Second Choices ✨

Chapter 17: The Text

The Lacey's POV:
*Play: Come Prima - Tony Dallara*

Jet would walk into his house, sliding his shoes off and setting his skateboard against the wall. Jet could smell something being cooked in the kitchen, the scent filled the room quickly, almost putting jet into a trance. "Damn that smells good" He mumbled to himself. He hurried his way to the kitchen to find his mother cooking Porchetta, a pork dish popular in his home country. "Oh mama, that smells amazing!" He exclaimed, walking further into the kitchen to get a better whiff of the mouth watering dish. "Ahh.. Thank you Ragazzo. I've been working on it since you left" His mother said, turning to him with a bright smile. Her black hair framing her face like curtains. Jet couldn't help but smile at his mother's appearance, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. "Go get beavis and butthead for me will you?" She asked, turning back to the food. Beavis and Butthead was something his mother often called his brothers, Steven and Tony. Jet walked off to find his brothers, still drooling over the smell of food.

Jet walked through the living room, where his dad sat in his leather recliner, blankly staring at the sports on the tv. "Hello papa" He said blandly, picking up his pace before his father had time to respond. As he walked down a dimly lit hallway and nearly bumped into a side table that sat to the side of the walkway. His dad kept it dark in the house to save power. "The only light you need is from the sun, and if the sun isn't there to light things up, you should already be in bed" His father often told him as a kid. Jet couldn't help but smile, remembering his childhood. Walking further down the hallway, loud rock music thumped in his ears and shook his chest. Jet covered his ears the closer he got to the area of the noise, Steven's room. Jet banged on the door. "Hey butthead! Mom says it's time for dinner!" He shouted. He waited for a while, finally deciding to knock again but before he could the door swung open, a tall figure standing in front of him. Long fluffy black hair bouncing as he leaned out of the doorway, getting in jet's face. "Hey squirt!" Steven practically bursted jet's ear drums with his voice. "Turn off the music!" Jet shouted back. Steven looked back over his shoulder, staring at another person sitting on his bed. "Yo! Tony! Little man says to turn the music down!" Steven shouted back at the boy. Tony simply shook his head and leaned over to a huge speaker that sat next to the bed, twisting a knob that made everything go quiet. Tony sat back onto the bed, the frame creaking under his weight. Steven turned back to face Jet, a shit eating grin on his face as he grabbed Jet's shoulders and yanked him into the room.

Steven wrapped his arm around Jet's shoulder, shoving a finger into Jet's chest with his other hand. "Where have you been all day?" Steven questioned. "Probably snuck out to meet with his girlfriend Norah" Toby butted in, wiggling his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth bending upward. Jet frowned, shoving Steven off of him. "She's not my girlfriend Toby, we're just friends" jet groaned. "Well, That's what Toby said, then 3 days later he's bringing her over for dinner" Steven said, elbowing Toby, who did not look pleased by his words. "Yeah, but then she saw you and fell head over heels, and from that day forward I never brought a girl over for dinner." Toby mumbled, shooting a deadly glance at Steven, who simply gave his signature smile.

Steven and Toby were identical twins to most people, but not to Jet. He's lived with them for so long he can easily tell the difference. Both of them had voluminous, black, shoulder length hair that framed their face perfectly. They both had broad shoulders and were built like a ten story building. No matter how close they looked together and how many times they've been mistaken for each other, Jet still knew who was who.

To Jet, Steven was always the annoying one. He was excruciatingly loud and always picked on him. Toby on the other hand, had hair that was a little longer and fluffier and was often quiet, but still enjoyed picking on Jet with Steven. Jet knew they were only joking around so he never took it to heart, he truly looked up to both of them. They were both older than him and made a rock band together called Bloomz n Bangerz which were actually quite popular in the place they live. They hosted shows and were well known by thousands, but neither of them were very bright. Jet knew he got the brains of the family, always getting top of his class which made his parents proud. Deep down he knew his parents had him as a last hope for a kid to make them proud, and he knew that he constantly had to carry his brothers' weight, but he didn't mind. He loved his annoying likable brothers more than anything.

A booming voice echoed through the hallway. "Boys! Your mother says it's time for dinner!" His father called, startling all three of the brothers. "I think I peed a little" Steven blurted out, glancing at the other two who bursted out laughing. Tony shot up off the bed, slapping the back of Jet's neck before running out the door. "I get the comfortable chair!" Tony yelled. Steven grinned as he scooped up jet, throwing him over his shoulder and running out of the room.

"Put me down you dickhead!" Jet protested, kicking his legs and pounding his fits into his brother's back. "Jet! Watch your language!" His mother said, serving a plate of food to toby. Her long, curly, black hair pulled into a high bun that looked bigger than her head with a couple fly-aways sticking out. His father sat at the edge of the table, leaning back in his chair. Jet's father kept his hair slicked back and barely visible stubble sprinkled his upper lip and chin. "Yeah little dude, watch that mouth before I wash it with soap" Steven said sarcastically. Jet continued to squirm, trying to get away from his older brother. "Set your brother down, son." His father said coldly, Jet could feel the chills that went up Steven's spine. "Sorry papa" Steven said, setting Jet down in a chair before sitting down next to him.

Toby scooched over far enough to where he was sitting next to knee to knee with Jet. Steven leaned around Jet, waving his hand in Toby's direction. "Can you pass me the salt Tobias?" Steven asked in the most polite way he could, trying to behave in front of his father. Toby grinned goofily. "I don't know, can I?" he asked sarcastically. Jet let out a little snort, before covering his mouth when he felt his brother glaring at him.

His mother finished serving the rest of the food before taking off her apron and sitting down herself. The family sat in silence for a while, the only noise heard was the tv his father was watching from the kitchen table and the sounds of forks clinking against plates. "So." His mother broke the silence. "Steven says you got a girlfriend, what's her name?" she asked. Steven raised his cup to his face, hiding his shit eating grin. "Her name is Norah mama, and she's very beautiful" Toby responded, giving Jet a smirk before returning back to his food and eating a bit. "For the last time, She's not my girlfriend!" Jet shouted, throwing his arms out in defense. His father slammed his hand down on the table. Steven jumped, almost spilling his water all over him. "God damn it Jetson! Can you shut up for a second? You made me miss the point tally!" His father spat at Jet. Toby stared down at his plate, not daring to look up, too scared of being yelled at himself.

"Sorry papa." Jet said, embarrassed. Jet's father stood up, leaving his plate half full before walking back into the living room, his joints popping on the way there. "Didn't know dad was advertising rice krispies" Steven mumbled. "Snap, crackle, pop!" Toby continued. The table erupted into laughter, everyone tuning in their own snorts and wheezes. "Oh my god.." Jet said, wiping tears from his cheeks. "That was the best thing I ever heard" His mother chimed in, fanning herself.

For the rest of dinner the air was replaced with chit-chat and laughter instead of the awkward silence that always hung over the table. The family had a mutual understanding they could be themselves around each other when dad wasn't around.

After putting his dish into the sink and telling his mother goodnight he headed off to bed. Walking down the dark hallway and reaching his bedroom door. It's covered in some old stickers and a name tag that read's "Jetson" on it from his childhood. He opened in and took a quick glance around his room, it's not very decorated and he liked it that way, plain and simple. As he shut the door behind him he could hear his brothers scrambling down the hallway, shouting and wrestling with each other. He shook his head, unable to hide his smile. He crawled into bed, shutting off the lamp on his bedside table. As the darkness set over his room like a blanket, he heard his phone ring. He smiled, expecting it to be Mike, seeing as he always texted him goodnight, but instead, he was met with a message from norah.

The conversation soon came to an end, Norah inviting Jet's family over for dinner. Even though he agreed, he couldn't help but worry this was a bad idea.