Chapter Twelve
Isabella
"Izzy."
I let out a groan and turn on my side, but I keep my eyes closed.
"Izzy! Are you feeling better?"
"Carson?" I answer groggily.
I felt him nudge me so I take that as a sign to wake up. I open my eyes and instantly see Carson staring at me.
"Hey Carson." I rasp out.
"I thought you weren't going to wake up." He says as he pulls me into a hug.
"You didn't have to worry about that Arso."
"Yeah... That's what Gabi told me too. And the twins."
"Then you should've stopped in that moment then."
He picked up the playfulness in my voice and pushed me back down on the bed.
"Well, you're my sister so I had to see for myself."
I groan. "What time is it?"
"I think it's around twelve. I'm not sure actually."
"Midnight?"
He nods. "Midnight."
I let out a small giggle. "Carson. Go back to sleep!"
He falls on the bed beside me. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
I lay down beside him. "I'm fine. You know something like that isn't going to hold me back."
He laughs. "That's hard to believe. I've seen you run into a wall before because you weren't wearing your glasses and you couldn't move for that rest of the day."
I laugh along with him until we fall into a comfortable silence. I look around the room, the only lighting coming from the moon creeping through the curtains. The twins must have a lot of guest rooms if Gabi and Carson have their own room.
"Izzy." Carson breaks the silence.
"Yes?" I turn on my side facing him as he remains laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
"What happened to you?" He breaths out.
"What?"
"You know... Why were you carried in here by some guy?" He asks curiously.
"Something happened that I'm not sure I want to tell you about." I say hesitantly.
"Why not?"
"You're too young to know Carson."
"Izzy, you're my only family and my friend. I thought we told each other everything."
He turns so he's now facing me. He looks slightly hurt and annoyed and my heart breaks a little.
"Carson, do you know who Gabi, the twins, Lucca, and Santino are?"
"Your friends." He answers innocently.
I laugh softly. "Yes, they're my friends. Well, me and Santino not so much as the others." We both laughs at that. "But, I'm talking about outside of them being my friends."
He shakes his head.
"Well most people prefer to them by there last name, Moretti."
His eyes widen slightly. "They're the Moretti's?"
I nod. "You've heard of them?"
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