I'm sure you'd be asking how my story is still being heard of.
Yes, I am very much alive and breathing, thank you very much for caring. No, injuries, just plain old April. I guess I should be happy that I can still even look in the mirror without jumping back in fright.
I'd left the restaurant with a really red face and skin, I looked like a sausage. Zeke was a sputtering mess when I stomped out. I called Adam to get me away from there. He brought Chase's kit just in case. I had to restrain him from punching Zeke, who knows what it might do to his career. I mean Zeke.
You could say I was really lucky to go out without having troubles breathing. But that was just on one side, I still got scolding from Macy and Adam, even Lola and May. June just laughed on FaceTime at how red my skin was, well, still is.
Don't you just love family?
I didn't have any other reaction apart from my red skin, I haven't gone out of the house for two days. It's Saturday now. And I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, if mom were to see this, she'd have a heart attack.
I shrug and rinse my mouth, walking out of my room and down the stairs, my dreads fall down to my waist, swaying slightly as I slowly make it down. The voices reach my ears and it takes me until I'm fully down to realize that there's a different voice.
I stare at Austin as he blinks at me, lips parted slightly to make an 'O' and I freeze.
"April?" He asks once he regains himself. My mind snaps back into realization and I sprint up the stairs, tripping and landing hard on my stomach.
"Ow!" I groan and clutch my stomach, squeezing my eyes in pain. Someone's quick footsteps reaches me and helps me up from the stairs, cradling me to a hard chest as he finishes my lap up the stairs and into some room.
He lays me on the bed and I open my eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling and I look sideways, seeing Austin staring at me with panic.
"I know huh, I look like I got run over by a grill." I say and his eyes lighten in amusement. He stands beside me, his head tilted.
"Oh, even in pain, you still manage to blow a very unserious joke." He laughs and I wave a hand.
"You know me, always trying to be the joker!" He rolls his eyes and I see Macy, Adam and Chase poking their head through the door. I see the fixated glare that Chase has on the back of Austin's head.
"They're staring and glaring at me aren't they?" He asks in a quiet voice and I smile.
"We can flirt to get them away," I suggest and the smirk that covers his face tells me that he's looking forward to that plan.
"I think you have to say that again because I was so lost in the angelic voice I think I fell." He says and I raise a brow, that's a new one.
"What's your name or can I call you mine?" I shoot back and his lips quiver.
"Did you scrape your knee from falling from the sky?" He asks, leaning closer to me, I stare at his face.
"No, I burnt my flesh crawling out of hell to be with you." I say and he pauses, biting his lower lip as he stares at mine.
I look up to his eyes and suck my lip into my mouth. He looks back into my eyes and raises his to brush the top of my left eye brow, where a tattoo lies. His fingers trail down my neck, thumb brushing my throat as he slowly examines the tattoos.
"Why do you have so many tattoos?" He asks as his eyes slowly meet mine. I take my time to drown in those depths as my lips move.
"It makes me feel covered, people like to see it as a stain, but I see it as a blanket." I say and his hands hold my jaw, his lips just inches away.
"I see it as a map of your victory, and I know how much people criticize you about it, but the more you get, it shows the last victory." He says and my breath hitches. His eyes catch something and his lips lift up in a smirk before he looks down at my body.
"It seems you have an obsession with the tooth fairy." He says and my eyes widen before I narrow it at him.
"I do-" a loud thud caused me to jump away from him and I see Adam laying on the ground, groaning while Macy had a look of pure joy, just like when she gets peanut butter. Chase is standing behind her, a scowl on his face but I don't miss the small tug on his lips when his eyes meets Austin's.
"So, you'll marry him?" Macy asks all of a sudden, dashing for me. She jumps on the bed, causing Austin to fall off. She sends him an apologetic look and turns back to me, that blinding smile still on her face.
"So, will you marry him? I heard you say I do." She squeals and I just blink.
"I-"
"Alright wifey, come on, leave Ap and lover boy." Adam says and grabs Macy, pulling her off the bed while she protests. He shuts her up in a short kiss but she pulls away, still whining about me. He grabs her chin and captures her lips, leaving Chase gagging. He successfully gets her out of the room, while still kissing and Chase runs into my bathroom and starts heaving.
I roll my eyes and hear Austin's deep chuckles, causing me to turn and meet him.
"You sure are a little devil, it'll only take a matter of time before you grow horns and take my soul for yourself." He says and I smile, looking down.
"I'd rather have your heart." I whisper.
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The news had eventually spread to my parents and they took the first flight down here last night and are going to arrive soon, oh joy.
We're at the airport and I'm sitting through Ethan's glare. He'd gotten here quicker than the rest since he's closer to San Diego, Brooke is talking with Macy and it feels good to not have her on my back all the time.
Chase couldn't care less as he slowly blinked, a toothpick in his mouth. I sigh and lean back in the chair, scratching my eyebrow.
"Brother, would you stop looking at me like I'm the one that got in between your make out session with your wife." I say and Brooke flushes, glaring at me slightly.
I laugh at her and Ethan smirks at the blush on her face. "I'm not mad about the make out session being interrupted, I'm mad that it had to be because of some red lizard." He says and I gasp, shooting him a dirty look.
"I'll not insult you because you're in front of your wife, don't want her seeing you the way I do." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"God knows I don't." I nearly launch for him before someone holds my hand, causing me to look at Adam. He looks ahead of him and I see mom and dad coming towards us.
I sink into my chair but Ethan's glare has me grumbling as I stand with the rest of them, walking to meet my parents.
A smile gradually makes it's way to my lips as I stare at them, walking towards us. Ethan hugs dad and Brooke hugs mom, smiling as they nod and answer some questions. Mom's eyes flit to mine and she narrows it before a smile takes over and she starts laughing, pointing at me.
I roll my eyes and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her once she calms down. "Hey mom, how was your vacation?" I ask and pull away to look at her face.
"It was splendid, I didn't even miss you guys!" She exclaims and I hear Ethan gasp and start dramatically crying.
"I won't be surprised if she's preggers." Adam snickers to my dad and he laughs.
"I wouldn't be either." Mom says and I make a disgusted face. I turn to my dad and wrap my arms around him.
"Hey dad." I breathe in his scent and smile as he runs his hand down my hair.
"Hey baby girl, come on, let's get home." He says and I realize that by home, he means our family home.
I smile and nod, pulling away. I turn to Adam and Ethan, clapping my hands. "Chop chop! Take their bags!" I say and Adam looks at me in amusement.
What, do they think I'm joking?
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I'm in the kitchen with mom, making breakfast. Dad is by the door, sipping his tea and having a light conversation with mom. I flip the pancake, smiling as it makes a perfect landing. I don't use a spatula to flip it, I flip the pan in such a way that the pancake rolls over, a skill mother taught me.
I'd started cooking for the whole family when I was ten, although mom would assist me, I'd do almost everything from chopping whatever, grating and mincing. I'm still pretty surprised at how I don't have many cuts on my fingers.
Mom forbids having a cook in her home, she'd always turn her nose up and say "Imagine a cook having a cook! Or worse, a cook's children having a cook! It's a taboo! Impossible!" Yes, and with her very British accent.
My parents are British, very British, but they'd brought us to America at a very young age, so we don't have any accent. Well, except Ethan and Kira, they have slight accents. Me and my sisters have a very slight Spanish accent from staying with most Spanish people, but it's only heard when we speak Spanish. Chase, I'm surprised he's not even rolling with the pueblo of San Diego.
He's a complete América Española. But he was three when we came here, so it was kind of expected of him to speak that way. It's why he makes so many friends here easily, even though he says he doesn't want them.
"Honey, can you pass me the dishes?" Mom asks as I turn off the stove, placing that pancake on top of the other ones. I grab two dishes for her and dad and set it at the table. She smiles at me and jerks her head up, which means go wake up your family.
I wall up the stairs to Chase's room first, when I knock, I hear shuffling and a thud before, "Yes, I'll be right down for breakfast now." He calls out and groans. I laugh and walk to the room where Macy is in. Mom made sure to separate them, said she wanted to have a goodnight rest without some midnight noises, Macy flushed at that.
My hands trace the walls that look bare with only curves of my paint brush but in the dark, the light will always shine brighter.
I knock on the door but don't hear anything so I open it, revealing Macy tangled in sheets and mumbling something in her sleep. I roll my eyes and walk to her.
"Macy, wake up." I say and lightly tap her cheek.
"Déjame solo." She mutters sleepily and I shake her.
"Despierta." I say and she frowns, smacking my hand away.
"Te romperé el cuello!" She growls and I roll my eyes, pushing her off the bed.
"¡Despierta ahora!" I say sternly and she shoots me a nasty look.
"¡Bien, estoy despierto!" She shoots back and runs her hand down her face. I sigh and walk out of the room, she'll eventually come down for breakfast. I see Chase and Adam clinging into each other as they walk down the stairs, surely still sleepy. I shake my head at them and easily walk down the stairs.
I hear Macy grumble a good morning to everyone in Spanish as I grab the syrup, pouring it over my pancakes. I give Chase the bottle and grab a fork, about to dig in when another fork cuts out if my pancake and I'm met with rainbow dyed hair and hazel eyes.
"Lo siento." She mutters softly and I wave a hand, digging in.
"Its fine, just next time, try to be more careful when you roll off the bed." I say and she glares at me .
"You pushed me!" She gasps and I raise a brow.
"Wouldn't say I did since there's no evidence." I shrug.
The glare on her face tells me that if looks could kill, I'd be a hundred feet under.