𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

~Never give up, it's such a wonderful life~

Hurts

Ugh, why can I never find something to wear when I need to be ready fastly?! I only had ten minutes until the arrival of Vince and I was still wrapped in my towel. Thankfully I had time to do my hair. I had done nothing more than two pigtails on the top of my head and some straightening.

'Ugh! Where are you Valeria when I need ya?!' I mentally cursed and continued the staring contest between me and my clothes.

I know what you are thinking. Why was I not stealing a hoodie from my brothers? Well, lemme tell you a fact about the Agostino brothers. Never and I mean NEVER steal ANY of their hoodies and clothes in general, except if you want to wake up on your mattress in the middle of your pool, wearing only your pajamas bottom and a plain t-shirt during November. True story!

However, I, being the brat I am, decided to through on me a nice, dark blue hoodie I found with my black cargo and match it with my black boots and three of my silver rings.

Just as I was about to lie on my bed and put on some music, I heard the doorbell rang and greetings from downstairs, making me shot up from my bed in panic.

I looked over at my mirror and admired my outfit. 'Ah, now I at least can reach the shoulders of my brothers' I thought as I noticed that the boots had a small heel, making me look at least a little taller. Ah, I sometimes hate being only 5 feet (153cm) while all my brothers are 6 feet (180 cm) and taller.

My door cracked open, revealing a Dylan with risen eyebrows looking around the room, searching for me, taking me by surprise.

"Nefeli Vince is h-" When his eyes fell on me tho, he froze. His eyes darkened and a mischievous smirk played on his lips. He started walking towards me "What are you wearing...?" he asked teasingly.

I looked down at my outfit to find what he had spotted and if something was too revealing. 'What the h- oh no...' Out of all my brothers do I had to wear HIS hoodie?! I was officially fucked up...

I started backing away, my arms in front of my torso, some giggles from anticipation escaping me. "Dyl" I tried to use the nicknames I just came up with to try and soften him. I knew what was coming, whatever it was, it was not good "Dyl please I am sorry. I did not know it was yours. Dylan... Dyl, Dylan stay away from me... Dylan- DYLAN!" I yelped and cried when my youngest brother threw me over his shoulder on my back, my head hanging in front of his right thigh, looking in front of us.

"NO! PUT ME DOHOHOHOWN!" I cried in between my giggles as he started walking towards the first floor, near the rest of our brothers and our cousin. 'Oh gosh, can this moment be more embarrassing?' and I felt my- sorry his hoodie falling in front of my head, exposing my black bra 'Okay, I seriously need to shut up...'

So you could see a laughing girl, on the shoulder of her older brother, trying to keep her blouse in place and wiggle out of his grip. "Aw Nefeli, I am sure Vince would be so happy to see how much of a baby you are" he teased as he carried me.

I had never received a tease or a happy moment like that from Dylan. This day was full of surprises. Firstly Noah and now Dylan. Wow, I think I should be in danger more often if this is the only reason to see those sides of them...

I was too busy thrashing around giggling and screaming for him to put me down to notice six pairs of eyes looking at us in amusement as we entered the kitchen.

Dylan walked to one of the barstools and set me on someone's lap who soon turned out he was Chris. My pigtails were now messier than ever like my clothes and my face was red as a tomato both from laughing, embarrassment, and shyness.