The Self-Harmed

~Enough to stay?~

As soon as the casts came off Caden showed me around. He was right it was pretty. Spending two nights on a plane was worth it. Not that I would probably do it again that is. Seeing it one time was enough for me. 

"Can we see if we can make one of those guards laugh?"

"It's really hard."

"You know what's easier to do then smile?"

"What?" He looked down at me.

"Let's piss one off."

"After you." He held out a hand.

We ended up almost going to Jail. Who knew stomping on their foot was assault? Caden talked us out of It easily and we hurried down the street. Turns out, that having a  fake bucket list before I die off gets you out of some trouble. That and a decent money bribe. I still couldn't get over worrying about Ryder though. He would of remembered my phone number right? 

"You don't get to pick the activities anymore. You're grounded." Caden annouced bring me back to the moment at hand.

"Come on!" I smacked him in the chest. "We had fun!"

"We almost got arrested!"

"We almost got arrested!" I mimicked him.

"Hey that was pretty good."

"Good enough to stay?"

"Eh."

I sighed, and followed after him. Mom dragged me from store to store looking for dresses. I swore I was never going shopping with her again. The wedding was perfect. No one fell, or got too drunk and no one hit on the Pastor. All in all it was a good day. And then Caden had to deliver his speech.

Caden might be talkative in person, but when something is required, he chokes up. We even came up with a signal if he needed help. As he shuffled his cards looking over the crowd I got up making my way closer to the stage so he could see me. When our eyes locked, I nodded and he adjusted the microphone to his height. 

"I grew up with Vivian as a Mom. She was always there, even when My Mom wasn't. She treated me no better or no worse than she treated Charlie, which makes me know in my heart that she will be A good Mom to the new babies. My Dad had always said he was never going to get married again, He was going to leave the toilet seat up for the rest of his life, and he was never going to match ties ever again. But then we moved back into town. Back into Charlie and Vivian's town. The toilets seats went down, and his ties got really close to matching.

Vivian still treated me like her son, and understood the issues that I am going through. She gave me that support only a Mother could give. And Then there's Charlie, Who understands me more than I understand myself. She always brought me back when I was losing myself, so I try to do the same for her. I'm glad to call them family, and Happy Dad and I nabbed them while we could. Life would be different if Dad and Vivian wouldn't of gotten married. There would be no muffin smells from the kitchen, or stupid Lovey-dovey glances at the table.

There wouldn't be a family. Dad and I, we're a broken family, and So are Vivian and Charlie, and the twins are what holds us all together. They're the Anchors. So I raise my glass, which by the way is not wine. Wink, Wink. And I toast To My Mother, My Father, My Beautiful sister, and my unborn siblings. May we always be a family. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

I set my glass down, and Hurried to hug him. He lifted me off the ground.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He grinned.

I kissed his cheek. He set his glass down, and held out an arm.

"Care to dance sister, Dear?"

"What a wonderful offer Brother Dear." I grabbed his arm.

We laughed and headed to the dance floor.