Colorful Love

Make Your Own Choices

GUYS!! THIS ONE'S GONNA BE KINDA LONG SO PREPARE YOURSELVES!! There also gonna be a mention of the touchy subject of abuse. I'll leave a warning when it comes up if you don't want to read it, but y'alls have been warned.

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Lukas called Matthias's friends plus a few and said there was "urgent news" he needed to share with everyone. Within his message, Lukas had specified that everyone needed to be at school before class started.

Against the stereotype, Alfred easily woke earlier than he normal. He had siblings that needed to be fed in the morning, his parents were out the door early, and his siblings' bus didn't arrive until around 6. That was plenty of time to get eight childish, rebellious, junior high students out the door.

Alfred and Arthur desperately tried to get Alfred's younger siblings dressed and ready for school since their parents were busy at another meeting, but of course, they refused to do anything productive.

"Dylan~" Arthur groaned, "Please cooperate."

Over a year passed since Arthur and his mother moved in with Alfred and his family, and Arthur was still no where near accustomed to all the children even though the oldests were rarely at home. They spent most of theri time out with their friends, working multiple jobs, and/or in school.

"Veronica?" Alfred shouted pulling a shirt over Dylan's head, "Call Penny!"

A head of wheat akin to Alfred's popped through the doorway, "Sure thing, Al!" she smiled and quickly left pulling out her cell phone.

"Al!" Veronica called, "Penny ain't pickin' up!"

"Try Georgie or Connor or someone!" Alfred shouted, "Dylan, get your siblings."

"Which ones?"

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

Dylan bounced out the door knowing who Alfred was talking about.

Alfred called out the door, "Arthur? Help!"

Arthur came running, "What?"

Alfred fell forwards on his face and groaned, "Get Kiku or someone that can deal with junior high and elementary kids."

Arthur nodded and pulled out his cell. Despite being physically older, Arthur had no experience with caring for young children; his brothers did. They were all older than him; therefore, Arthur was normally the one being taken care of.

"Hello Kiku. . . Sorry for calling so early. . . Yeah we're fine."

"Speak for yourself!" Alfred shouted, "Y'ain't doin' shit to help me!"

". . . Can you get here soon? Alfred a tad pissy. . . Yeah, I'll explain when you arrive. . . Thank you, you're a life saver." Arthur hung up his cell.

"He better come soon. Your friend said we had to get to your club room before class starts," Alfred stood dusting off his pants.

Arthur waved Alfred off, "It'll be fine. We'll be there with plenty of time to spare. You already have Dylan ready, right?"

As if on cue, Dylan ran into the room dragging three kids in their early teens gigling and covered with whatever the hell went into homemade slime. Or maybe it was moist flour? Could be sugar that spilled or something. Neither Alfred nor Arthur could tell what it was.

"We were having a flour fight. Sorry Alfie," Mason laughed sheepishly.

Alfred sighed, "Am I gonna walk into a kitchen that's white with flour, or is it gonna be clean and shiny?"