I Fell For The Girl I couldn't Have

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Still Kelby's P.O.V
When the smell of salt and sand hit us, we felt at home. We all just breathed in the fresh salty air. Blu's breath steadied in her sleep and the corners of her mouth turned slightly.
We drove through the familiar town, smiling at the locals when they waved. We all had been coming here since we were kids. Most could name the first day we ever found this beautiful place.
(The brothers are adults. All in their twenties. Just to remind you even though I don't remember ever saying their age)
The van even felt like it was happy to be home.  So we drove through the streets until we reached a familiar beach house. It was owned by a woman named Aolani. She was an old Hawaiian woman who treated us like her kids ever since we first met. She always let us stay at her home even when she wasn't there. She lives right on the beach, which had always been Blu's favorite place.
  We pulled into Aolani's small driveway, which was missing her small car. We had called her on the way here, asking if we could stay there. She said of course and that we were always welcome. Sadly she was visiting a friend for a few days so we wouldn't be able to see her.
  We all piled out of the van, after I pulled my little sister out and held her on my arms. The other guys grabbed as much as they could carry, then brought it into the house after I unlocked the door.
  I carried Indigo into her usual bedroom and laid her down on the small bed then left her to sleep.
  "God she's tired. I don't think she has had much sleep lately," I tell my brothers, closing the door to Indie's room.
  "Yeah you're right. Did you see the bags under her eyes?" Kevin remarks, putting food into the cabinets.
  "Mhm they are huge"
"We need to get her into therapy," Justin says suddenly , shrinking down under our glare.
Everyone is quiet for a minute, waiting to see which one of us will burst and start yelling. James cracks. He always does.
"She would never go to therapy. We can't even process how hard it must have been to talk to someone about it, then that person hurt her. How do you think she's going to open up to some fucking stranger Justin?!" James almost yells, looking nervously at Indie's door.
Third Person (past)
The boys continued to argue until the sun made its way over the horizon. They all eventually piled into their shared bedrooms and slept until the sun shone through they curtains.
Kelby's P.O.V (present)
Sitting up, I groan when I feel my back shift and pop. I rub my eyes, open the door to my bedroom, and walk into the kitchen.
I fill the coffee pot with water after opening the sliding back door, then place the grinds in the machine. While my coffee brews, I tap my foot and hum to the tune of a Beatles song.
When the coffee is done, I pour into a cup that has in big, bright, neon let's that spell out "Las Vegas. TURN BACK"
I sip my coffee in silence until I notice that Indie's door is open, and then I realize that the back door wasn't locked.
Shit.
I put down the coffee, basically rip the door of it hinges, and run out into the warm sandy morning. Looking around quickly I spot Indie, not to far away sitting in the sand.
Letting out a breath of relief, I approach my little sister, kicking the sand a bit so she knows i'm coming.
"Hey Kells," Blu says quietly, trying to quietly wipe away tears.
  "Hey Baby Blu," I reply, keeping my tone quiet.
  She sniffles again and it becomes very apparent that she holding back tears. I slowly pull her head into my lap and begin to run my hands through her unkept locks of hair. When I was going to counseling and rehab she used to do this to calm me down.
Tears start to run quickly down her face when I begin to hum a simple lullaby.
She stretches her arms out and finally start relaxing to my touch. Looking down at her arms I almost scream when I see thread going through her pale skin. 'Don't scare her Kelby. Don't yell. Don't yell.' I think, gritting my teeth at the thought of why new cuts are on my baby sister's arm.
I chose to avoid the subject for now and instead say, "I'm hungry. Let's go get donuts and coffee before the guys wake up,"
She smiles slightly, nods, then stands up to dust her self off. "Do you have any weed in the van?" She asks, looking up at me.
'Don't be a parent. Be the big brother that will support her even if she's being stupid.'
"Yeah under the seat in the box labeled 'CD's'," I call over my shoulder, as I run towards the house to grab the keys.
She smiles at me then walks towards the front of the house.
"My little sister smokes weed," I say to myself in disbelief, "This is a bad idea...Fuck it."