cutie ✧･ﾟ wilk

four

anastasia ramirez;

sammy had ended up going home at around half nine. he'd ended up putting ivanna back down on the sofa, rewrapping her in the blanket i put her in earlier and resting her head down peacefully on a soft pillow before he rejoined me in the kitchen. we both finished the food and he'd gathered the plates up ignoring my protests and placed them in the bowl.

it was now half ten and i'd placed ivanna back into her bed. surprisingly she was still asleep and hadn't moved an inch. i just chuckled, sorting her out. i was now lying about on the sofa, awaiting the return of one of my siblings but my eye lids grew heavy and i fell asleep quickly.

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"yoo sissssyyy!"

mason's drunken slurs awoke me as he pushed the living room door shut far too loud, smashing it shut almost. i could smell the stench of alcohol flowing off him, the chinese food he was holding in his hands had a sickly smell coming off it causing me to want to throw up.

he plopped himself down on the sofa opposite me, raising an eyebrow before digging into his chinese food from down the road with the black plastic fork that they gave everyone. you know the type that snap easily.

that's exactly what happened as he stabbed into the chicken bites he got.

he cursed out loudly as it snapped, the sound piercing my ears and causing me to wince. mason, however, just looked awfully pissed off in his drunken state.

he stood up, placing the food down on the coffee table and giving an exasperated sigh before trailing off into the kitchen - returning later with a stainless steel fork.

"sorted." he mumbled to himself, picking back up the food and slouching down in the couch whilst resting the food in his lap, his legs crossed. he suddenly looked over at me. he must've noticed the plates in the bowl that i didn't clean up.

"so did that guy come around? whatever his name is?" he asked, stuffing a chicken bite and noodles into his mouth. he ate like a pig and him eating made me want to throw up even more than the cheap smell coming off the chinese food.

i just nodded, covering my nose to kill off some of the stench and watched as he just laughed. "what?" i asked.

"did the guy come round?" 

"yes." i muttered back, rolling my eyes and turning my direction to the blank television screen. "why do you ask?" i asked, still not facing him as i yawned a little.

"i wanted to meet him!" he whined, looking at me as he slurped up a noodle. "what's his name?"

"sam."

"is he nice? isn't he from big town?" he asked, pointing in the direction of the wealthier town in his drunk state. i just gave a huff and nodded, pissed off with the drunken state his friends had allowed my older brother to get in.

"yes. he's a recording artist."

"damn, you bagged it good sis! can i hear some of his stuff?" he almost begged from the side of me, finishing up the disgusting chinese food he'd bought before taking it over to the trash can in the kitchen.

i mean, i guess it's true what they say: food tastes better when you're drunk.

because damn, that clearly did.

he came back, sitting next to me and tugging at some of the blanket i'd bought down earlier whilst i was with ivanna, pulling it over his own body. he pulled out his phone, almost flinging it at me.

"what's his name? find it for me." he said, watching as i grabbed his phone. "7-1-14, ivanna's birthday."

i typed it in, watching as his phone instantly unlocked before i pulled up the youtube app. "you're aware i haven't even saw this, right?"

"yes ana!" he exaggerated, rolling his eyes playfully at me. "i wanna see if hes any good!"

i typed in sam's name that he said he went by, sammy wilk, before passing my phone back to my brother as he clicked quickly on the first video he saw.

"nothing to a king." he muttered, rolling his eyes. "i am the king." he stated in his drunken state, causing me to laugh before the video started.

he pointed at the other guy, who wasn't sam. he had tattoos instead.

"is that the boy? i like his tattoo's, he got a vibe coming off about him though." mason stated. "ooo, damn that tattoo!"

"that isn't sam." i responded, rolling my eyes. i pointed to the one in which sam was. "that. he is sam."

mason nodded, giving a smile.

as soon as the video ended he clicked another, then another. three videos later and my brother was chuckling, locking his phone.

"i like him, but before anything happens i wanna meet him. personal. up and personal." he muttered the last bit, causing me to roll my eyes.

"mason, we're not dating." i laughed, slapping his arm. 

"i want the best for my little sister and baby ivanna!" he frowned, raising an eyebrow. "dating or not."

"whatever." 

he kept his eyebrow raised, but gave a soft chuckle, "this sammy guy, was he good earlier?"

"yes."

"how was ivanna?"

"well, he put her back to sleep again after she woke up cr-"

he cut me off, giving a smile. "daddy material!" he exclaimed loudly. 

damn, his breath still stunk of alcohol and terrible chinese food. but he wasn't wrong, maybe this guy was dad material.

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updated for my girl fleur bc shes helped me a lot with this entire fic so far & i got a lotta love for her. but i hope you all enjoyed this!! 

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