North Star Boys

Chapter Twelve: I have a sister?

I woke up to a text from Dylan. She broke up with me. I probably am not reacting in a way that I should be. To be honest, I think that I fell in love with the memories and missed my best friend more than anything else. I had another text from Mateo.

                                                                                          Mateo

Can you call me later?

                                                                                                                                                   Sure, what's up?

I need some help on my homework.

                                                                                                                                         Why don't ask Sonya?

She can't. It's about our family tree.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        ...

                                                                                                                                Oli and I will call you later.

Thank you!

I don't want to do this. Oliver will know more than I do. Mateo's lucky that I love him. I'll have to talk to Oli about it later though because we are doing a collaboration with Patrick Starr. I go into my bathroom and change into a pair of black pants, a white tee-shirt, and black button-up that I left unbuttoned. Although, I couldn't find my white high tops. I know exactly who to blame. He is always stealing my stuff. I walk out of the bedroom that I share with Darren out into the hall. The carpet rubs at my black socks as I make my way to the room at the end of the hall. I pound on the door to see a surprised Bae. I ask him where my brother is. He opens the door wider to reveal a sleeping Oliver. He must of stayed up late making music. I step into the room, grab a pillow off of Regie's bed, and chuck it at my brother's head. Oliver rolls over to see who hit him but when he sees that it's me, he takes the pillow and shoves his face into it, so that he sleeps on his stomach. "Where's my shoes?" He grumbles into the pillow but I don't hear a word that he is saying. "Oliver! Come on, we have the collab with Patrick Starr today. I need my shoes." I step closer to my brother's bed. He lifts his head from the pillow to say that they are in the closet. I pull Bae's pillow out from under his head, throw it back onto the opposite bed, and grab my shoes out of Oliver's closet. 

The boys and I pull up to the place that Patrick Starr and us were going to film. Our video is us boys putting makeup onto Patrick and his video will be putting makeup on one of us. Let's just say that there was a lot of laughter involved. "I don't know what I'm doing," Darren calls out as the boys took turns doing one thing at a time. Patrick complimented me for being a natural. We were all surprised when Regie did a step without instruction and did it perfectly.

"What?" He looks up at all of us oohing. "I've had a lot girlfriends. You would not believe how many of them wanted me to do their makeup."

"Char tried to teach me and it ended in a train wreck," Darren admitted. After about thirty minutes, Patrick said that we were done and I have to admit that us boys did a decent job. Patrick conquered.