Petals on The Moon || Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Fem!OC

LXV

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Hello again.

I am not good at saying things like sorry, even though I never really have to do it, but I handed Sebastian the box with a steaming hot burger in it, and he just stared at me from his sad air mattress in the floor of the basement. "Sorry for being mean."

Sebastian, to my surprise, sat right up and grabbed the box. "Well I'll be damned." He grinned like nothing was ever wrong and opened up the box. "Extra bacon and avocado!"

"You mentioned bacon I think," I muttered, taking a step back. Sebastian removed a piece and extended it to me. "Um, no thank you." I looked down. "So... do you forgive me?"

"I wasn't even mad at you." I glanced at him, and he dribbled ketchup on his chin. "Nah, man, I was just giving you space. I remember everyone smothering me when my dad went out. Worst time of my life. And I know how you are." I waited. He ate another big bite and swallowed. "I wanted to check on you. And I knew I would step in if it got too much. But a little indulgence is okay every once in a while, and... Well, don't take this the wrong way, but you can only hold together a broken pot for so long. Sometimes, you need to let it shatter."

I had never really thought about it that way. For so long, I had just been piling band-aid after band-aid on top of everything that was wrong with me, and everyone else maybe just kind of let me because they thought that was the right thing to do. And I don't know how he knew, but Sebastian just let me fall apart for a few days, which was when I- and I think everyone else- realized it wasn't all cupcakes and roses. "So... are you moving back upstairs?"

"Well." He stood up, and sucked ketchup from his fingers. He placed the box on the old computer desk, which was now full of power tools and nails, and he looked around the basement. "See, I'm planning to expand this place, and I was thinking... if I make it really nice, I can not only make it a great music room for us and add an outdoor exit, but I can also turn it into my knew room. Just add a sheet sectioner or something, y'know? Then, it'll basically be like we're independent again." He stared at my face. "C'mon, sharing a room is hell. It was never going to last."

He was right, of course. We are very incredibly different people. And as we get older, it is only weirder and weirder to have to share a room. I used to think it was a bad idea to give the twins a whole room, but now I fully disagree. I wish they each had their own rooms, actually. It is a good thing that Sebastian and I should not be living here by the time they do need their own rooms. "Well, how are you doing to do this?"

"Little of this, little of that." The lack of a definitive answer made my stomach drop. "And, um, I'm not telling Mom, since she'd never say yes." I frowned. "So... I need your help convincing her and Felix to take a trip."

"Um-"

"Even just for a weekend," Sebastian insisted. "Guarantee I can get the loudest work done within the weekend."

"You should be very happy that they do not like to come down here." They really only ever go down there if we are both down there. If only one of us is down there, they send the other person to summon the sibling.

"Yeah, I'd probably get my ass beat." He pointed at wall opposite to the stairs. "That's the same wall as the back of the house I'm thinking a little excavation and adding a door, and poof- I basically have my own mini-apartment. Plus the kitchen is just upstairs, so the only thing I'd need the rest of the house for is pooping. And my family, of course."