Family Comes at the Weirdest Times

Chapter 7

The three of them were holding shotguns and daggers and pistols. Oddly enough, it didn't seem like it was them, in the off sense. I can't really explain it.

I knew that I shouldn't say anything to them about the House, but there was three things wrong as to why I didn't.

1: I couldn't bring myself to say no to them. The looked exhausted.

2: I was housing others already; how would three more hurt?

3: I'd be denying love.

I knew Minx and Krism were engaged before this started, and how everyone of their fans wanted to see the outfits and theme. But that never happened.

Hell, both of them probably think the other is dead. How could I not let them see each other?!

I sighed again. I was doing that a lot lately. I walked towards the three and grabbed Adam's wrist, turning him and making him walk with me. The other two followed.

"C'mon. I have a place for you three to stay and people for you to see."

No one commented about anything. I could hear their brains trying to figure something out as I grabbed the asker I set down earlier.

"What. The. Hell. Was that?" Chilled asked, stunned. I smirked.

"That, my Chilly friend," I said turning my head slightly as we walked back to the house. "Was me saving your ass'."

"Okay, but what about the fact you took down a herd we couldn't take down?" Krism finally asked. I turned to them, walking backwards.

"You guys know as much as I do."

The rest of the walk was silent except for the distant moans and the shuffling of our feet. It was quite soothing, actually. You know, if you tune out the moaning part.

Finally, we made it to the House. I told Adam, Krism,

And Chilled to put their weapons by the back door as we walked by. Surprisingly, they listened. Probably due to respect or some other.

I gave them the Signal to wait where they were on the house and I went to the tree house. The six, now including Cry, were there and talking lightly. Though I thought I heard them say something about drawings...

"Hey, guys." I said, gaining their attention quickly. I didn't really pay attention to their concerned glances. I knew they saw the blood, everyone could. The smell has become ineffective to my stomach by now, but I should still wash it off later.

"Come inside the house for a minute. There's some'm I need to show ya'" I let my speech go as I became a little more tired. I guess last night's rest wasn't all effective as I thought.

I walked to the living room, where my three new guests had sat themselves down. I heard the six pairs of footsteps that I asked for coming into the house.

"The Main Six, be ready to add the other Main Three." I said without looking up.

It was silent for a minute, before I heard Krism let out a sob. Followed by Minx's. I looked up in time to see them embrace each other.

I've never seen this in real life. Where two lovers have been away from each other a long time then meet up again years later. I've only seen it in movies or read it in books. It's really a sight. Very heart warming.

Pretty soon all the YouTubers were hugging each other and lightly celebrating their reunion.

I smiled.

Deciding to let them rejoice on seeing friendly faces, I walked upstairs to the bathroom. I really did need a shower.

I swallowed an Advil before taking off my rusted coloured clothes and mask before jumping in the tub and turning on the faucet.

After my relaxing shower, I wrapped myself in a towel I grabbed from the closet. I picked up my tube top and leggings. Now that I'm looking at them from someone else's point of view, the were stretched and stained to the maximum. I grimaced. I couldn't wear these any more.

I crumpled them up and put them on the ground for later. I tightened the edge of the towel around my body, making sure everything was covered, and braved opening the door.

Peeking out, nobody was there, and I could hear everyone chattering down stairs still, so I stepped out of the washroom and went two door to my left.

Jack's room.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I ignored all the posters and pictures and drawings of our group and went strait to his closet. A lot of his clothes were too big for him, and though I hate to do it, I need to use them.

I quickly picked out a pair of jeans and a flannel button-up shirt. I had a personal stash of undergarments in the bathroom, but that's besides the point.

Sitting the closet door, I scrambled out of the room, holding the clothes to my chest and keeping my towel from falling in the process. While slamming the bedroom door shut, I realized that tears were creeping down my face.

I ran back to the washroom.

I got dressed quickly, then wiped my tears. I washed my face against in the sink. The cold water felt nice.

After drying my face, I washed my mask. It was made of plastic and felt for the eyes that someone could see through, sol it didn't matter if I got it wet or not. And it dried fairly fast too.

It wasn't long before I was walking down the stairs with a dry mask and semi-wet hair. The group was still taking. They looked a little lighter than before, with some weight taken off their shoulders.

It was times like this I miss the most with my brothers.