time to quickly sprint down the steps.

Releasing his armpits; Roman stood up straighter. Parker bolted the same direction as his brother -probably searching for a second round of a fist fight.

"Mr Reed asked me if I could go buy some more milk. He ran out." He ruffled his head.

"Who's that?"

"Our neighbour."

Snow nodded in understanding. She pulled Harry in a sleeping position to avoid breaking his back.

Roman eyes closed for a second. "Shoot! I completely forgot to ask."

"What? What is it?"

"I didn't mean to not ask you. You're our guardian now, I wasn't aware of the rules yet and and-"

Snow shook her head. "No! No! It's fine. Go do whatever. Just nothing dangerous okay?"

Roman smiled genuinely. "Thanks." He turned to leave and Snow soon followed after.

"By the way Roman?"

He twisted his head while going down the stairs. "Hmm?"

Snow was careful to be aware of the steps she was taking. She didn't dare take her eyes off the floor. "Do you mind bringing the milk to me? I will give it to Mr Reed. I was hoping I could introduce myself."

Roman nodded. "Sure. No problem."

Once downstairs, Snow was able to put on some warm fluffy slippers and walk to the kitchen.

It was a peaceful morning. Apart from the little play fight -there was no other major disturbances. From the looks of things, everyone seemed to go about their business without complaint being thrown. The kitchen, when Snow and Harry entered was a buzz, but not the headache kind. It had a good atmosphere, like the feeling you get when you're surrounded by relatives in a huge celebration or thanksgiving dinners.

Snow only felt this once. This was back when she was still going out with Sam Wilson. She remembered the day his Aunt Shelly invited Snow and Sam over to thanksgiving. Sam never told her how massive his family was.

"Jake. Pass the cereal." Said Oliver whilst flipping through a big newspaper. It appeared a little funny on him, since the paper looked big enough to totally engulf him.

Jake who was seated at the head of the chair looked up from his phone slowly.

"What?"

Still not taking his eyes off the paper, he repeated, "pass the cereal."

Derek was now the second person to look at Oliver.

"Pass the cereal what?"

Oliver met Derek's gaze onwardly.

"Pass the cereal...now."

Derek stood up fast which caused his chair to fall back. Jake was also on his feet when he realised how annoyed Derek was getting.

"Want to repeat that little bitch?"

Snow gasped. "Hey-"

Oliver completely ignored her outrage as he was now the third person to stand up. "Pass the cereal now, dick."

Derek didn't even think twice when he dashed a bowl of white gooey porridge.

Oliver dove out of the way, but the bowl went flying towards Caleb who was just now walking in the kitchen whistling happily.

His whistle turned into a shout. "What the fuc-" the porridge had splattered all over his shirt like a horribly gone wrong art painting.

Snow regretted her thoughts earlier. This morning was certainly not peaceful.

"Food fight!"

"Shit," muttered Jake as he prepared to dive to the ground.