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Bonus Chapter: Wrong

AN: here's a bonus chapter. Enjoy, people.

This chapter is dedicated to @CupidVictimFifteen for your lovely messages and idea for this chapter!

Lexi's POV:

"WAKE UP LITTLE SIS!"

I opened my eyes as a huge weight leapt onto my curled up body, snapping me out of my dream. I blearily blinked away the last remnants of sleep and glared at my older brother.

"Sam, what the hell is wrong with you?!" I screeched, shoving him away.

With a cheeky grin he bounced on the bed. "Wake up! Wake up! It's your eighteenth birthday! We have lots to do!"

I slapped my dressing table and grabbed my alarm clock, staring at the red digits in disbelief. "It's nine o'clock in the morning."

"So?"

"It's nine o'clock in the morning on a Saturday."

"Again, so? It's your birthday! You're officially an adult. We need to celebrate early!"

"I shall celebrate my birthday in bed and refuse to get up until at least twelve." I snuggled deeper into my mountain of pillows and closed my eyes. I teetered on the edge of sleep, but was pulled back to reality as the covers were yanked off me, exposing me to the harsh cold air.

"Sam, what the f-"

"Ah, ah, ah." He cut in, shaking his head. "No swearing."

I scowled and pushed myself upright. "I'm legally an adult now- technically, I could move out if I wanted to."

"Like we'd let you." Thomas grinned, entering the room. He ruffled my hair and pulled me into a warm embrace. "Happy birthday, Lexi."

"It would be a lot happier if I was asleep." I yawned.

He chuckled. "Get ready, Sleeping Beauty, the others are waiting for you!"

"How long have you guys been up?" I asked, grabbing a set of random clothes and trudging to the bathroom.

"About two hours." Thomas shrugged. "We were setting everything up."

"Where are we going?" I shouted through the thick door, pulling on my favourite blue shirt and black jeans.

"We've planned a home party for you." He replied, smiling as I exited the bathroom. Slinging an arm around my shoulder, he continued, "we've also booked dinner at a restaurant later and then we'll go to the fair."

A faint smile tilted my lips upwards as the three of us walked down the hallway lined with many photos. Ever since my sixteenth birthday, the boys were determined to make it a tradition that at least once a year, we would visit the fair. So far, they've kept their promise- even going as far as to cancel important meetings with influential clients to uphold it.

We entered the kitchen and were immediately assaulted with brightly coloured pieces of paper and sparkles. My brothers and friends starting singing 'Happy birthday!' And I threw my head back and laughed.

"Who made the cake?" I asked in between chuckles.

"Your brothers did- they refused to let anyone else help." Savannah snorted, wresting a gun out of her three-year-old daughter's hand while Xavier watched in amusement. "No Clara, you are not allowed your gun until we get home!"

Clara frowned and pursed her lips, looking at West and pulled the oldest trick in the book- the puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for her, he had become immune to them.