No surprise here when I say I'm stressed out. Dad finally came home, a bit tipsy, but he came home. The man our step mother had inside our living room for a make out session had ran off the fire escape before she opened the door for her husband. It was a never ending circle and I was exhausted.
I decided to meet with Tommy in my room. We both sat on the bed and stared at the floor in silence, looking up at each other every now and again. One hour... two hours... three hours turned into four and before we knew it, it was dark out and all of the younger siblings had gathered into my bedroom, squeezing onto the bed the best possible. Tommy and I sat together at the foot of the bed, leaning on each other as we drifted off. Braxton and Brandon were laid underneath the covers with the two sisters between them. My bedroom door was locked so they couldn't get in.
I had my phone lazily in my hand and decided to text Donnie.
Hey it's (y/n). Book thief?
I shortly got a reply afterwards.
Hey (y/n), nice to hear from you. How are things with the siblings?
I sighed. Only if I could say.
It's going alright, we are all piled up in my bedroom at the moment. How are things with your siblings?
Crazy as usual.
I sleepily smiled. I had a feeling we'd be good friends just by our bonding of sibling trouble.
