arcane

t w e n t y - o n e

I didn't think it would be true,
Let alone that it would be you,
I think I'm in love again.

Dane had said hello to my mother before I had dragged him upstairs.

"Who the fuck is Damien?" He asked, glaring at the wall.

"Relax hot shot, Damien is my brother." I said, laughing.

"Oh." Pink tinted the tips of his ears as I laughed harder.

"Stay here, I need to go talk to my mother really quick." I mumbled, trekking downstairs.

"MOTHER!" I yelled, even though she was right in front of me.

"Dom honey, I'm right in front of you. No need to yell. What's up?" She asked.

I looked around the living room and it was all tidy, that was good. "What're you making for dinner?" I asked. "Damien's gonna be coming at like probably 8 or something." I added.

"I'll whip something up. Go check on your sister." She said smiling as I nodded. I headed back upstairs to my sisters room, and obviously, I knocked before going in.

"Ana banana?" I called, walking inside.

"Hey." She croaked.

She sat on the far left edge of the bed, staring at the wall.

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting down next to her. We did look very much alike, and I hadn't noticed it until now.

"What if he doesn't accept me? What if he thinks I'm a...slut or something?" She said sadly, her eyes filled with tears.

"Remember when you punched that boy in the nose for pushing that girl in lower school?" I asked, laying flat on her bed. (A/N: Lower school is equivalent to to the third grade I think, it's what we call it here in England - you would be 8-9 years old).

"Yeah, he cried." She said, laughing.

"What did Damien tell you?" I asked.

"He said well done. Do it again if you have to." She said quietly.

"So why would he think you're a slut or anything? You've done absolutely nothing wrong. If anyone thinks that, send them my way." I mumbled, throwing a sloppy arm over her shoulder and giving her a lazy smile. She smiled back but then glanced at the door.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She asked, whispering.

"No. He's just someone I know." I whispered back, grinning because I knew her was standing at the door.

"He looks like he's about to murder you." She mumbled, smiling slightly.

"My boyfriend is Dylan." I said loudly. "O'Brien." I whispered in her ear. She started laughing as I did too.

"Hell no we're going to have a talk about this." Dane glowered, gripping my forearm lightly and dragging me out the room.

"Love you sis." I yelled dramatically, Dane pulling my into my room. MY ROOM.

"Who is Dylan?" He mumbled, sitting on my desk chair.

"My boyfriend." I answered.

"Where does he live?" He asked.

"Not telling you."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"