I'm Not Hungry

Seven

Ten minutes later, at 4:23 in the morning, the doorbell at the Abbrezianno household rings. With my stuff in my hand, I make my way through the people flocking me about this morning's events. I open the magnificent doors to reveal a half-asleep Ian. The sound of the creaking doors is enough to wake him up the rest of the way.

"Hey. You ready?" He asks lazily. He cuts his eyes to the other people crowding the doorway. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene. Opal in a sports bra and sweatpants, Ivory in an oversized shirt and no pants. That must be a hell of an eyeful for Ian. Then, there's Jax in a loose pair of sweatpants and Summer in a tank top and short shorts.

"Yeah, let's go." I say, quickly getting jealous of Ivory and Opal for the stares they're receiving. And from Ian, nonetheless. Grabbing Ian's hand, I practically drag him down the three marble stairs and to his silver Jeep.

I know that his family isn't the richest one, but they're nice people. Save Jolie. I settle for putting Ian in the passenger seat. Hopping in the drivers seat, I look out to the dark world. It's then that I realized have no idea where I'm supposed to be going.

That means I have to wake Ian up. I don't know this area, or his address for that matter. I suppose I could get him back for what he said at the hospital. I look around his car and see what I'm looking for. Paper.

I reach into the back and grab the small stack. I make it a tight roll so that it's firm. Getting a grip at the bottom of the tube, I hit Ian over the head with it several times. "What the fuck?" He shouts. He looks around, trying to remember where he is.

"Hey, Mr. Memory. What's your address?" I ask loudly, startling him. He lowly mutters a few numbers and a street name, then we're off. By the time we've pulled in to his driveway, Ian's sleeping soundly once again.

The sound of the engine dying is enough to wake him. He opens the door, still leaning on it, and falls down onto the rocks. I quickly jump out and race to his side of the car, checking to make sure that he's okay. Once I triple check, I haul him in to the small house. I get Ian to the kitchen before I have to stop. Damn, this boy weighs a ton.

"Having fun?" The new voice startles me, but it's only Matt. Matt is Ian's father. "Is he heavy?" He asks. I almost laugh, but realize that he's serious. I nod once, just so he knows that I'm actually acknowledging him.

"Where are my kids?" I ask Matt.

His eyebrows disappear into his hair and he takes a tender sip of his plain black coffee. "Skipping the formalities, I see. They're upstairs in the spare. You'll have to sleep with Ian. I don't expect to hear any noises, and Jolie definitely shouldn't. She'd go all batshit crazy on your ass." Matt says nonchalantly. I stifle a laugh so that I don't wake anyone, including the oaf laying on the tiled floor.

"Will do, sir." I say mockingly. "Do you mind helping me?" I ask. He nods and comes to the other side of the kitchen island. Matt grabs Ian's arm and drags his sleeping form up the narrow staircase. I scurry up after them, not wanting to be stuck in the kitchen.

Matt stops at a white door with a sign on it. Once I'm closer, I see that it says "性交を外出" which translates to "stay the fuck out".

That does sound like something he would say. I start to laugh when I see Ian waking up on his bed, rubbing his head. "What time is it?" He mumbles groggily. When I really start laughing, it's when Ian falls asleep again, this time sitting up. Once he's so gone that his spine simply refuses to work, he falls off of the bed, spread-eagle style.

I stop giggling, walk over to him and slowly push him back on the bed. I then proceed to lay on his outstretched arm and snuggle into his side. Even in his dreaming state, Ian wraps his arm around my shoulders. I smile contentedly and drift back off to dreamland.