The Decuplets

Scarlett Starts the Stew

Scarlett

Party party party.

Another day, another party.

I've been too calm.

I mean, if you ask my brothers, I've been off the rails.

But I would never  fuck Gage.

Ever.

Anyways, I need to stir the pot.

No, I need ingredients.

I need to begin the stew.

That makes no sense.

Okay, I want to get with someone today.

No, two people.

I can't willingly follow that rule Brandon set.

To get on cloud nine, I decided a beer pong game with my brothers would do the trick.

Reece, Finn, Max, and Noah were at the table– typical.

I versed Reece, which is equivalent to drinking (at least) ten shots.

A.K.A downing every cup.

And just as predicted, I made zero shots because he made 4 in a row and I couldn't bounce back.

"You feeling alright there, kid?" Reece laughed, watching me stumble.

I grabbed the counter as my knees buckled. "Dandy!"

"Careful tonight," Max eyed me.

"Yeah, yeah," I waved off.

I felt great.

"Hey, Scarlett!" Somebody engulfed me in their arms.

I hugged back before even knowing who it was.

Oh, he looked great.

"Hi, Sal!" I smiled after I pulled away.

"Woah, I love your perfume," he commented, "that's angelic!"

I blushed.

Ah shit. I blushed.

"Blushing already, Romano? I haven't even tried to flirt yet," he smirked, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"You were gonna try?" I tried to smirk, but I think it was just a drunk happy smile.

"Of course," he replied, "I can't stop thinking of you since that day."

The day his skateboard rammed into me.

That sounds less romantic outloud...

"You look really good," I checked him out.

He jokingly flipped his hair. "I got a haircut."

"Looks good!"

"You look," he looked me up and down, "too good."

How do I get this man to myself right now?

"Want to see my room?" I asked.

Well, that is one way to do it...

Uncharming, but straight-forward.

He laughed. "I would love to."

He grabbed my hand and I led the way.

I looked both ways before walking in and shutting the door behind us.

And yes, I locked it.

Just in case.

Like little horndogs, we both got right to it.

The makeout was great, lovely even.

We cuddled even for a bit after, and had that awkward 'we are okay as just makeout-buddies' talk– we are, by the way.

I then knew I needed more alcohol, so I went to down some more shots.

"Give me that, please and thanks!" I grabbed a handle from Liam and took a good amount.

"Yo, too much," Liam snatched the bottle back.

"Perfect, actually," I sloppily smiled.

I tried to go around and hold some conversations, but the couch was calling my name.

Without caring to acknowledge my surroundings, I plopped down on the couch.

My neck leaned back as my body soaked into the pillow-like fabric.

"Tiring, huh?" a voice spoke beside me.

"Huh?" I said, not opening my eyes.

"So many shots," the male voice continued.

I looked up at him.

Kane.

"Yeah, it's draining," I answered, "but I'm not exactly tired. Just bored."

"Me too," he agreed.

We ended up playing twenty questions.

His favorite color was red.

He had a dog named Coop.

He wants to play Hockey professionally.

Hot...

He is attractive.

He's tall.

Okay, those were just observations...

Anyways, I want to get with him!

And he wants to as well, I think.

I moved closer, trying to be slick.

"You said you travel up to your lake-house every summer, right?" I smiled, tucking my hair behind my right shoulder.

"Every summer," he replied, placing his left hand on my right thigh.

Oh, I for sure got the vibe right.

"Why don't we go talk somewhere private?" he suggested.

"The lake, perhaps?" I stood up.

He followed.

Never did I think I'd get with Kane, but hey, he's cute!

We sat on this bench under a tree outside, the lake as our view.

He was good with his hands.

Honestly, he shocked me.

I always thought he was shy and quiet, but I guess the rumor that those boys are freakiest is true!

Gage ended up calling in the middle of our makeout, and Kane had to leave to find him.

It was for the best.

If Gage saw us, he'd drown Kane in that very lake.

I stayed out on that bench, admiring the house from afar.

The sun had set and the yellow lighting beamed through the windows.

The place looked magical.

I was growing anxious of being this drunk all the way out here, but I couldn't move.

And this bench was oddly comfortable.

The last thing I recall was yawning.