The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 25: Silly

Cara's POV

"Darn him and darn his silly pretty eyes! Son of a bucket!" I exclaimed annoyed as I put on my seatbelt. "Who does he think he is?" Just when I was about to start the engine, I realized I left my door open. I rolled my eyes angrily and closed the door hard. It closed, but it bounced back and opened again. "Oh my god." I sighed exasperated. "I need to fix this door."

After a little fight with it, I drove towards my house. I was incredibly tired and my mind wouldn't stop going back to the conversation I just had with Nico.

Why did he have to say all those things? Why stick up his nose into my life? It's none of his business.

I bit my lips hard, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel as I drove. There wasn't even a radio, so the music was just in my head.

Why not just shut up? Why did he have to screw things up?

When I finally arrived home, I found out that Brandon's car was missing. My heart stopped.

It was not too late, maybe they hadn't arrived home yet?

Oh, but it was Saturday. They didn't work on Saturdays.

Please god, if you're up there, don't let me be right.

I parked where Brandon's car was supposed to be and walked to the front door. The lights in the living room were on, the faint sound of TV in the background. I opened with my keys and walked inside. These past two weeks, I'd been leaving the kids for about an hour with Ben. Usually when I arrived, the twins threw themselves at me, since they said they got really bored because Ben was no fun.

Today, however, they were all laughing as they played a game on Ben's laptop. My older brother was sitting on the couch, the twins on each of his sides.

Justin was between Oli's legs, watching the screen but not paying much attention as he distractedly played with the zipper of his monkey patterned onesies. He had a hard time with his social skills and Ben didn't really play with him much since he said he couldn't understand him, so Justin was not very comfortable around him.

"This is a surprise." I exclaimed entering the living room. Justin quickly got up from Oli's lap and ran towards me, gesturing for me to pick him up. I did so, and he wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders, sucking on his thumb.

"A pleasant one, I suppose?"

I nodded, smiling down at Justin, who tried to suppress his smile as I pinched his belly. The twins didn't even glance at me. "Where's grandpa?"

"With Sandro, he's trying to put him to sleep."

"Who gave him his bottle?"

"I did." He glanced up at me, which earned groans from both Oscar and Oli. He had probably killed his player on the game.

"Oh."

"I'm not useless." He pointed out.

"That's debatable." I coughed. Ben gave me a pointed look. I smiled. "So, Sandro's here?"

"Why wouldn't he?" He asked as he resumed the game.

"Oh, nothing." I shrugged, relief coming over me. "So, have you guys had dinner?"

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My phone buzzed on my bedside table for the third time in five minutes. Tomorrow was Sunday, I didn't have to practice, but I still wanted to get up early. I could heard the twins' snickering on the other side of the room. Sighing, I extended my hand and grabbed my phone, squinting due to the brightness of the screen.