Michael Taylor was sure- he was in love with Lydia Saunders, even if she was engaged to someone else. He had been for years and no one else came close. Not until that kiss happened.
Suddenly, Lyanna Saunders- the woman he vowed to hate forever- was...
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It never bothered me that I'm the only boy in the family; if anything, I quite liked being the only big brother my sisters had but sometimes, these women went too far with their girl-talk and I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. Like, when they start talking periods, what pill they're all taking, which bloke they're all going after this week... there are some things that a brother really doesn't need to know.
With our father still unaware that Nina is back from her backpacking trip, my sisters have all started to congregate at my home a few nights a week. I've skipped a couple of nights-in but this evening, I decided to join them. Romilly, being the second eldest in the family, was a caretaker and had planned everything down to the last detail, including what pizzas we would order for food. Pollo forza, Diavolo, Veneziana, Texas Meat Meltdown, and a New Orleans Chicken Sizzler. For Isabella, our resident pizza-hater, Romilly had ordered a Leggera Superfood Salad.
While we waited for the food order to arrive, Helena and Isabella scrolled through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch. It came down to a battle of Deadpool versus Pride. It worried me slightly that Isabella was pushing for Deadpool so much.
"The second film is coming out soon and I need to rewatch," she whined when Romilly and Nina sided with Helena. Turning to me, she gave me the puppy-eyed look, thinking that it would sway me to side with her. I shook my head. "You suck."
"Cheers, Isa," I sarcastically say, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. Feeling my stomach about to groan, I look at Romilly sitting next to me and ask her how long it'll be. When she says forty minutes, I snort and go to the kitchen to grab a packet of Doritos. "I'm a growing boy, I need food. So, we're watching Pride, huh?"
Helena nods. "Yep. Then we're going to find Isa's fake ID and burn it before she can use it to go and see Deadpool 2." We all hear a sharp intake of breath, a telltale sign that Isabella's about to go on the defence. Before she could start her rant, however, Helena makes a shushing noise and sternly says, "No."
See, whereas Romilly is the caretaker of the family, Helena is the no-hold-barred straight-shooter of the family. I've lost count of the times she's made someone cry just from a withering sideways glance, so when she tells you to shush, you damn well shush. Isabella, knowing this, huffs and plops down into the beanbag that's on the floor, sulking like she's a four-year-old, not a fourteen-year-old. Grumbling to herself, she starts to mimic Helena, her head bobbing this way and that way as her rant continues and finally ends with a loud, prolonged sigh, flourished with an overdramatic crossing of her arms.
