The Decuplets

Ella Romano x 2

Ella

Night 2.

The first night was obviously ridiculously full of drama. And boys. Three boys—a personal record for my partying career.

So who knows what tonight has in store! (A lot, it turns out).

The night began, as always, in Scarlett's room with vodka in hand. We had no intention of braving the brothers sober. We needed to be absolutely gone.

The day, as one could predict, was awkward. We kept to ourselves, hanging out with Gage and Parker and furthering their anger. Scarlett left me for some time, during which I just didn't leave my room. We refused to listen to any of them. But now that we were drunk, all of that was quickly forgotten.

Scarlett and I stumbled downstairs, already giggling as our heads spun.

"Oh my God," Clay groaned, "how could we have let them drink again?"

Brandon looked distraught. "I can't believe I've been so careless! This is a disaster!"

Reece laughed and promised, "they're not your responsibility."

"They kinda are," he disagreed, now pacing.

"Oh my God, Scar," I lamented loudly, dramatically sarcastic, "I need to have sex right now, someone find Parker!"

She repressed a laugh and grabbed my hand, adding, "I'm not sure I can even make it to a room! I need to fuck Gage right here on the floor in front of all of my brothers!"

Brandon grabbed our wrists and demanded, "this is not funny." He glanced around at all the brothers. "We need to have an eye on them all night. I need babysitters. Stat."

"I call Ella," Reece smirked.

"Wait, what? I—" Zach began, but Brandon cut him off.

"Whatever, just take her," he sighed, handing me off to him.

Reece and I spent the next 30 minutes in the kitchen eating ice cream as the party raged on around us. It was so hot I thought my mascara was melting. I felt gross, mentally and physically.

"Do you hate me now?" I asked weakly, dropping my spoon into the bowl.

Reece looked taken aback. We had hardly said a word. "What? Of course not!"

"I feel like you all hate me now," I said, sniffling. "But I didn't do anything!"

"I could never hate you, El," he replied, forcing a smile through his concern.

Looking for reassurance, I leaned on the edge of my barstool and kissed him.

He pulled away. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea."

"I don't care," I insisted. "Since when have we ever been a great idea?"

He laughed. "Never," he answered as he kissed me once quickly, taking my hand and dragging me up the stairs towards his room.

I was giggling as he picked me up and threw me onto his bed. The world was spinning and my smile was almost too wide to kiss him back.

"I take it back," he said, his breathing uneven, "this is always a fantastic idea." I responded by pressing my lips to his again and pulling him in tighter.

"Seems like someone has missed me," he laughed. "Parker didn't do the trick?"

I rolled my eyes and began to take my shirt off, then moving on to his. "You talk too much," I huffed.

He shrugged, kissing me and unclipping my bra. As he began to unbutton my shorts, I grabbed his wrist.

"We're not having sex, by the way."