I Fell For The Girl I couldn't Have

W.I.G

James's P.O.V
(Indigo's brother if you don't remember. Also don't start the song)
"She NEEDS to do something. She can't just lie around in bed all day," I tell my ignorant brothers.
"He's right. What would she make us do when we got dumped?" Kevin questioned, fiddling with his sandwich.
"First of all she would tell you to stop playing with your food. Secondly guys isn't it obvious?" Kelby states.
No one answers for about 30 seconds until Kelby jumps from the table and yells:
"Guys you are so fucking thick. The beach! She loves it more than anything. Jesus was I the only one raising her?! You're the worst parents ever,"
"I am not a parent. I didn't push that girl out of me. Nor did I do any work to create her," Justin says.
"We are the closest thing she has to parents. But Kells you're right. The beach is a perfect idea," I say.
"Only Indie calls me Kells dipshit," Kelby snarls.
"Guys it's December," Kevin remarks, after taking a bite of his sandwich.
"So? We live in Texas. It's 70° outside. The beach will be even warmer. We are taking her, so pack your bags and load up the van."
(In my reality my brothers and I always had to be prepared to go to the beach. Sometimes we would literally be told "Grab your shit and get in the car." And we always knew that meant we were going to the beach.)
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"Kevin get her clothes. I'll get food from the kitchen. Kelby, you and Justin try to get her from her bed," I say, opening the front door.
We all pile into the house, wandering off to do our jobs.
I wander into the kitchen to get into a argument with Indie's dad.
"She's not your daughter. She's ours. You didn't drive to get her pads when she first got her period, or hold her while she screamed and cried about the voice in her head, and you didn't pull her out of the water when she tried to drown herself! She's our goddamn daughter. You may love her, but you don't care about her. It's not your fucking business why we are taking OUR daughter to the beach." I yell at this disgrace of a father.
We've been yelling at each other for the last 20 minutes, all the while why I collected some of his food to take with us. I finally ended it and walked away.
"I'm going to become her legal guardian. No matter what." I mumble to myself.
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Kelby's P.O.V
Indie wasn't in her room. We found her outside, laying in the grass with her eyes closed.
"I'm surprised she isn't in her pajamas." Justin comments.

(In texas you can just wear this in the winter. It's not cold. At all)

We approach her, our large feet rustling the grass loudly.
"Come on Blu, we're gonna take you to the beach," I say gently.
After a minute of silence she replies, "Okay. Can you carry me? I don't feel like walking."
"Yes of course."
So I pull her into my arms and hold her up bridal style.
When we walk back into the house, her eyes are still closed.
"Hey Bambi. I got all your stuff. Let's go," Kevin and James say in sync.
(Tbh having older brothers is the best and the worse. They can pick me up and carry me around, but don't call my bambi. They do call me Blu, punk, little shit, and flower. I love them so much.)
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(Start the song)
We drive along the road, Sublime playing loudly throughout the van. Indie sits in the back looking out the window, her head against James's shoulder.
She's happy. Just a tiny bit. A tiny little bit.
When we first started driving, we had to stop at a store. We made her go on in with us. They were so many people in the store that she had a anxiety attack. Justin picked her up and ran out of the store. This has happened before so we know how to handle it. I hate that we have these things down pack.
When I look back at her again she asleep. Sun shining on her tear stained freckled face.
I'm happy that she's still here, but the sad thing is she's not.

Wattpad deleted one of my chapters that I was about to post that I actually felt proud of...So this is the re-written, short, shitty version of that. A bunch of mistakes because I don't give a shit