Chapter Six

*** OLIVER POV***

Rolland Kissed me! Rolland The-Hottest-guy-in-the-world Hopkins kissed me. ME! Loser with the Harry potter sounding medical problem. The loser with only one friend and who needed his sister and said friend to save him when he got beaten up. The loser who got beaten up on almost on a daily basis. I yelp as my arm explodes in pain. I glare at Kenna.

"What the hell was that for!" I whine rubbing my arm where she had punched me. She throws popcorn at me and continues to flip through the Netflix selection

"You were zoning out I was asking you if you would like to re watch Charmed for the millionth time." I grin. It was my favorite show. She sighs. " Why did I even bother asking?" She asks clicking on it and starting from episode one season one. We sit and munch on our popcorn until it was roughly three in the morning and I couldn't keep my eyes open. "Olly lets go to bed." She says around a huge yawn. I nod my head and rub my eyes, trying to stay awake long enough to trudge up the stairs to my room. I point to Jeremi's room.

"Go get one of her Pj sets she wont know." I yawn and go to my room. While Kenna gets dressed in my sister's room I strip down and grab some Pj bottoms before crawling into my bed. Kenna comes in and nudges me.

"Move over, We forgot to blow the air mattress up and I am too tired to go do it now." She grumbles. Muttering not so nice words I roll over and give her enough room to slide under the covers with me. Like always she curls up against my back and it doesn't bother me. I was known to be a human space heater and Kenna always ended up curling up to my back or my front when she slept over since she got cold very easily. "Night Olly." She mutters before falling into a deep sleep.

"Night Kenny." I say back and fall into my own slumber. Dreams of Stormy eyes and soft lips invade my mind. Hmm I wonder what Rolland was doing right now?

*** ALLEN POV***

I flinch back, stepping down a step as Hank yells something horrible upstairs. The deep booming  like thunder being my brother yelling something back. I creep up the basement stairs and peer into the living room through the bars in the banister. I watch as Hank stood up towering over Rolland who was sitting on the couch.

"I got home to find Karen sitting alone a the dinner table crying because you and that kid took off and left her home alone for dinner! DO you have any RESPECT for her?" Hank yells looking at Rolland with anger. I flinch back again. Why do people think loudness will work when all else fails? I open my eyes and peak at my big brother. I could tell by the way his body was trembling that it wasn't in fear but anger. He may look calm on the outside but I could see his eyes darkening and the slight tremble of his body. My brother was angry. Very angry. I swallow down the rising bile that was clogging my throat. My brother had a nasty temper that was set off when yelled at. It especially flared when he thought I was in danger or being treated unfairly. Don't get mad RO, please don't get mad. I think crossing my fingers. If my brother got in trouble one more time they would take him away from me and I would never see him again. Then who would protect me from the foster parents? Rolland takes a deep breath and forces his hands to unclench

" I'm sorry Sir. When I asked her if Allen and I could go out she said yes. I didn't realize then that it would upset her. If I had I never would have left." He says through clenched teeth. I knew my brother well and knew he wasn't sorry. Karen liked to make it seem like Rolland was a bad guy. I could tell she didn't like either of us but she wouldn't say anything.

"You shouldn't be spying kid." Comes a voice from behind me. I squeal, slapping my hand over my mouth to keep myself from being to loud. Too late. I heard Rolland jump off the couch and run over to the stairs to see if I needed help. Turning around I see Jeff, My foster brother leaning against the banister at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk on his face. Rolland appears at the top.

"Al are you ok? did he hurt you or something?" he asks anger welling in his eyes. I shake my head and take my hand off my mouth.

"No Ro I'm fine, he snuck up on me that's all." I mutter casting my eyes down and moving toward my brother as he went down the stairs. Hank appears at the top his arms crossed.

"Allen go back to bed its past two in the morning and I don't want you tired for school." He snaps "Jeff quit scaring the kid, his screeching is deafening." He says to his son who just snickers and pushes past Rolland and I. Rolland growls under his breath in anger and I flinch as it rumbles against my head. He stops and looks at me.

"Come on lets go to bed." He says gently and pulls me to our shared room in the basement.

"ROLLAND I am NOT done speaking with you!" Hank roars. Rolland curses and turns to face Hank, a harsh glare on his face. 

" Mr Morganstien I understand I messed up. It wont happen again. If I want to go out somewhere I will call you as well to let you know. Allen is practically falling asleep on his feet may I please put him to bed." He asks in strained patience. I look up at him. I was twelve years old I didn't need to be put to bed like a baby. Hank just glares at Rolland but his eyes soften as he sees me. I must really be tired if he could tell by just looking at me. He nods his head once.

"Fine put him to bed, and next time. Call me." He snaps and turns on his heels to walk back upstairs. I sag against Rolland's side, taking comfort as he wraps his arm around me. He opens our door and tugs me inside leading me over to my small single bed. Sitting me down he goes over to the dresser we share and rifles through it until he tosses me a thin cotton shirt that was like a dress on me. I pull my shirt off and tug off my jeans exchanging them for the shirt he gave me. I crawl into bed as he puts on Pj bottoms and gets in his own bed. Looking at him I jump out of mine and pad across the room to his. He doesn't even say a word, he just lifts the blankets and lets me crawl under them curling up to his side. He turns over and I curl up to his back as he tries to get comfy.

"Ro stop wiggling you're so annoying trying to go to bed." I sigh. My brother took FOREVER to get settled. And when he finally was settled he would rearrange once again in like fifteen minutes, claiming to not be comfortable anymore. He snickers before finally relaxing. I close my eyes and breath deeply, trying to sleep. "Hey Ro?" I ask since I couldn't sleep.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for letting me come today. I really liked playing with Beauty." I say and hug his back. He chuckles and reaching a hand behind him ruffles my pale blonde mop of hair.

"Any time kid." He says, his voice sounding thick with sleep.

"Oh and Ro." He sighs

"Yes Allen?"

"I only have one more question I promise."

"Then ask it."

"Are you going to start dating Oliver?" I whisper. I feel his body stiffen and he rolls over to face me, HIs eyes bugging out of his head.

"Why in the world would you say that?" He asks, his voice breathy and thin. I look up at him, the dark of the room making his already dark eyes look pure black. reminding me of the demons on Supernatural. I smile and shrug.

"Because I saw you kiss him and every time he smiles at you, you blush." I say. He shakes his head.

"I cant date him, You know I cant." He whispers. I reach my hand out from under the blanket and smack his forehead making him wrinkle his nose and back away.

"Yes you can! You've saved up enough money for an apartment. When you age out just get a place around here and you two can be together." I say. He smiles and ruffles my hair. I stick my tongue out at him.

"We'll see Allen, We'll see. I just met him." He says and rolls over again. "Now no more questions get some sleep." He grumbles and takes another fifteen minutes to get comfortable again. I roll my eyes but edge closer to him once he settled down. Curling up in a ball my knees dig into his back but he says nothing. After a few minutes his breathing gets heavy and a small snore escapes him signaling that he was sleeping. Making sure he was truly sleeping I slip out of bed and go over to the small desk in our room. Rolland's phone on the desk charging quietly. Picking it up I flip it open and scroll through his contacts until Oliver's name pops up. Without thinking I press the number and hold it to me ear.

"hmm hello?" Comes a sleepy and feminine voice. I frown.

"Well you're not Oliver." I say and the girl laughs quietly.

"And your voice is too high to be Rolland's. Is this Allen?" She asks and yawns. I nod my head before remembering she cant see me.

"Y-yes Its me. Is this Kenna?"

"Indeedy it is. Why are you calling Oliver? is Rolland ok?" She asks concern yet suspicion in her voice. Suspicion? Why was she suspicious of my brother? what did he do to her? I shake my head. Not the point. I take a deep breath.

"I think my brother likes Oliver." I says and Kenna laughs.

"Well DUH! they both like each other. But they just met!" she yawns. "I'm tired I cant talk right now." She whispers sleepily. I snap in into the phone and she yelps. "That hurt my ears." I grin.

"Good. Listen we should get them on like I don't know a date or something. Please Kenna can you help me?" She giggles.

"Look at you, looking out for your big brother. Its adorable. Oh All right I'll help you. Here write my number down so you can call me instead of calling Oliver to get to me." I grab a pen and write the number on a piece of notebook paper. "Night Allen, Oh and delete this phone call out of the recent calls. I don't want Oliver and Rolland to wonder." She hangs up. No doubt passing right back out. Rolland shifts in his sleep and I quickly delete the call record before placing it back on the table. Rolland lifts his head.

"Al? What are you doing up go back to bed." He his voice deeper and sounding like rolling thunder. I nod and walk back over to him, curling up against his back once he rolls back over, to tired to fidget. I close my eyes and fall asleep. a smile on my face. A plan already forming in my mind. 

***Rolland POV***

I wake with a shout as something smacks me hard in the face. My arm throwing out in a punch. Giggling has me opening an eye and giving my brother a death glare. I growl menacingly at him but he just stares at me with innocence. His hands behind his back.

"Don't you even thi-" He lifts his hands and slams the pillow back in my face making me groan.

"UP UP UP ROLLAND!" He shouts. I flip him off before slowly getting out of bed. Allen tosses me my clothes and sits on his bed, waiting for me to get dressed. I point to the door.

"GO get breakfast if there is any. I need to take a shower." I grab the clothes and together we leave, splitting apart at the top of the stairs, Allen going to the kitchen me going to the bathroom. The door was lock and I could hear the shower running. I Banged on the door. "JEFF HURRY UP SOME OF US HAVE TO BE AT SCHOOL IN LESS THEN TEN MINUTES!" I shout. Jeff was Hank and Karen's biological son. He was twenty-five years old and still lived with them because they spoiled him rotten, he also worked a the same where house company that Oliver's dad worked at. How he got the job I couldn't understand. He was the laziest sneakiest son of a b***h I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. The shower stops and the door is yanked open five minutes later. Jeff gives me his lazy smirk, only a towel around him. He smiles wide.

"Well if I had known it was you waiting I would have just let you join." He says with a sly smile. I glare at him and push past him, slamming the door before he could say another word. Oh and did I mention that Jeff Morganstien was gay and a major player, his cat like eyes fixated on me. It made living here hell or more hellish then usual. I had learned the hard way that when foster siblings got involved with each other the foster kids were ripped out of the home and it went in your file forever. Lovely wasn't it? I tried hard to ignore Jeff but he was persistent. And not to mention he was quite attractive, what with a six pack rock hard abs and a few tattoos here and there, Black hair and green cat eyes. I can see why boys fell for him. But even as Jeff's image filled my head another's took his place, Gold like eyes, red curly hair, toothy grins. I shake my head. S**T! I was crushing hard on Oliver Flint. The boy that only four days ago I was saving from Lucas Carver. I step into the shower and jump back as the cold icy water hits me. Damnit Jeff! He used up all the hot water! Typical. I sigh and squirt some shampoo in my hair ,my teeth chattering as I quickly wash my hair and jump out. Putting on the clothes that Allen picked out I laugh when I notice them for the first time. A  red tight fitting V neck that showed off my arms. Boys always told me my arms were my best feature. And my Black Skinny jeans. Oh Allen are you trying to make me look good for Oliver? Hmmm My brother may be shy but he was a sneaky little Devil I'll give him that. I grab Jeff's brush and snicker as I run  it through my wet hair, Hmmmm I need to cut it soon, its almost to my shoulder. My hair knots as I brush it and cursing I search around for a hair tie, Screw it I'll just wear it slightly up. Spying a black hair tie of Karen's I quickly loop it through my hair, leaving it at the nape of my neck. I leave the bathroom and before heading to the kitchen I ran down to the room and grab my ONLY bottle of cologne, Blue polo. I put some on before heading back upstairs. If Allen had gone to all this trouble I might as well put some effort into it. When I enter I snicker when I see Jeff take a double take. HA take that Player who looks good now? I give him my best grin and plop into the seat next to my little brother.

"Here" he says pushing a plate toward me. " I got more then normal and saved you half." He says and I smile ruffling his hair. On the plate was one sausage link, one piece of bacon and some scrabbled eggs with hot sauce. Jeff looks at me, lust filling his cat like eyes making  me shift. Could he be any more obvious?

"Hurry up, I'm dropping you off today, the Kid already missed his bus." he says. Allen rolls his eyes and gets up, getting his backpack and checking to make sure he has everything. Karen looks up from her own plate.

"Oh Kid, I packed you lunch its in the fridge." She says getting up and putting her plate in the sink. Going over to the fridge she pulls out a brown paper back and hands it to Allen. He peers in and I smile as his face lights up he looks at Karen and gives her a smile.

"Comic Brownies! Thanks Karen!" he shouts and stuffs the bag in his backpack. I laugh. My brother had a soft spot for those colorful brownies. Karen looks at me and digging a hand in her pocket she tosses me a twenty. I nod and stuff it in my wallet. She comes over and snatches my plate away dropping it with a clatter into the sink. "Come on Jeff, come on RO we're gunna be late!" Allen whines and heads outside to Jeff's 2004 black Chevy Trailblazer. A beautiful car, but not as amazing as Oliver's not by a long shot. I grab my bag which Allen had so kindly brought up for me and make my way out there, Jeff close behind me.

"Jeff there is this thing as personal space, I suggest you back up and respect mine." I growl as he brushes his front against my backside. He snickers.

"And what are you doing to do if I don't?" He says with smugness. I sigh as anger swells inside me. What I would like to do is spin around and hit him where it hurts. But of course if I do that he would run and tattle to his parents and its Signora Guardianship. I clench my teeth and say nothing, just speed up my walking until I was next to Allen by the car. We wait for him to unlock the car and jump in. "We're  dropping you  off first kid, since you are already going to be late." He says starting the car and backing out of the driveway. I Sigh and wish for the thousandth time that I had an IPod or a better phone, something that I could use to block out this horny a*s. I catch Allen's eye in rearview mirror and he gives me a small smile, understanding what I'm going through. I shrug and turn up the music. Jeff liked country music and the twang of Carrie underwood's voice hits me making me cringe. I was sooo not in the mood to deal with country this early in the morning. I mean don't get me wrong country music was alright but not at this very moment. I quickly turn it down and lean back in my chair, hoping to maybe ignore his advances by sleeping. No such luck. Next thing I know Allen is calling goodbye and jumping out of the car, racing to his school as the late bell rings. A hand on my thigh makes my anger boil over and I whack it off.

"Personal space, Learn to respect it." I growl, my deep voice going deeper and meaner. Jeff just snickers but doesn't try anything again as he drives to the high school. I allow myself a small smile. Cootos to having a deep voice. I lean back and relax as much as I could. My heart kicking up a notch at the thought of seeing Oliver in a few minutes.

Author's Note

Jeff is EVIL