Siblings (an O2L FanFiction)

Called

~Connor~

I went up to my room and dialled Trevor's cell phone. It took three rings for someone to pick up.

"Connor!" A happy-sounding Trevor greeted through the phone.

"Hey Trevor!" I smiled giddily. "Are all the boys there?" I asked.

"Yeah, give me a second. SAM, KIAN, RICKY, JC! GET DOWN HERE! CONNOR'S ON THE PHONE." I heard Trevor yell. "They'll be down In a second."

"Put it on speaker when they're all down, I have a very important question." I said matter-of-factually.

"Hey Connor!" The boys chorused.

"I miss you!" Jc yelled, making sure I head him.

"Miss you too!" I said back happily. It felt good to talk with the boys again.

"So, what's this important question you have for us Mr. Franta?" Sam asked and I could imagine him stroking an imaginary beard.

"Is that spare room still empty?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" Kian asked first.

"I might have someone staying with us when I get back and I was hoping she could stay there..." I trailed off, hoping for a yes.

"Yeah! That's cool with us!" Jc and Kian said, obviously really happy.

"Can you tell us who it is?" Trevor asked.

"Nope." I said, popping my 'p'.

They groaned, "why not?" Sam asked, sorta disappointed.

"Because I don't know if she staying for sure or not..." I trailed off again, I didn't want to disappoint them by telling them she was my sister and then not have her stay with us. And my heart ache thinking that.

"Fine, keep this mystery woman a secret." Jc said jokingly.

"Whatever." I laughed, "well I got to go!"

"Bye!!" The chorused.

"Bye!" I said and clicked end call.

"MOM!" I yelled down the stairs. I heard the sound of her feet coming up the stairs and down the hall.

"What is it." She smiled so brightly, she just looked so happy. Overjoyed even.

"Abbigail can stay!" I yelled and rapped my arms around my mom and a death-grip hug.

"That's great honey!" Mom squealed with absolute happiness. "Have you found out where the McNeil's live?" She asked.

"No, not yet." I said, "I'm 'bout to do that now." I said smiling as I walked over to my computer.

I typed Terrance and Jennifer McNeil. Into the browser and load of results came up. I clicked on the first result.

"It says here that Jennifer is a famous journalist and has been all over the world and Terrance is doctor. They have a 14 year old son named Jackson who plays Baseball and a foster daughter named Abbigail!!" I shouted out her name when I read it, I was just so happy. I can't even explain it. "It says if you have any question regarding Jennifer's journals the call this number."

I dialled the number into my cell phone and gave it to mom. They picked up instantly.

"Uh hi, I'm Jill Franta. Do you remember me by any chance?" Mom asked hopefully. "Good, wait let me put this on speaker."

She took the phone away from her ear and pressed the speaker button.

"Hi Mrs. McNeil. I'm Conner Franta." I said very, very happily into the phone.

"Hi Conner." She laughed. " I'm so happy to hear from the Franta's again!"

"Good to hear from you too!" My mom exclaimed. "The reason we're calling is for Abbigail, we would like to bring her back with us."

"Really?" Mrs. McNeil said. "It's up to her if she wants to go, you know that. So I don't know if she'll say yes or not."

"We know, we would just like to give it a shot." My mom almost sound like she was pleading.

"You can come tomorrow around noon." Mrs. McNeil informed us. "You'll find us at 299 Wilson avenue." She said. My mom grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a random pen and scribbled the address down in sloppy adult handwriting.

(A/N: random address, don't even know if it exists:/k?)

"Thank you." My mom cried with tears streaming down her face. Not tears of anger or sadness, but tears of happiness.

"No problem." Mrs. McNeil said and I could feel her smile and wink, even though we weren't there.

"We'll see you tomorrow!" My mom squealed in excitement.

"Bye." We hung up the phone and mom started jumping around in joy.

Then she rammed into me, giving me a surprise hug. She squeezed me hard and hugged tightly back. "I finally get my little girl back." She cried.

"And I get my sister back." I said and kissed moms forehead.