My Knights in Shining Armor

The Boys I've Grown to Call My Family

A/N guys i've literally been doing calc for like a month straight my practice ap test is on wednesday and i stayed up late last night writing this just because i had to write something okay bye

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Dakota kicks butt in all of his performances, never once messing up on stage. The other actors follow his lead almost perfectly, and I enjoy the show immensely.

After the conclusion of the last show, Anne motions for us to get in a picture with Dakota. We huddle around him and cheese for the camera as she snaps a few pictures.

"These are going in the scrapbook!" She exclaims cheerfully, examining the pictures closely on her screen.

The younger twins groan from next to me.

"Not the scrapbook," Felix whines.

"Anything but the scrapbook," Evan echoes.

"What's so bad about the scrapbook?" I question.

Every single Knight in the room, except for Anne, who is still ogling the pictures she took, turns to look at me with horror on their faces.

"The scrapbook is where all of the pictures go," Olly starts.

I roll my eyes. "I'm aware of what a scrapbook is, thank you very much."

"No, we know. The bad part is, that every single time we have family coming over, Mom dusts off the scrapbook and sets it out in plain sight, so that every single grandparent and aunt and uncle and cousin that walks in through that door will see it, pick it up, and flip through it," Dakota explains.

"Do you know how many times I've been shown a picture of Cal and been told 'Oh, I remember when you used to be that small'?" Blair asks.

"Even when the pictures are clearly labeled with our names!" Cal throws his hands up in the air in mock-exasperation.

I stifle a laugh. "Poor babies, having their pictures on display." Then a thought strikes me. "Would there happen to be baby photos in said scrapbook?"

All six of the boys turn to look at me, horror evident in their eyes.

"No," Cal starts.

"She did not go there," Felix finishes.

"Where might one find said scrapbook?" I question, bouncing a little on the balls of my feet. If I made a run for it now, I might get home through the back way before they can get in the car and drive home. I have a house key, so I just need to count on the scrapbook not being hidden.

The likelihood of that? Slim to none.

"Oh, the scrapbook?" Anne butts in, finally having put her camera away. "It's in my room, sweetie, in the cabinet. I'll show it to you when we get home if you'd like. There are some great pictures of the boys in there from when they were young."

I smile and nod, my mind already made up.

"Time to see what you're made of, Blair," I mutter under my breath, reaching up to tighten my ponytail. "Hey, I'm just going to hit the bathroom, then we can go?"

Anne nods, but Blair and Cal eye me suspiciously. I shoot them an innocent shrug before turning on my heel and weaving through the crowded lobby.

As soon as I'm clear, I break into a sprint, bursting through the auditorium doors and into the summer evening.

I hear a shout coming from behind me, and I smirk. They must have seen me take off. Too bad for them that they only have two cars.

After I round the building and pass the tennis courts in the back of the school, I slow down to a quick run, catching my breath a little.