What We Keep Hidden (Jai Brooks- Ariana Grande)

Ivy, oh Ivy

I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner, I had such writers block for this chapter and I had jumped into editing and adding to my other story The Parent Trap. If you haven't checked it out, please do! And if you have already, I'd recommend re-reading some of the chapters because I added things to them😊 Enjoy!

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A loud door slam reverberated through the modest yet spacious home of Ivy Michaels. The blonde seethed in anger as she stood in her foyer shortly after her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend left her house. She couldn't believe him for dumping her for that slut Ariana.

"Did he dump you?" A smaller blonde quipped from the second floor of the house. She leaned against the railing that offered a view of the downstairs, namely their foyer and some of the family room. Both her arms were laying on the railing with her chin resting on her small arms.

Ivy looked up at her younger sister, who was staring at her with a mischievous look in her eyes and a small grin playing at her lips as she looked down at her sixteen year old sister.

"Shut up, Ana!" She hissed, storming up the stairs and turning right to go into her room whereas her sister was on the left side of the staircase giggling merrily to herself.

"Better luck next time!" Analeigh sang after her and laughed when she heard a huge bang against Ivy's bedroom door, knowing she threw something at it in her anger. The eight year old giggled as she skipped back to her own bedroom.

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Brandon stood on the love-seat in the living room, pressing his face against the window behind the couch, as it was pushed against the wall. His eyes flicked left to right, eagerly looking for his grandfather, waiting for him to arrive.

Joan walked into the living room and chuckled at the sight of the little boy. "Sweetie, what are you doing?"

Brandon took his face off the window long enough to look at his grandmother. "Waiting for Gampa!" He yipped excitedly.

Joan laughed and walked over, sitting next to him on the love seat. "Baby, it's only nine. Your grandpa won't be here until twelve." She reached up and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, making a mental note to tell her daughter to get him a haircut.

Brandon pouted and plopped down on the cushion beside his grandmother. "When's that?"

"In three hours."

"How long is that?"

"One hundred and eighty minutes. Do you know how long that is?"

"Too long!" Brandon complained with a whine, throwing himself onto her lap as she laughed at his actions. "Where's mommy?" He mumbled into her lap.

"She's still sleeping." Since Ariana had a late night the night before, Joan thought she would let her sleep in and take care of Brandon herself, has he had woken up at 7:30.

The little boy looked up at his grandma as she stroked his hair. "Can I wake her up?"

Joan smiled, glancing at the time on the clock on the wall. It was almost ten, she didn't want her to sleep for too long. "Sure honey. Go ahead." She watched as Brandon smiled and hopped off the love seat, running to the stairs and scampering up them to get to his mothers room and she chuckled to herself.

That little boy had such a strong hold on her heart and as much as she wished Ariana didn't have him when she was only thirteen, she was still happy to be a grandmother and loved her grandson to death.

Brandon quietly reached up and opened Ariana's bedroom door, pushing it open and tiptoeing to her bed.

Ariana slept peacefully in her bed, snuggled in her duvet. Her light chestnut hair was spread over her pillow, and it looked almost blonde from the sunlight that peeked in through the closed blinds, making her hair look like a halo around her. She had a small smile on her face as she dreamt about various things - but a constant dream she was having was about Jai.