Cliché (A 5SOS Fan Fiction)

fourteen.

"My father and that lawyer are going to be here any minute." Logan told me, pacing around my kitchen. "He said he had some big news for you and wanted to tell you in person." I sighed, pushing my hair into a bun. Logan showed up twenty five minutes ago, full of nervous energy, saying he'd just spoken with his father who had said we'd needed to have a talk. I was barely awake. I had had a hard time falling back asleep after Michael's six o'clock phone call. Now, it was eleven o'clock and I felt like a zombie. Chances were, I looked like one too.

"Should I maybe change out of my pajamas? Should I be more presentable when your father and my attorney walk in my front door." I made my way towards my bedroom, then paused. "Is it even in good practice to see your attorney in your own home? I don't know how these things work." Logan shrugged at the exact instant someone knocked on my door. I sighed and hurried into my bedroom, leaving Logan to answer the door.

I quickly changed into a sweater and jeans before making my way back out into the living room. Logan sat next to his father on the couch, while the lawyer, whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me, stood near the coffee table, looking uncomfortable. Probably because lawyers didn't do house calls.

"Hello, Veronica. It's lovely to see you again." Logan's dad said. I forced myself to smile back at him.

"It's good to see you too, Pete." He had always insisted on me calling him by his first name, which was seemingly terrifying, with him being a judge and all. "Logan says you and Mister, um..." I looked over at Logan nervously.

"Jacobson." He whispered back, rolling his eyes.

"Right. Logan told me you and Mister Jacobson have something to share with me." Pete nodded vigorously.

"We do, we do indeed. Oliver, did you want to tell her, or should I?" Oliver cleared his throat and turned towards me.

"I've been searching for your parents' wills, which had seemed to have gone missing, not being in the estate files nor in the city archives. So I did a bit of digging and found that your parents' lawyer had foolishly given the wills to your aunt and never received them back. He of course has copies, but not the original documents so he couldn't send them." I stared at him blankly, not really sure of what that meant. I hadn't attended the reading of the wills; I'd curled up in my bed with Sadie, Alex, and Ris and cried over my loss. All I knew was that they'd left me money and had left it up to another relative to sell their house.

"So, what does that mean?" I asked him. I wasn't quite awake yet and I needed point blank answers. The lawyer sighed.

"It means that I now have a copy of the will. And that will happens to really put, let's say, the ball in your court." He laughed lightly. I looked over at Pete, who was grinning like an idiot, and at Logan, who looked as confused as I felt. "The document states that when you reach the legal age of eighteen, you are to be given the choice as to whether or not you want to be the guardian of your younger sister, Mercedes Gray. How old are you now, Miss Gray?"

"Nineteen. Twenty in September." I told him, excitement and nervousness flooding through me. Oliver nodded, flipping through a few sheets in his little folder.

"Why didn't you attend the reading, Miss Gray? This doesn't affect your receival of custody in any way, I am just curious." I frowned.

"I was devastated. But more than that, Sadie was devastated. Being with her seemed to be more important. To me, all I had left was her. I had to be there for her." He nodded and closed the manila folder.

"Understandable. I will be contacting your aunt's lawyer within the next few days. I'll have to get a signed document stating that you'd like to receive sole custody of Mercedes and within the next week or two, your little sister should be sitting here with you. I'd look into schools in the area so you can get her registered." He smiled warmly at me before saying goodbye to Pete and Logan and leaving my apartment.