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seventeen: the morning.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

I wake up the next morning to my phone vibrating over and over again. I never turn on alarms so it's not some stupid alarm I accidentally set. I decide to ignore it and slowly drift back to sleep until I feel the leg wrapped around mine kick me and hear a groan. I blindly grab my phone from the nightstand and pull it towards me. It lighting up and causing me to squint. Once my eyes focus, I see that my brother's are blowing up the group chat.

doofus (stephen): Stella

goofus (markus): wake up bitch we need help

poofus (grey): be fucking nice you idiot

Then there's an entire thread of Markus and Greyson going back and forth that I scroll past and completely ignore.

doofus: Anyway when are you coming home?

I literally just left.

goofus: yeah steph realized he cant do this whole mafia thing without you

doofus: He's incorrect.

poofus: i just need you because the masculine energy in this house is intoxicating

goofus: he came out and dont know how to act

poofus: kys.

Me: jesus fuck what do you idiots want? im trying to fucking sleep

I exit out of the app but Markus replies before I can even tap on another app.

goofus: come home mf

Yeah, because that's exactly how you ask your sister to come home.

Me: not today. probably not until after we come back from italy

poofus: WHAT

doofus: You're fucking joking

Me: this week i need to get to know how their mafia works around here, next week we'll be in italy for the wedding and we're supposed to go on a "honeymoon" and i think that'll be in italy too
Me: so yeah, im pretty booked for the next two weeks or so

goofus: jesus fuck
goofus: that means we'll be in italy next week too?

Me: yes
Me: start packing sometime this weekend!!
Me: markus facetime me whenever you start packing so i know what youre wearing

I turn my phone on do not disturb after that and place it on the nightstand. I go to turn on my side and fall back asleep, but it's only then when I realize Leo's arm is wrapped around my waist, his head is resting on my stomach, and our legs are all tangled together.

Didn't I tell this motherfucker to not touch me or he'll die?

He just loves playing with death, doesn't he?

"Wake up, you idiot. That pillow clearly didn't fucking help," I groan as I slap his head. He flinches and looks up at me. His arms still wrapped around my waist and our legs still tangled.