Inconvenience (Dalton Rapattoni)

Chapter 4

Arabella's pov
We have been driving for about ten minutes in comfortable silence as Green Day played in the background.
"How did you actually know that I'm Italian," I ask him.
"You could call it an Italian's intuition," he says smiling at me, before focusing his eyes back on the road
"You're Italian," I ask shocked.
"How else would I know your name means adorable in Italian," He chuckles.
"I don't know, you're weird," I said playfully.
"Says you," he replies before playfully rolling his eyes at me, "So do you have any other siblings," he asks, causing my entire body to tense.
I've hated that question for the past five year. It's not Dalton's fault, he didn't know what happened five years ago. I normally try to avoid the question of how many siblings I have.
"Two," I said, as my voice cracks. Dalton must've noticed because he pulled over to the side of road before turning his entire body in my direction. I quickly look down, avoiding his gaze, he didn't need to know what happened. I can already feel the tears building up.
Stop being so weak Arabella! Do you want people to know the truth? Do you want them to know that you're really broken on inside? Do you want to hear the "I'm so sorry" line? Do you want to see the pity in their eyes? Do you?
"Hey, you okay," he asks, concern laced in his voice, before he placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch away from him.
He can't know, nobody can know what happen five years ago. I suck in a deep breath before lifting my head, meeting his gaze.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be," I ask, trying my hardest to not break down right there.
"You sure," he asks, a hint of concern still laced in his voice.
"Yeah, let's go," I said, annoyed, turning my body away from his and facing the window.
He lets out a soft sigh before turning back on the road. I wasn't annoyed at him, I was annoyed at myself for showing a glimmer of weakness. I didn't want to remember what happened five years ago, funny thing is it's all I can think about. After all it's my fault she's gone, I never can forget.
I will never forget what I had witnessed, what I had caused.

It was silent for about forty more minutes before he spoke.
"What's your other sibling's name," he asks, causing my body to tense again.
"Cherilyn, she's two years old," I said, as I let out a deep breath. I smiled at the thought of my little sister, but it soon turn into a frown when I thought of my other little sister.
"What's your brother's name," he asks, causing me to smile at the thought of my idiot twin brother.
"Alessio," I reply smiling
"You guys must be close," he wonders out loud.
"Yeah, we are. What about you, do you have any siblings," I ask, genuinely interested.
"Two actually, both girls. Becca is going to be graduating from college soon, and Sophie is sixteen," he replies happily, smiling at the thought of his sisters.
"So how long have you been a Blue October fan," he asks.
"Six years. Why'd you ask," I ask him confused.
"I'm assuming since you didn't know who I was, you were there to see Blue October," he says as he ruffles his spikey-blond-hair with his left hand.
"You never answered why would I know who you are," I reply.
"It doesn't matter," he says as he shakes his head.
"Tell me," I plead, hoping he would tell me.
"Promise you won't think of me differently," he asks, I quickly nod my head, "Do you know the show American Idol," he asks.
"Yeah, I haven't watched the last season yet though," I said, as I nod my head.
"I suggest not watching it," he says, confusing me.
"Why," I ask.
"Because I may have gotten third place, and you don't need to see that," he replies softly, as he rakes his hand through his hair again.
"That's awesome! Why aren't you proud of yourself," I ask, confused why someone who got third place on American Idol wouldn't be proud of them self.
"Do be honest, I didn't think I would even get past auditions," he mumbles, causing me to question the boy beside me.
"Why? You're an amazing musician," I wonder out loud.
"I don't know, I've always had low expectations of myself," he replies.
"Well you shouldn't, by the way I'm watching as soon as I get home," I inform him, causing him to groan.
"So what do you like to do," he asks ignoring my comment.
"Photography and music," I reply shyly.
"That's awesome! You sing," he exclaims.
"A little, but I suck. I mainly play guitar, piano, bass, and drums," I said shyly.
"That's cool, and I bet you don't suck. You're gonna sing for me one day," he declares.
"No, I really suck," I mumble shyly.
"It wasn't a question, it was a statement," he says smartly.
I roll my eyes at the blonde-headed boy, causing him to grin at me.

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A/N: so what do you guys think happened to Arabella's other little sister?
I hope you all had a great day!
Bye!
- Hannah