The Broken Mirror {COMPLETED}

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"X, if you don't stop harassing my friend," Gabrielle yelled at him. We sat on opposite ends of the couch. I had one of her feet and she had one of mines, massaging out the torture we put our feet through.

"Her feet shouldn't be on the couch," Xavier yells back. For some reason, he is bothered by my feet being on the couch, but honestly, I think he's just saying it because he is annoyed with how inseparable Gabrielle and I have become. The floor around the couch is covered with bags of clothes. Most of them are mines, but I made sure she came away with a few.

"Been on our feet for hours, can we not pamper each other," I exclaim glaring at him. I don't know why he annoys me so much. It drives me insane. He has an issue with us watching Dirty Dancing every week. He hates that I stay the night, somehow, we always end up in the kitchen in the middle of the night ignoring each other when I need to get water.

"X, if I didn't know any better, I think you were jealous... want me to rub your feet?" Ethan teases. He gets out of his chair and goes to 'massage' Xavier's feet. Xavier goes to push Ethan from him, but Ethan has the upper hand, squeezing Xavier's feet.

"Bro! That hurts!" Xavier says and he jerks his feet and kicks Ethan. Gabrielle and I burst out laughing at their stupidity. Ethan joins our laughter while Xavier just shakes his head. Guess he didn't find it funny that we were laughing at his expense.

It's now November and we just survived mid-terms. Somehow, I have been able to keep up with my work and it doesn't have me totally stressed out. I think having these three, well mainly Gabrielle and Ethan, have kept my stress levels low. Sometimes, Kristin and Brittany are with us, but they tend to do their own thing. That own thing happens when Kristin is fighting with Ethan.

My daily routine has become, school, lunch with Cookie and Gabrielle, shopping or whatever we choose to do. At the end of the day, if I don't have a paper or studying to do, I am at their house watching movies. Yet, I feel like a storm is brewing. Like things are too calm and with each passing day, it just feels like it's getting worse.

"What are your plans for Thanksgiving?" Ethan asks me. Ah-ha! That is the storm... Thanksgiving is coming. I hesitate to respond. The rest of the Alexanders will be invading my oasis of life I have created. I groan a little bit.

"Thanksgiving with my family," I say sighing.

"So, you'll be back in New York next week?" Gabrielle asks me. I shake my head no. It is time to fess up.

"We will be having Thanksgiving at their fourth home here, in the David Islands," I respond. All three of their eyes pop out of their heads. "It's been our tradition every year since my grandmother moved here years ago."

"Wait, fourth home?" Gabrielle says, realizing what I just said. I nod my head.

"Yes... they bought it so we can have thanksgiving every year with my grandmother. We have another home in Beverly Hills, a vacation home in Switzerland, and our Penthouse apartment on the Upper Eastside of Manhattan," I explain to them. They continue to stare at me like I have two heads.

"I was wondering how you could afford your clothes and mines. Why didn't you tell us?"

"My dad's family are billionaires and come from very old money. I wanted a fresh start away from their world." I realize that if I am going to survive Thanksgiving, I am going to need them there, including Xavier. "Listen, if you guys want, you can have Thanksgiving with me and my family."

"YES!" Gabrielle and Ethan yell in unison.

"Who would turn down Thanksgiving in a mansion?" Ethan says with the excitement of a giddy child.