Leaving Home (On Hold)

Chapter 5

                The adjustment period after I moved in with the guys was harder than any of us thought it would be. I mean, I lived with Cain and Asher for fifteen years and Austin practically lived at our house growing up so it shouldn’t have been much different, but it was. I think it had to do with the fact that there were no parents and it was just the four of us on our own. Not to mention the fact that between school and work, the guys got home at very odd, irregular hours. It was quite an adjustment for all of us, but after two weeks, we had it down to a science.

“Kaysie, are you ready yet?” Cain yelled from the living room, sounding impatient.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I answered as I walked down the stairs, shoes in hand, adjusting my dress.

“It’s about time. Let’s go,” Cain said without even glancing at me as he walked to the front door, opened it, and started walking to his tuck. I followed with my shoes still in my hand, deciding to put them on when we got there.

“Where’s Asher and Austin?” I asked as Cain started the truck and reversed out of the driveway.

“They’re already there. They went after class ended to help Jesse set up,” he answered with a slight tone of irritation in his voice.

I decided to let it go and instead looked out the window at the passing scenery.

                Cain had been moody for about a week now and no one knew why. Or at least if anyone did know, they weren’t saying anything. I had taken to either avoiding him or telling him to suck it up and deal with whatever was going on. He didn’t seem to like it too much when I did that. I didn’t mind though. If he wanted to be moody that was his problem, but there was no need to take it out on the rest of us when we didn’t even do anything.

“We’re here,” Cain stated a few minutes later when he parked in front of a house.

                The house wasn’t that big, but it was big enough. Even from inside Cain’s truck, I could hear the music clearly and I found myself tapping my foot to the beat. People were scattered all over the lawn and spilling out of the house in all stages of intoxication. I laughed as a guy came stumbling out of the house, tripped, and fell over the railing onto a couple rolling around in the grass. The sound of a door slamming brought me back to reality. Looking up I saw Cain had exited the truck and was walking around the front of it, giving me an impatient look. Rolling my eyes, I took the jacket I had on over my dress off and tossed it in the back seat before slipping my shoes on and stepping out of the truck.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Cain demanded as soon as he saw me.

“A dress,” I answered simply as I started to walk to the front door.

“Hold on. That’s not something my seventeen year old sister should be wearing,” Cain commented as he practically glared at the dress.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before yelling at me and rushing me out the door. This is what I had on and I like it so deal with it,” I responded becoming irritated.