Reach For The Stars

chpt 14

A yawn came from James's mouth, about thirty minutes into their meal. Richie was on his third serving, James finished his plate, his stomach already full. The girl had only taken three bites from her salad, trying not to hurl it back up.

"James needs to get ready for bed," quickly she gets up, Richie's hand clasped around her small wrist.

"After he goes to bed, your explaining-" he gestures to the girl, the food, and the house. "all this to me," the boy lets girl, she only nods in response.

"Come on Jay let's get you in the shower," she smiles taking the boy's hand leading him to the shower.

Quickly the young boy got into the shower, after his sister gave him his towel. "Okay, I'll meet you in your room, to help get you dressed," She closed the door, as the steam from the water began to fill the room.

Out of habit the girl went back to the kitchen, where Richie sat happy, and full. "Did you like it?" She giggled beginning to take the bowles of food to the kitchen, to put the extra food away.

"That was so fucking good!" He said dramatically, as he picked up all the plates, besides the girl's still almost full plate.

She smiled as she gives a soft giggle, "Aww well that's an amazing compliment, thank you Richie," The brown eyed girl smiles, as she begins to wrap the extra food, and putting it into thhe fridge for another time.

The boy watches the girl after putting the dirty plates and utensils in the sink to be washed. A smile envades his face as he watches the older girl. His eyes gaze down the girl, only now noticing just how thin she was. In her current appearance you couldn't be able to tell her mother was Puerto Rican. Her figure was slim, almost down to the bone. As she walked around, he notices her slight stumbled over her own feet, and seemingly nothing. The over shirt he had lent her, falling off her shoulders, causing the girl to fix it everytime she would go up and down.

"You know, if you like my shirt that much you can have it. Consider it like a G rated hickey," He smirked, coming up to the girl.

She groaned, having completely forgot the shirt was his to begin with. She took it off immediately, putting it in his hand. "I'm good without it then, thank you for the offer Richie," slipping away from him, and going back to her little brother's room, knocking on the door. "Ready?" She asked.

The boy opened the door, wet hair and dinosaur underwear. She gave a small chuckle, going his drawers looking for appropriate niggtwear for the young boy.

Richie had gotten bored in the livingroom, and had decied to follow the girl. Stopping at the door of the boy's room, only wanting to observe the oh so important night routine.

The girl got out a light pair of pajama shorts, and a baggy shirt that originally belonged to their father. Getting him dressed, he immediately jumped into bed, quickly getting under the covers.

"Song?" He looked to the girl who had followed him, sitting on the bed beside him.

Hearing that, the black haired boy watched the girl curiously. Not having known she could do anything of musical talent.

"Of course, when I haven't I done it love. You have to peomise to close your eyes though," she stuck out her pinky to the smiling boy. Looping their fingers together before pulling apart.

As his eyes closed, her hand moved up to his still damp long blonde hair. A soft hum came from the girl, Richie watched her, leaning his head against the wooden door frame.

Oh thinkin' about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free

The boy listened intently to the girl's soft voice. A little low for a girl her age, but sounded beautiful, at least for not having any training.