Tea is nice. It's warm and sweet and I like it.
We were sat on the sofa in the living room, the walls were a light grey apart from one that was brick behind what I think is a TV, it was bigger than any I'd ever seen. Everything was soft grey and cream colors, with twinkly lights and plants hanging from the ceiling in the corner.
Ash takes my empty cup from me as Liam finishes explaining what days I'm supposed to take which vitamins.
"So I'll write all this down and put it in your room so you remember when to take them, yea?" He says, my eyes widen slightly.
"Can't read," I say, earning a look of shock from him, "Never been to school," I explain. He nods slowly and thinks for a few seconds.
"Oh, we can put alarms on her phone, maybe use emojis as symbols," Ash says, coming back and sitting down.
"Phone?" I say, tilting my head, I knew what a phone was but I definitely didn't have one.
"We were going to give you my old one," Ash says, my eyes widen again and my jaw drops.
"Real phone?" I mutter, he nods and hands me one. I stare at it for a second, trying to work out what I'm supposed to do before Aidan reaches over and presses a little button on the side and it lights up. There are numbers at the top and some words at the bottom but I don't know what they say, "Can't read it," I say, looking at Aidan.
"You have to swipe it up," he says, I swipe up and it changes, now there are squares and pictures on it.
"Pretty," I say, making them chuckle.
"How about you show Livvy her room and see if her clothes fit and stuff while we make dinner?" Liam asks, turning to Aidan who smiles and nods, instantly getting up to help me.
We make it up the stairs after a lot of struggling, so much it must have been at least a little annoying, but as we reach the top Aidan just smiles and urges me forward until we are standing in front of a plain white door. He opens it and helps me inside. I gasp a little.
It was big, as bigger than my mum's entire living room, with a big bed and a real TV and a rug and some draws and a chair and two extra doors, everything was white or cream but I loved it anyway, the rug was fluffy looking and I scramble to sit down so I can take off my shoes. Aidan chuckles.
"Here, let me help you," he says, slipping the dirty old shoes off my feet. I smile and carefully slide off the chair, sitting on the rug. It was so soft and nice, I run my hands through the fluff and laugh slightly. Aidan sits next to me and just kind of looks at me. I play with the rug for a while before looking up at him, he looks away quickly.
"So, if they think I'm daughter, are you brother?" I say, smiling, he looks back up at me, shocked before shaking his head, "No?" I ask.
"No, definitely not," He says. I frown a bit.
"Oh," I look back down at the rug. I thought Aidan liked me, I thought he wanted me the same way his dads did, but obviously, I was wrong, he didn't want me to be a part of his family. Why would he though, I'm me.
"...Because," I look back up and he looks, weird. No not weird. Some other thing that I don't know the word for, "You aren't supposed to think your sisters are pretty," he says, very quietly. I feel my cheeks get hot.
"Not pretty," I say, quickly, because I wasn't. I was dirty and weird, definitely not pretty. I had seen pretty girls and pretty boys and they looked nothing like me, I am gross and bony, I have scars everywhere and bruises and that is definitely not pretty.
"Yes, you are very pretty," he says, I tilt my head, "You have big brown eyes that look like honey in the sun and your hair looks like actual gold, you are very pretty," He grabs my hand and I smile a bit. He leans forward and I don't know why but I do too, and then he presses his lips on mine. It lasts a few seconds before he pulls away from me. I blink a few times.
"What was that?" I ask. He chuckles a little before his eyes widen.
"Wait you don't know what a kiss is?" He asks. I gasp.
"That's what a kiss is?" I ask, my cheeks getting hotter. He nods, "Tessa said you do that with people you like, but not normal like," I say, trying to remember the little lessons she gave me.
"Yes, like romance like," Aidan confirms, his cheeks getting red, I wonder for a second if that's what's happening to my face.
"Do you romance like me?" I ask.
"A bit, do you romance like me?" He asks, looking down slightly. I think for a second, he is pretty and kind and I want to be around him a lot and he's my favorite person, even though I only know a few.
"I don't know a lot about romance," I say after a while, "But, I think I romance like you,"
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," He says, leaning in and kissing me again, just a short one this time. I giggle and hug him. "We should probably check if your clothes fit," He says, pulling away after a while. I nod, still grinning, he is too. "They are in here," He says, putting his hand against one of the doors and helping me up, he opens it, and inside there is a little room with a puffy seat thing and a lot of silver poles. On one of them are a few clothes, two t-shirts, and a long shirt thingy.
"Wow," I say, as Aidan sits me on the puffy seat.
"There is only a little bit because we are going shopping tomorrow," he explains.
"Still pretty," I say, reaching out to touch the material, "What's this?" I ask, pointing to the long thing, he chuckles.
"It's a dress, have you never seen a dress before?" He asks, I shake my head. The dress looked pretty, it was dark blue with a ruffly top and a long bit at the bottom with a piece of the same fabric wrapped around the middle, "try it on," he says, handing it to me, "I'll wait out here,"
It was a bit of a struggle but after a while of awkward wrestling and trying to move without hurting myself, I'm done.
"Can come in," I say, leaning against the wall. He opens the door and grins when he sees me. He comes over and holds out his hands, letting me use him to hold myself up.
"You look beautiful," He says.
"Beautiful?" I'd never heard the word before.
"Like pretty, but kind of... more. It's different for everyone, for me, beautiful is when the sun sets and there's a little flash of green just before it goes, and the way your eyes light up when you touch something you like the feel of. Or your brilliant smile that isn't even a little bit fake, and... well you get it," He looks down and lets out a half-laugh before looking back up at me, "Can I kiss you again?" he asks. My cheeks get hot again.
"Yes," He presses his lips on mine and this time, I get the hang of what he's doing a bit more and try to do it back. He pulls away and smiles.
"You kissed back," he says, pressing his forehead against mine.
"You are teaching me," I say, smiling back. He lets out a breath and stands up straight.
"We should probably go before they think something happened," he says. I grin.
"Or you teach me some more?" I ask, tilting my head.
"God, you are so cute," He says, smiling and kissing me again.
"I have decided I definitely romantic like you," I say, laughing a little.
"Good," He says, returning it.