We finally meet

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Hello people of this world we call .......weirdness?......well then enjoy, oh and i forgot to put this in the beginning. *clears throat*

I do not own Monster High or any of their characters i only own Angel. Thank you

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Angel loved his family no doubt about that, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed at their clingyness right now. Was is because of they way his Mother constally hugged him and asking if he needed anything, or his father moving things around trying to make him comfortably. He even pulled the pillow from right under him in order to fluff it. While Nathan kept moving thins around trying to find the right place for it, even though Angel kept telling him that his room was fine.

He let out a small sigh of relief when he heard the door open and Deuce's voice calling from downstairs. Without caring he sat up and walked out of his room, smiling when he saw Deuce at the bottom of the stairs, but frowned when Nathan came running up telling him to head back to bed. Angel pouted, causing his brother to stop in his tracks, Nathan can never say no to that face, and he knew that and planned to use it to his advantage. Sadly his mother was used to it and told him to go back to his room. Smiling he nodded, though instead he pretended to slip and slid down the railing and once again Deuce cought him.

They laughed when they knew this is going to be their new routine, though neither was very bothered by it.

'hey, should you really be moving around?" Deuce asked him, but laughed when he saw the pout on his face, making his cheeks stick out. Angel gave him a look, "not you to" he whined, "i broke my arm not my legs" he said sternly and loud enough   for his family to hear.

Nathan still complained, while his parents smiled at the way Deuce hold him. He saw this and realized Deuce still hadn't let him go. He tugged on his arm, drawing his attention to him, putting him down as Deuce understood and carefully placed him down. Making sure he could stand on his own before letting go. His parents walked back to their room's and office, hoping to finish some work while Nathan sat down with Angel next to him. Deuce followed and sat across from them.

They didn't speak or asked him of anything, but he could feel their gazes looking at him, as though waiting for him to speak and tell them everything. He never did.

Nathan knew where this was going and decided to ask first, "what happened?" Angel fumbled with his fingers, staring at the floor as they waited patiently for his answer. He wanted to avoid it as much as possibly, but he remembered what happened after he fell. He could still see their faces, how Cleo smiled and the boy stared in amazement as though seeing him fall was the happiness moment in their life. But then he closed his eyes and now he saw Nathan and Deuces face. How Nathan was silently crying as he pressed on the wound as though he was born for it but at the same time, his face told him he was afraid. Deuce knelled by him crying his name out over and over, he remembered pointing to the balcony and Deuce's face changing from fear to anger as he saw a piece of Cleo run off.

No matter what he did, or said, he knew he couldn't avoid this.

"during class i felt uneasy..as though someone was watching me-" and with that first sentence he told them everything even to the part at the mall. Nathan looked shocked, but Deuce he, he looked like he already knew. Witch made him feel worse. They never interrupted him as he spoke, not until he finished.

Nathan looked beyond pissed off, to the point he left the house to cool off. How could his little brother who he vowed to protect get hurt and he wasn't there for him. Deuce walked around the table, and picked him up easily. Sitting down with Angel on his lap he smiled, "it's alright" he whispered and with that he let all the tears fall down. He didn't hear when Nathan came back, or when his parents came into the room. Because all he could focus on was Deuce's arm's around him and his voice.