Rumours (Isaac Garcia x Reader)

~☆Chapter 1☆~



(again only if you want.)

   I walked downstairs all dressed and ready for a new day, a new school, a new life.

   I hopped down past the last step, walking into the kitchen seeing Veronica there cooking breakfast, she doesn't have to make us breakfast. Her job is to look after our Dad, not us. But she does anyway.

   She doesn't even get paid extra, I've tried to get my mam to pay her some more, but she said to ask Veronica. She also said no because she wanted to do it for us.

   Like I said, Mother figure.

   "Hey, Veronica." I smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek hopping up onto the counter.

   "How's your brother doing with all this." She asked me, she cared so much about all of us.

   "Which one?" I joked laughing a little at my own, not at all funny joke.

   "Dont be a smart arse." He said, pointing the spachula at me.

   I gasped dramatically "your threatening me?!" I wiped a fake tear away from my eye, placing my hand on my heart.

   She sighed. "You're just like Miley.." she let out a soft chuckle

   My body tensed at the mention of Miley.

   Miley.

   My big sister. Me and Carl's big sister.

   It's almost like our family is cursed.

   "Right! Any-wayy" I said in a sing-song tone, jumping off the counter. Walking over to the stairs.

   "Tos me one of them!" I called out to Veronica, her knowing what I meant and throwing me an orange. "Apple too?" I asked, and she threw.

   I ran up the stairs bragging into my brothers room like a hurricane. Throwing the apple at him.

   "Head shot!" I yelled as I hit him in the head with it.

   "Wakey wakey sleeping beauty, we got school, can't doss our first day now can we? Maybe our second." I joked.

   Since my brother never talks, like, ever, I talk a lot when I'm around him. I talk a lot, but i can tell he doesn't mind. He listens, too. We've been a lot closer since... what happened to Miley.

   I guess that was the silver lining.

   He picked up a book that was on his bedside table and threw it at me but missing terribly.

   "Right, be back in ten minutes. You better be ready."

   I walked on downstairs back to Veronica.

   "Hey, so pet, your father was good friends with this fella who lives down the road." She began.

   I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "andd...?"

   "And, I think it'd be a good idea if you and Carl went there after school, you know, say hello to some of you dad's old friends. I'll take care of Oliver, don't worry."

   "What's his name?" I asked, starting to peel my orange.

   "George Walter."

   "George? He have any kids?"

   "Just a handful."

   Carl came stomping down the stairs.

   "Jeez, the kid doesn't need to speak, but you can still hear it from a mile away." Veronica joked.