I'd rather be me and you

The Visitor

The people we meet will often mean a lot more to us then we ever expected. Take Damian for example. When I first met him I didn't for a minute expect to be living with him and his mother by my 16th birthday and I most defiantly didn't think I'd still be living with him ten years later.

I guess some bonds are just too strong to break.

After the terrible dinner at my mother's I closed into myself a lot more. It was as if I had reverted back to my thirteen year old self, Damian was the only person I would talk to and even those conversations were never long.

There was a knock on my door but whoever it was behind it didn't wait long enough for me to answer, they just opened it, ripping the covers off me and flopping down on the end of the bed.
"Okay up you get Kiddo. I am not dragging you down the stairs but we are going out so move." A familiar voice said. I looked up from my sketchbook to see Barrett sat at the end of my bed grinning like a maniac at me. Her eyes gleaming.
"Oh my god Barrett!" I yelp, leaping into a hug and smiling slightly, "What are you doing here? Isn't this like kinda against the firm's rules?"
Barrett shrugged, "Probably. It's not like me and Grey were that great at following the rules anyway."
I perked up even more, "Greys here?"
Barrett nodded, "You gonna get up then?"

Thirty minutes later I was dressed in a pair of black mom jeans a white shirt and my green army jacket. Barrett had done my hair in a French braid and had then dragged me downstairs to see Grey and Damian, both of whom were sat bouncing in their places.
"Oh so she is alive. Bear was just keeping us from her!" Grey teased standing up and hugging me like I was a long lost sister or something.
"Are we ready ladies?" Damian asked also standing up, "We have some shopping to be doing."
"Shopping?" I tilted my head to the side, pulling a face, "Why?"
Damian bounded over to me excitedly and grabbed my hand, "For spring fling of course!"

I groaned, "Damian...."
"I know, I know, but you let us do this and I'll let you paint both our jackets." Damian bargained, tugging at my arm pleadingly, "Please JanJan!"
I sighed, cracking a smile and nodding slightly, "Okay, but you have to do my hair and there is no way I'm wearing a dress."
"A skirt then?"
"Maybe." Then I turned to Barrett and grinned in the same cheeky way she had, "Not on his life." I whispered, laughing at Damians offended face when he heard me.

The mall was full of people and I had tucked myself into Damians side as a way to avoid most of them, happy that both Barrett and Grey were walking on the outside of us, keeping us safe.
"I don't understand, why did you two come to see us? Not that I'm not ecstatic about it." I said, furrowing my brow and looking at the pair in question. Barrett looked towards Grey, having a entire conversation with him through their eyes, "Guys we can't understand eye talk!" I call, waving my hand in front of Greys face and huffing slightly.
"Um, actually Damian called us." Grey said slowly, "He mentioned that you'd been having a hard time at home and asked if we could help in anyway."
I turned to Damian, watching as he blushed softly, "I thought it would help," he said, "Barrett always seemed to have a way of calming you down and I know you miss the guys at the home. We couldn't get them all here but I thought our doppelgangers would be enough."

"Doppelgangers?" Me and Barrett asked at the same time, both of us raising an eyebrow.
"People who look the same as you but aren't related to you." Grey said at the same time Damian said, "Or are from different earths." They looked at each other for a moment before both exploding into a conversation about some superhero TV show they watched.
I turned to Barrett, "Nerds." We said at the same time, rolling our eyes fondly. I could see what he meant about us looking like one another though, if I were to cut off all of the blond I'd look almost exactly like Barrett and Grey held an uncanny resemblance to Damian, they both had the same gourgous eyes and fluffy hair that didn't really seem to grow at all.

I pulled the dress jacket on reluctantly, it's shiny purple material calling to me from all of the disgustingly bright colours on the rack. Damian had found one that was exactly the same in the men's section and was trying that on as I did. If I could get a little paint to them, by spring fling they'd look amazing.
I stepped around the racks in front of me and did a little spin for Barrett and Grey, both of whom clapped and cheered making me blush.
"Wow!" I heard Damians ecstatic cry from behind me, turing to see him in matching me, "We're identical!"
I grinned at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me and spinning us both, trying to ignore the stares from other customers as I wished I had made the choose to bring Obi with me. I had never needed him around the Home guys so I didn't see the point, now I regreted that decision.

"We should totally get these!" Damian cheered, "With a little paint, a white shirt and some black trousers, or a skirt in your case, this could be a proper good look!"
I nodded along, pulling on the fabric slightly but ultimately agreeing wholeheartedly with his decision, "Yeah, I mean as long as I can wear my boots with it I don't really care."
"Well you both look great!" Grey promised, beaming slightly, "I reckon next time we go to a party me and Bear should dress up like you!" He elbowed Barrett playfully.
Rolling her eyes she replied, "Whatever you like, ya weirdo!"
I laughed along with them and went with Damian to find the appropriate legwear, stalling a little to look at all of the dresses and be thankful I'd made the choice not to wear one. There was no way I wanted to look like a peacock in front of the entire school.

I hadn't realised it then, but going out with Barrett, Grey and Damian had been something I'd needed desperately to lift my spirits. By the end of the day I was actually beginning to look forward to spring fling and Damian had promised to do my hair for me so I knew it would be good.
The only question I had was Cady. I still didn't know what to do about her. My feelings for her were confused but they hadn't just vanished overnight. That was the scariest part. I still loved her when I really shouldn't have.