It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

one // introducing me

--Chicago's P.O.V--

"Come on, Chicago. Just sit down and eat some breakfast. You never eat breakfast. It worries me greatly."

I shook my head at our housekeeper, Summer, as I laced on my shoes at the kitchen table. "Summer, I love you, but I've told you a thousand times, I eat at school."

She seemed doubtful.

I crossed my arms and cocked my hip to the side. "I'm not kidding. I do eat at school, ask Lilac when she comes to pick me up. She sees me buy breakfast in the cafeteria every morning."  

"Maybe I will ask Lilac when she arrives." Summer let out a humph sound before exiting the kitchen to probably go wake up my brothers from their deep slumber. 

Once she was out of hearing range, I scrambled for my phone that was buried under all the homework and textbooks that were laid out upon the wooden table. After unlocking it, I quickly went to Eleanor's contact and clicked the little text message icon.

Hey, Lil, do me a favor and please don't come inside today when you pick me up. I'll explain later.

I sat my phone back down as on the table as my older twin brothers, Jonah and Noah, bounded into the room.

"Morning, little sis," Jonah said, ruffling my hair before he began to dig in the fridge.

"Sleep well last night?" Noah asked me, "because I definitely didn't."

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm a very restless sleeper," Jonah retorted, his mouth full of cereal. "If it was up to me, I wouldn't sleep in the same bed as you, but sadly, it's not."

I rolled my eyes at their bickering.  Having siblings was difficult, especially when you had nine of them like I did. Eight brothers and one sister. I was the third youngest and was born a year after the twins were. My younger brothers, Hugo and Caspian, were only a year apart in age as well.

My family was a very wealthy family although I didn't see myself as being rich. Our house was quite big, but a few of my siblings still had to share a room, like Jonah and Noah. Their bedroom was the attic which could only fit two twin size beds that were pushed together acting like one big bed. Jonah really had no sense of personal space when he was asleep, so he always managed to end up laying on Noah in the middle of the night.

"Please tell me, Chicago," my fourteen year old brother, Caspian, said, walking into the room. "Please tell me that I can ride with you and Lilac to school today. Hugo is really getting on my nerves."

"I get on everyone's nerves," Hugo replied, appearing behind Caspian, making him jump. "I just like getting on yours a whole lot more than everyone else's."

I chuckled as I threw my bookbag over my shoulder. "Sure, Caspian. You can ride with Lilac and I."

My younger brother breathed a sigh of relief as Noah looked at me in disbelief. "How come you get to have a friend pick you up while the rest of us are stuck with riding with Micah?"

"You guys are only riding with Micah because neither of you bothered to learn how to drive," I retorted.

"I don't want to drive," Jonah told me. "It proves that I'm growing up and that's the last thing I want to do."

"You guys are seventeen years old," I retorted. "You're supposed to grow up. I'm sixteen and I'm more mature than you are."

Noah shrugged. "Well, that's your choice, isn't it?"

Before I could respond, a horn sounded outside, signaling that Caspian and I had to go.

"Here's Lilac," I commented to no one in particular.

I slipped my chevron patterned backpack onto my back and grabbed my laptop bag. Caspian already had his stuff together and currently being poked in the cheek by Hugo.

"Caspian and I are leaving, Summer!" I called.

"Okay, sweethearts!" She replied from the top of the stairs. "I hope you have a good day at school and Christian and Denahi are going to pick you up from school if I can get them out of bed!"

"I love you!" Caspian called before he rushed me out the door, trying to escape from Hugo's annoyance.

"I love Hugo, but sometimes I want to strangle him!" my fourteen year old brother exclaimed as we started down the sidewalk. "Is that bad, Chicago?"

I shook my head, adjusting the fedora that he had resting on his brown hair. "I want to strangle Jonah and Noah all the time, Caspian. It happens when you have siblings that are one year apart. I promise you it's normal."

I pushed open the wrought iron gate that lead out of my yard and Caspian closed it after him.

"It's about time!" my best friend, Lilac, yelled at me as I opened the passenger door of her car.

Caspian pulled open the backseat passenger door and threw his bag in before climbing in himself.

"Why is one of your many brothers in my car?" She asked as I lowered myself down into the passenger's seat.

"Do you even know my name?" Caspian asked her, annoyance very obvious in his voice. "Or am I just one of Chicago's many brothers?"

Lilac started the car. "You're Caspian and you're the youngest out of ten siblings. You also want to prove yourself quite a lot because you think all your siblings are better than you."

My hand flew out to hit my best friend in the arm. "Shut up!"

Caspian's face was a look of betrayal as I looked at him through the rear view mirror. "I can't believe you told her, Chicago!"

My family, from an outsider's point of view, looked perfect. We were an example of a perfect family. Of course, things happen behind closed doors.

Caspian was a good kid, better than most. He got solid B's and every teacher in school loved him, but yet he was not satisfied with his life.

He always felt bad about himself for no reason, so my parents got him a therapist to talk out his problems with. The therapy was going really well for him and one time I heard him tell his therapist that he felt like he needed to prove himself just because he was the youngest of ten children. Lilac only knew because I was on the phone with her when I overheard. She promised never to bring it up.

"Caspian, I'm sorry," I apologized. "She was on the phone with me when I heard."

I watched my younger brother shook his head in disbelief. "I don't care."

I sighed, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window as Caspian shoved his headphones in his ears.

"He'll get over being angry, Chicago," Lilac said, softly. "He'll understand that you didn't mean for me to know."

I highly doubted it. Caspian could hold a grudge longer than anybody I knew, not including my boyfriend, Garrett.

"I just can't wait for this day to be over," I mumbled before closing my eyes.

A/N: This is like a short beginning chapter! I hope you like it and I promise you it'll get better.

Question of the chapter:

Favorite brother of Chicago's so far?

I really enjoy the characters Jonah and Noah because they remind me of the Weasley brothers.

- L.A