Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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The homework is going...
..on the floor.
I giggle, lying on my back on Florence's bed, some movie playing in the background.
She's lying on the floor, for some reason.
We go silent for a moment.
"I love your name," I tell her, "Florence," I say, waving my hands in the air, "it's so pretty."
"Thanks," she replies, "guess where I was conceived."
It takes me a moment until the realisation hits me and I turn to lie on my stomach, sitting up to look down at Florence.
I open my mouth in shock, before falling back on the bed in fits of laughter and she starts laughing too.
"Oh my God, that's funny," I snort.
"I love your eyes," she comes up and sits next to me on the bed, moving her hand to poke my left eye.
"You can make them roll," I slap her hand away.
"Girl, I would," she nods her head vigorously.
"I will put a pillow here to separate us," I tell her seriously, slapping the small space of the bed between us.
"Please," she shakes the hair out of her face, "no lowsy pillow will keep me away from my true love."
I stare at her for a moment, then start laughing again.
"If I were a lesbian, I'd have a crush on you," I tell her.
"Girl, I do have a crush on you," she smirks before it drops, "Actually, I don't know if I should take that as a compliment taken the fact that a week ago you were dating Leo."
"Ugh," I groan, "get away from me," I push her face and roll over so I'm not facing her.
"It's true!" She chuckles.
"Girl, you admitted he was hot when we first spoke about him!" I spin around.
"Shoo," she flicks me.
"You shoo," I scowl, flicking her back.
- LATER IN THE EVENING -
"Everyone! Come downstairs!" Harry hollers from downstairs.
With a sigh, I force myself off of my bed and down the stairs.
Emilio is in front of me, and appears to be even more tired than I am as he walks down the stairs slowly in his pyjamas and massive turtle slippers.
"Bro," he sighs, shaking his head, "what is the need for us to be sociable at this late hour?"
"I agree," I groan as we walk into the living room.
We both flop down onto a sofa next to each other, and I rest my head on his shoulder, shutting my eyes.
"No sleeping yet, Chiara," Harry claps his hands, making me scowl and lift my head.
"The rest of them aren't even here yet," I groan.
"You're right," he nods, "they seriously need to hurry up."
He walks out towards the stairs and starts shouting again, making the rest of my brothers leave their rooms and come down.
"The swear jar is officially full," Harry stands in the middle of the room whilst the rest of us sit down.
I perk up slightly at his words - this time the swear jar took a lot longer to fill up as all of us (except Taylor) were a lot less willing to lose our money again.
I glance out the side of my eye at Taylor, only to find him sitting and staring at me with a large smirk on his face.
I don't know what he's smirking at - he's losing this.
I throw him a confused glance until Harry cracks open the large jar, notes held together by coloured paperclips overflowing out of it.
He gets to counting and I sigh, resting my head against the sofa.
"Huh," he mumbles, running a hand through his hair and staring at the piles of money in front of him.
I tilt my head to look at him, wondering what he's confused by.
Surely it's simple; Taylor clearly lost.
"This can't be right," he mutters to himself, although all of us hear it.
"What's wrong," Lorenzo chuckles, crossing his arms, "can't count that I won?"
"No, it's not that," Harry shakes his head before hesitating, "Taylor won."
"What?!" I exclaim, fully awake now.
Taylor stands up, rubbing his jaw, "well, guess I can collect my money now."
"Hold up," Harry stands and blocks Taylor from the pile of money.
"So Chiara lost then?" Noah asks.
"Hey! There's no way I lost!" I argue.
"She's right," Lorenzo says, stood by the pile of money, "the loser was Harry."
There's a moment of silence.
"What?" Emilio almost cries in laughter.
"What did you do?" I look over to Taylor.
He just gives me an innocent 'who, me?' look which I roll my eyes at.
I look over to Giovanni, expecting his input, but he's just looking at all of us with a small smile.
Weirdo - we're literally trying to solve a crime here.
"Fess up, Taylor," Noah says from where he's sat.
I look up at Taylor expectantly but he offers nothing but an offended look.
"Guys, why does nobody believe I won? Proof is right there," he gestures towards the paperclips and jar discarded on the floor.
"I don't like this," Harry shakes his head.
"That's just because you weren't able to rob us of our money again," Taylor scoffs.
"Bro, I've got to tell Archie about this," I laugh, grabbing my phone.
"Right! We are officially never doing a swear jar ever again," Harry announces.
"Fuck yeah!" Lorenzo and I both cheer.
"Any ideas of what I should buy with my money?" Taylor comes over to where Emilio and I are sat with a wide grin - this is the happiest I've ever seen him.
"A gun," I look at him deadpan, pausing my message to Archie.
"Already got one of them, kid," he chuckles.
"What did you do, Taylor?" Emilio asks.
"Just a bit of magic," he shrugs, nonchalant.
(AN - I feel like because this one is short it could've been a .5 one but also felt like it couldn't be one....so that's why it's short.
Sorry but a girl is TIRED.
also...exams in less than a month and there's been a scary LACK of revision done.
At this point I'm relying on thoughts and prayers xx)
