Not So Brotherly Love «JB, JM, LD, DOB»

Chpt. 2

Cassidy Giselle King

A heavy, incredibly awkward silence settled over us for a few moments. I bit down on my lips and let my gaze slip to the ground, when, suddenly, the hardwood floor seemed very intriguing. This is exactly why I despise, with a burning passion, meeting new people. Because, not only do I tend to be the most awkward and antisocial person ever, but they usually find my silence so off putting that they can't even manage out a single word. This is your damn house, Cassidy, be a gracious host.

I parted my lips, about to offer them a beverage before realizing how completely and utterly stupid that would sound. Shit, this is not going well.

"Do you by any chance know which room I'll be staying in? Please tell me I won't have to share with any of these dumbasses because, if I'm being honest here, they suck at being room mates." An attractive voice suddenly spoke up, immediately grappling my attention. My eyes met the gorgeous hazel ones of the boy Patricia had addressed as Dylan. A light smile had drawn itself on his adorable, yet gorgeous face as he tilted his head upwards slightly. "They either sleep talk, snore, or sleep fart."

A snicker rumbled in my chest at that rather immature comment. "Well, actually, we do only have three spare rooms, so two of you will probably have to pair up." I informed, attempting to continue the light conversation.

"Oh, in that case, do you think, if I can't get a room to myself, we could share yours?" Jason piped in, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees while his chin layer atop his folded hands. "Because, darling, you got a good thing going for you." I could not hide the blush that warmed my cheeks at the unexpected compliment. Where in the world did that come from? I just met the damn guy and the first thing that comes out of his dirty little mouth is a pick up line.

Despite the blush, I rolled my eyes. "Um, no. If you do end up sharing a room, it will be with one of your brothers. No way in hell in letting you in my room, darling." I explained with a polite smile on my lips as I challengingly stared him down. I heard a light snicker from Justin, but he shut up when Jason elbowed him in the side. "You will have to figure your sleeping arrangements out on your own, because I won't be assisting you in that dilemma." I explained, shifting my weight onto my heals.

"I call not sharing a room with any of you ass wipes." Dylan was first to call out, jumping up off of the couch and practically lunging at me. "Can you please show me to my room?" He asked with a playful smile tugging onto his face. Oh my fucking god how is someone as adorable as him even produced, I don't understand.

"Hey, hey, hey, I don't wanna share a room either!" Justin declared, pushing himself off of the cushion besides his identical twin brother, a pout drawn across his face.

"And you think I wanna share with that man-whore? Uh-uh, he's your brother, you deal with him." Leo hissed at Justin, jumping up and taking long strides in my direction. "You must have taken some strong shit if you think I'm going to deal with girl, after, girl, after girl, after girl. You got me fucked up if that's what you're thinking." He snorted out as Justin returned his glare.

"Well that sure as hell doesn't mean I want to deal with it!" Justin snapped out, probably adding gasoline to the fire. "You're the oldest so that's  your problem."

"Okay, can you just-" I began, believing it was time for me to interject, but was cut off as Dylan clamped a hand over my mouth and began dragging me away. Although confused as hell and slightly pissed, I let him drag me out of there as the boys yelled at one another relentlessly. He stopped as we reached the base of the steps that lead to the second floor of our house, his hand falling from my face. "What the hell was that?" I snapped angrily, glaring at him.