The Styles Triplets

Chapter 7

Today is one of those days. Where time goes by slowly. And also the day where a woman gets their monthly visitor. I've warned everyone to keep clear from me as I'm afraid what would happen if I cross paths with someone.

Everywhere that I have been, Edward has been mysteriously there too. So let's hope that he doesn't happen to be stalking me today because I can't deal with my period and him.

I'm literally laying on the floor of my room, attempting to find a good position to lay and watch Netflix from my laptop. But nothing seems to be working.

A knock comes from my door, and I'm hoping it's just the door creaking because I don't want to deal with anyone right now. But just my luck, the door opens and a face that looks like two others walks in.

"Hey Baylee," Marcel says, sticking his head through the crack. "You've been up here all day. Is something wrong?"

I just grunt at him, looking back to my laptop.

"Is this to do with Edward?" He says, opening the door wider.

"Hell no. Edward can't cause what I am feeling right now," I say. Knowing well that he can cause many things, but period pain is where he lacks that skill.

"Baylee, one second. I'll be back," He says leaving my room.

I get up, very slowly, from the weird position I am in on the floor, and head towards my bathroom. I open the cabinet under the sink and take out some anti-period pain tablets.

I then walk back to my room and collapse onto my bed. Realising that my laptop is on the floor, I reach over the grab it but am suddenly stopped by the door slamming open.

There. In the doorway. Marcel. Holding four massive Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Therapy Tubs, and two spoons. One for each hand I hope.

"How did you know that is my favourite flavour of Ben and Jerry's?!" I asked, reaching for my laptop and pulling it up on to my bed.

"I have my ways," He says winking at me and heading towards me putting the tubs on my bed along with the spoons.

"Is it okay if I stay? I totally understand if you don't want company," he says shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Who else would I want to share all this ice-cream with, then the guy who got it!" I say excitedly.

He laughs, presses play and gets comfy at the front of my bed, sitting on the floor. "Gilmore Girls?" He asks.

"It's my period show!" I say, laughing with him. "Wait, how do you know what to do when a girl is on her period?" I ask, tilting my head.

Marcel looks awkward when I mention the P-word, so I know for future reference not to mention it. But then he looks like he's having an inner conflict. Similar to the one that Harry had, the first day we got here. He then says, "I've seen my fair share of TV shows."

I don't believe him one bit, but I go along with him, knowing if I ask questions I'll be turned down.

As soon as the theme song starts playing, my door then slams open, again, but with Harry standing in the doorway, staring at us.

"Are you watching Gilmore Girls?" He asks, shock written all over his face.

"Yes, we are," I say, "Wanna join?"

Harry doesn't reply and only jumps on the bed, whilst skillfully grabbing Marcel's spoon. He then takes a big spoonful of ice-cream and shoves it into his mouth.

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After watching six episodes from the third season, it was about 10 pm and we were all getting tired. Marcel and Harry decided they should go back to their rooms to get some sleep.

That was probably the best time I have had with them. I'm surprised they watch Gilmore Girls. Did not peg them as the type to watch such a girly show.

Even though I am exhausted, I'm having troubles trying to sleep. So I grab the left over ice-cream and head down to the kitchen. I place the ice-cream in the freezer and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

As I'm closing the door to the fridge, I hear footsteps heading this way. Believing that there was a murder in the house, I hide behind the kitchen island, out of direct eye line from the entrance.

"Baylee?" The voice says.

This is where my life ends.

"Baylee, I know you are in here." That's when I recognised it was my dad.

I get up from behind the island, and he turns on the light.

"Hey, Dad," I say, smiling awkwardly

"Were you hiding?" he asks.

"No, I dropped my water bottle," I quickly say, trying to disguise the fact that I was in fact hiding.

"Just so you know, all the doors and windows are locked, and no one would dare try to break into this house," he says laughing at me.

I try to laugh but I'm still getting over the mini heart attack.

"So are you enjoying your time here?" He asks, sitting down at the table, gesturing I should too.

"Surprisingly yes. What about you?" I say, taking a sip from my water bottle.

"Yes, I am. I'm glad you're having fun," he says, Standing up and grabbing his own water bottle from the fridge. "I was wondering if you were up to going into town tomorrow."

"I'm always up for going into town," I say smiling.

"Good. I want you to show the boys around," he orders.

"You're not coming?" I ask.

"There's no point. You're seventeen, almost eighteen and they're eighteen. You four are responsible to look after yourselves and each other." He says, sitting back down.

I must've pulled a sour face because Dad asked, "Why don't you look happy?"

"I am. I promise. I'm just trying to avoid one of them in particular," I reply, sighing.

"I assume Edward?" He asks, knowing the answer before I actually answer.

I look down and quickly nod my head.

"I know you two have a past together. But you should try and be civil. You two are now step-siblings," he says, making me shiver at the thought of what we did on the counter behind me, and the words 'step-siblings'.

"We're chalk and cheese dad. There are no common interests between us anymore," I say.

"But chalk can be yellow, and so can cheese." He states. I just roll my eyes. "Just try to make a common interest, Baylee. And if you want to rekindle what happened, go for it." He says.

"Dad. They're technically my brothers," I say, making him note that incest is not my type of thing.

"Whatever you say." He says winking, getting up from the table and walking away.

Why is he pressuring me to date Edward again? That is just disgusting. He needs to go to a mental institute.