Sleep, wake up early, go to school, spend all day at the library, come home late, sneak into your room and play your bass. Avoid the Kirklands at all costs. That was what your days were like the next couple of weeks.
And so far you’d managed. In fact your grades were looking the best they had for a while what with you studying for hours on end in the library. And as you were eating little to no breakfast before leaving for school, eating a lot to make up for it during lunch and skipping dinner, your jeans were starting to feel much baggier.
Not that you cared, as long as you didn’t have talk to any of them. If you did however see one of them, which happened often as you came out of the bathroom, you’d walk past them and ignore them, not making eye contact.
And this was pissing them off to say the least.
“I mean we live in the same house! Would it kill her to at least say hello?!” Allistor growled, lighting another cigarette in his frustration. “She’s probably just adjusting, I mean we did kind of just barge into her personal space.” Dylan said as he washed some dishes.
“I’m sure she’ll like us soon. Don’t worry, big bro~”Peter chimed, playing with his hands. “But Dyl, what if she doesn’t like us?” Iain asked, his twin nodding. “Yeah, what if she like hates us?”
Arthur sighed, setting his teacup down. “I’m sure we just need to give her some time.” The twins scowled at him and went to flank his sides. “But we’re saying what if she doesn’t?” Arthur rolled his eyes. “Time. You’ll see.”
“Like you’re such an expert on women Artie~” they teased, sticking their tongues out at him. He scowled in response, getting to his feet to continue the fight. “Alright! That’s enough!” Dylan called, handing the twins a tea towel each and setting them to work.
“I’m just worried as to what she’s eating. I don’t believe she’s ever eaten with us and she’s never eaten the stuff I left out for her.” The Welshmen muttered, concerned about your health. “On the subject of food Dyl, what’s for dinner?”
He looked at the little menu he’d stuck to the radiator. “Hmmm, well it’s Al’s turn to cook and I believe we’ve got stew for dinner.” Allistor grinned, putting his cigarette out. “I’ll get working on it then.”
Dylan nodded, wiping his hands on his apron. “When (y/n) comes back and the food’s ready I’m making her eat whether she likes it or not.” He decided, clenching his fists in determination.
You snuck into the house, your wet hair clinging to your face as you slid your soaked shoes off. It just had to start raining the moment you left didn’t it? Tiptoeing upstairs, you grabbed a towel and put it on your head as you pulled off your wet clothes.
Sliding into your flannel pyjamas, you left the towel on your hair as you pulled your bass onto your lap, put on your headphones and sat on your bed.
After popping a lollypop into your mouth by means of nourishment you started playing. Though you jumped when your door opened, seemingly just a few moments later. “I did knock.” Dylan said matter-of-factly, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at you.
Sliding your headphones off, you rolled the lollipop in your mouth. When he didn’t say anything else you raised your eyebrow at him. “Well.....what?”
He furrowed his brow, scanning your pyjama-clad body. “You’re thinner. Just as I thought, you haven’t been eating have you?”
You shrugged in response, fiddling with your bass-strings. “There’s food on the table for you.” You didn’t reply, merely grunting at him. “It’d be really nice if you came and ate it.” He stated, his head tilted to one side.
You sighed, biting your lip when your stomach growled at the prospect of food. “....I’m not hungry.”
“And that would be why your stomach is trying to get to know me better?” You blushed and glared at him. “I thought I told you before, just leave me be.”
His arms folded, he looked down at you. “How about no?” With that he grabbed your arm, taking your bass from you and dragging you outside after he’d put it down on your bed.
“Oi! I told to let me go!” You grumbled, pulling against his force. “Looks like you’re becoming more energetic.” He commented, releasing you only after he’d closed the door to the dining room behind the two of you.
“Dylan!” You growled, bringing your face close to his to threaten him. “Oooh look! They’re gonna kiss!”
“Knew he was up to something the bastard!”
“Aaaw can I come to the wedding?”
Blushing furiously, you spun around and hissed at the three boys standing around you. “Dammit! I was NOT going to kiss him!” The twins and Peter nodded at you knowingly. “Suuuure, you weren’t.”
“Are you certain of that?” Dylan asked, sneakily wrapping his arms around your waist and blowing air in your ear. “Yes!”
You wriggled out of his grasp and bared your teeth at them. “Careful, she bites!” You heard coming from behind you. “Anyways dinner’s ready.” Allistor told you all, two steaming plates of stew in his hands.
“I told you before, I’m not hungry.” You huffed, but Peter tugged on your hand, making you look at him. Bad mistake. “You’re...not going to eat with us?” He asked, using his best puppy dog eyes on you. After his blast of cuteness he succeeded in pulling you into a seat, happily claiming the one next to you.
“Sorry, ‘bout this love. Dylan was worried you weren’t getting enough to eat.”
You blinked in surprise to see Arthur sitting next to you. “But eat for us, ‘kay?” He was using his gentleman tone on you.
“Well, I am hungry. So just this once....” You muttered, eyeing the plate of food in front of you. You waited for a moment, making sure everyone else had a plate of food and then you took a tentative bite.
“Thanks! That was actually pretty good!” You grinned as you wiggled on your chair. Allistor grinned back at you. “Well, anything’s better than what Artie’d feed us.” He commented wryly, ducking as Arthur threw something at him.
“Are you that bad of a cook?” You asked him, seeing his face turn red. He started to stutter, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.
“Well, to be honest he doesn’t really cook things at all, he just incinerates them.” Iain or Flynn, you hadn’t figured out which was which teased, high-fiving his mirror image.
“Yeah, I mean you can set fire to cereal Artie.” Peter broke it to him slightly softer than his twin brothers had done. “Whatever.”
You stood up and gathered the plates, making small talk to Dylan as you washed up. Quickly, you were able to finish up and after saying your goodnights you left.
Seems like they were actually decent people, you thought, brushing your teeth. Maybe, they won’t be the same.... the soft pull of the brush through your hair soothed your thoughts and a wave of drowsiness took you over.
Your feet dragging against the floor, you got into bed, falling asleep before your head hit the pillow.
The irritating beep of your alarm clock woke you up. Sighing you cracked your eyes open to see the light of a new morning streaming past your curtains.
Your hair a mess of curls and sticking-up parts, you made your way downstairs, still in your pyjamas. Stepping into the kitchen, you smiled sleepily at the two eldest brothers. The word that passed your lips hadn’t been uttered by you before to them. And it made them smile the most heartfelt smile they had for a while.