we shouldn't

twenty seven • magic

After a week in this house I feel malnourished and for lack of a better word; bored.

I've journaled and sketched a little, but other than that I just sleep my days away and count down to my eighteenth birthday.

Keys jingling once again, signalling
Olga was coming in.
The door creaked open, and I'm met with not Olga but Stacey.

"Stacey!" I exclaim, hopping off the bed to hug her.

"How are you dear?" She smiled, pulling away from the hug.

"I've been better" I mumble, "what are you doing here?"

"You're moving to a new home" she smiles.

"Why?" I question.

"I'll explain in the car, grab your bags," she said with a huge smile plastered on her face.

I pick up a few clothes laying on the floor into my bag and zip it up. I follow Stacey out to the car and buckle myself in.

"So" she smirks, "Billie worked her magic"

"What? Why? How?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Well she talked to your sibling"

"Go on" I urge.

"Your siblings would love for you to move in and so would their foster parents," she says, excitement filled her voice.

"For real?" I ask in shock.

"Yes!"

I stare out the window in disbelief, watching the buildings go by.
To be able to live with my siblings is an absolute dream. Now being with Billie would be legal but that doesn't mean her family doesn't hate me for doing what I did.

"So I'm moving there...right now?" I wonder, still in absolute shock.

"Yes, Spencer!"

A few short minutes later we are pulling into the same driveway I was in a few weeks ago. Looking at it from a new perspective. This is now my home.

I quickly grab my bags and make my way to the door, not bothering to wait for Stacey.
I knock on the door without hesitation.
"SPENCER!" Quinn shouts, opening up the door and I lean down a little to engulf her in a hug.

"Quinn, I'm so happy to see you!" I smile, pulling away.

"Mom says you're living with us now," she says excitedly.

"I heard" I smile.

"Welcome back," Jacob says from the kitchen.

"Can I show Spencer her room?" Quinn asks, turning to Jacob.

"Of course" he smiles, pulling something delicious smelling out of the oven.

I turn around hugging and thanking Stacey before following Quinn upstairs.
We walk down the large hall, past Asher and Quinn's room.

"This used to be the guest room," Quinn says opening up the door.

My eyes widen at the size of the room, it's own bathroom attached and a large walk-in closet. There's a king-sized bed placed under a large window with two nightstands. Off to the side, there were glass doors with a small balcony, where two chairs and an outdoor love seat sat.

"We never have people stay over anyways so mom and dad didn't care," she says, hopping onto the large bed.

"Spencer you're here!" Asher shouts from the door. I run up to him and wrap my arms around him.

"How are you?" I ask with a smile plastered on my face.

"I'm so happy!" He smiles.

"Me too" I respond.