Sunnyside (a Sebastian Stan story)

The Hurricane Makes Harbour

A/N: Sorry this update took so long. It's been hard to find the time to write, though I squeeze it in whenever and wherever I can. Do me a favor? Vote if you like it! I detest author's notes, and I hate the whiny ones most, but I could really use the boost right now! Thanks!
Also apparently, despite my multiple attempts to fix it, and my computer showing me ALL parts of ALL paragraphs, some of you may be unable to see some of what appears in the chapter... I promise I'm not that sloppy. Wattpad is not cooperative tonight. I'll keep trying to fix it!

I could hear the music before the doors of the elevator had even opened, and I thanked my lucky stars that the floor below my apartment was still unoccupied even after the renovation was finished. At least there wouldn't be any noise complaints. Isabel rushed to turn the volume down as she saw me walk in. Sebastian was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, peeling an orange, and looking amused. "What's up, Pooh?" he asked.

I shot a look at Isabel, and then back at him. "No," I scolded.

"Oh come on, it's so cute!" He laughed, popping a slice of orange in his mouth. I was distracted by his jaw for a moment (I mean, good lord), but then took a look around my formerly clean apartment.

"Iz, you've been here for like two hours, and this place looks like you've been living here for a week." I kicked her shoes to the side so nobody would break their neck tripping over them, and moved her backpack from the couch to the closet. There was no hope for the kitchen while she was still floating around in there..baking? We'll call it baking. There was chocolate involved.

I walked over and kissed Sebastian before settling myself at the counter next to him. "She didn't scare you away, huh?"

Isabel squared me in her sights. "I. Am. A. Delight," she said, punctuating each word by jabbing the air with a mixing spoon. Not one to argue with a woman who was apparently making dessert in my kitchen, I put my hands up in surrender.

"You are, and I love you. How long are you here?"

Sebastian piped up. "Six days. She drove in all by herself only stopping to pee and take exactly three naps, she got pulled over once but the cop let her go because she's cute, and hello her name is Isabel, do I think Winnie has the stuff to make brownies, would I like her to make me some brownies?" This was all in one breath.

"Hurricane Isabel. I told you," I nudged Seb and he caught me and pulled me close.

"Isabel tells me you had a frog named Bucky. Weird."

I sighed. "Poor Bucky, gone too soon. I assume. I don't know, he hopped away from the pond in the yard one night and I never saw him again."

"She sobbed for two days," Isabel told him.

"I was seven! I was heartbroken!" I defended myself.

"I also told him about the time Tommy Simpson kissed you and then chased you right into the pond." Isabel was fond of sharing embarrassing memories.

"I had forgotten about that," I laughed. "But in my defense, he was icky."

I leaned back against Sebastian's chest, feeling it vibrate with his laughter. I was relieved he was so amused by my sister and that she already seemed so at home with him. Of course, Isabel is at home with everybody. And he'd opened up to her instead of shutting down like he had with Sam. I thought that was interesting. "I'm afraid of what else she might have told you," I said.