These Boys Put Abercrombie Models To Shame!

These Boys Put Abercrombie Models To Shame! Ch.2

Everyone continued to stare.

"No," one boy, maybe Logan, finally said, "Thats not Addison." The rest of the boys nodded in agreement.

"Is too." I argued and susannah went into the kitchen, but no one else moved. I sighed, really? They werent going to believe me? Here we go, i thought.

"Jordan when you where five you fell off the swing and have to have an ambulance come and get you because you broke your leg and arm." Jordan blushed, his chocolate brown hair fell into his eyes, his hair had grown but his freckles still stayed the same, scattered all across his nose and onto his cheeks.

"which arm?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Left." I answered automatically.

"Welcome back Addi!" we both laughed and bounded over to me and gave me a big hug, even picking me up off the floor. What is it with this family and hugs? Everyone of the boys finally nodded their approval and took turns giving me hugs before heading into the kitchen. Finally once i had hugged all of them i made my way into the kitchen to find them all standing around holding plates, not even filling them up, even though stuff the make tacos was obviously on the counter.

"What are y'all waiting for?" i questioned. Justin cleared his throat, he always was the quiet one.

"You." he said. i guess i looked confused because Chance took the liberty of clarifying what Justin meant. "Ladies first." ohhhh.

I couldnt say i wasnt shocked. Maybe susannah did do a good job with all of these boys after all. Maybe living here wouldnt be that bad. "Shut up before you jinx yourself!" i thought to myself.

So i grabbed my plate and started making a taco, with all the boys following right behind me. i looked over at the dining table to see susannah sitting there smiling, obviously proud of all of her sons manners.

Once i was finished making my taco, all of the boys were done too, i  went to sit down at the table but i noticed all of the seats were taken except for one. Between Chance and Matt.

I didnt have a problem with matt, but chance was a whole other story.

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*FLASHBACK*

"You cant just leave!" Chance shouted, his cheeks were flushed and he looked as if he were about to start crying right then, but i knew chance and he wouldnt cry. one of his brothers might hear and he'd never live it down. Id never once seen Chance cry, and id known him all my life.

"I dont have a choice!" i screamed back. a tear slid down my cheek. Chance reached over and brushed it off.

"I thought you were my best friend." He stared down at the ground, not looking me in the eye. another tear escaped, but this time instead of wiping it away he pushed me out of the doorway and stormed out of my house.

Whenever he pushed me, i fell backwards, i ended up hitting my door and the corner of it scratched my stomach leaving a scar, right above my waist. I know he saw it happen, but he still left. Another tear escaped, as bad as i wanted him to be there and wipe it away, he wasnt, and wouldnt. 

When my mother asked how i had got the scar, i told her i tripped and she didnt pry. 

Every night i would look at my scar, it was my only real reminder of chance daniels and his family.

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i know its short, sorry! Comment, please! do you think Chance has changed?