Big Brothers, Little Sister

Vases

A/N: Hello, my dear candies. 🍬 No, I didn't forget about these guys. ;) Hehe. I am pretty preoccupied with Bts & Me, and I have a few chapters I'm working on in the drafts, so remember to head over there, read the first one, and vote. Remember to eat, drink water and give yourself a hug today, guys. Anyhow, enjoy this, and give me some damn prompts people. 

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Peter's Perspective (Youngest Brother, 16)

I groaned, my hands pressing into my eyes ferociously while I tried to reduce my stress. Of course I had to do this! At the worst time of all, to be honest, just as Jemma and Carter were working tirelessly to set up the surprise they'd promised for us. My heartbeat sped up at the prospect of another punishment, especially after Author had spent a whole minute lecturing me on the dangers of testing my new prototype bouncy ball in the middle of the family's living room. I had tried to halfheartedly salvage my experiment, arguing that my workshop, a spare room Carter and I skilfully designed and converted recently, was filled with too many other items. Dangerous items, not to be dropped or spilt. Author had retaliated that our living room, in all it's decorated glory, was not to be played in. 

he was right, and I was wrong, and the whole fucking situation could have been left at that, but I decided that my experiment's possible results were more important than the repercussions of Jay's belt on my behind. So here I am, trying to piece together the shards of an exquisite piece of pottery as a desperate attempt to piece together any remaining hope. The vase I broke was white, golden veins lined with blue running across it's smooth surface, and even in it's shattered form, glittering under the artificial lights. My hands were shaking as I manoeuvred the glue bottle I fetched from my lab into each thin crack, slowly realigning the sections so it roughly resembled it's initial form. 

My prototype and the results of this experiment were cautiously stowed away inside the dratted room, hidden until I was ready to deal with it again, but that was an issue for another time. The ewer was returned to it's original position, gently reflecting the sunlight into the room, and I inched my way out the corridor, checking for Author's steady footsteps nervously. I found my way into the quiet game room, seating myself opposite to Jay with what I hoped was a careless grin. "Hey, Jay!"

"What are you doing with your face?" Jay's alarm was enough to make me stop, and as I turned my head away from her, she quickly picked up on my unusual behaviour. "What's wrong? Did you do something?"

"No, I swear I didn't." I blurted out a lie shockingly fast, mentally slapping myself for the way it sounded. She's going to figure it out soon enough. "I just don't feel well."

"Peter, please don't bother." Jay hated lying with a passion, and I could feel her irritation building up. "You know I loathe lying."

"I'm not fucking lying!" I lied brashly, fidgeting under Jay's narrow gaze before she strode around the table towards me. My arguments quickly lost their confidence while my closest cousin checked for a temperature. "I was feeling sick all morning..."

"You don't have a fever. You don't have a runny nose. You don't have any muscle aches." Grabbing me by the ear, Jay pulled me off the seat and marched my into the corridor. Judging by her furrowed eyebrows and icy gaze, she was obviously intending on taking me to see Author, while encouraged me to flail against her grip until she twisted my year sharply. "Behave, Peter."

"You better, because I've got a problem to address too, kid." Author stepped out in front of us, and realising that I was dead, I stood in front of my two murderous family members limply. "My office, now. Jay, you can come too."