Once we walk into Ashton's house, I hear loud screams and shouts.
I see a guy with bright red hair chasing around a tall blonde, Luke. The red head is most likely Michael since Calum has a blonde streak and has darker hair than Michael.
"This is normal, I'm pretty used to it." Ashton mutters, leading me into the kitchen. He grabs two beers from the fridge, handing me one and opening his own before taking a swig.
"Michael! Luke! We have a guest, can you please act like you two get along for once." Ashton shouts.
"I get along with him, it's just that Michael always has to start shit and I get mad." Luke explains, sitting at the counter, opening up a water bottle.
"Stop being a dumbass and maybe I won't be mean to you." Michael says, smacking Luke's back, hard before zooming upstairs, Luke running fast behind him.
"You get used to it." Ashton smiles.
"I grew up with three brothers, I'm used to it." I chuckle, taking a sip of my beer.
"Do you mind if I ask?"
"Ask what?"
"About your brothers. Do you still see them?"
"Well I moved out when I was sixteen and my brothers were either in college, engaged and I'm not sure where my younger brother was most of the time. I haven't seen them since before I moved out." I shrug
I loved my brothers. They helped me through tough times whenever they were around. They were so cool to hang out with and since they could drive before me, it helped with my parents when they were drunk off their ass.
"Would you ever want to find out where they are?" Ashton asks quietly.
"It would be cool but I don't know how comfortable I'd be with looking for them. Maybe they don't even want to meet me or they don't even remember me."
"I'm sure they remember you. You are their sister, they have to remember you."
"If I meant so much to them, they would remember me and look for me."
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