Brooklyn brought Abi and I to the teeny living room. There were four boys sitting in the couch and Jessica in the blondie's lap and Rayna in other curlyhead's lap. The first curlyhead we met also sat in a chair. "Boys, this is Angel and Satan. Girls, this is Louis-my boyfriend-, Niall-Jessica's boyfriend-, Harry-Rayna's boyfriend-, and Liam, who recently broke up with a jerk named Regina." Brooklyn introduces us. "Hey!" Abi greets, waving a bit. When I don't say anything, Abi decides to take action.
"This here is my best sister, Satan. She means to say hello, but she's shy.. And an orphan.." She mutters the last part. I hope to God that nobody hears. I don't want nor need pity. "Why the crutches and hats?" Blondie/Niall asks, gesturing to our toques and crutches. "Let's not talk about that." Jessica says for us, placing a finger in Niall's lips. "Get a room, gammit!" I shout, causing everyone to look at me strangely. "What?"
Rayna face palms at everybody's reaction and Brooklyn sighs. "What the sh---" Begins Louis, but I glare daggers at him. He stops talking completely. "I apologize for that. Satan hasn't had any human contact outside of Angel here for almost twelve months." Rayna explains. "Yeah..." I sigh as I ease myself into a chair.
"We're almost fourteen.." Abi mutters. The boys' jaws drop in unison. "YOU WERE IN THE HOSPITAL FOR A WHOLE YEAR??" Shouts the boys. "Don't remind me." I growl. Rayna understands what she needs to do, and pops up. "Yeah.. Um, Abi, Violet, follow me. I'll show you where the bunks are.." She beckons. We pop up and follow her, leaving the rest in the living room.
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I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus
FanficViolet Humstrum is out of the hospital, and twelve times as fabulous than before. After fixing the universe (Somewhat.) and getting discharged, she's ready to rock the world. Step one: touring with One Direction!
