Love Type Thing I1I Damn Sisters

"We're here!" Brandon sung.

"Finally!" The bus groaned in unison.

He frowned, his hands on his hips. "I'm disappointed in you all. I haven't seen my mommy in seventeen years, I'd think you'd all be a bit more supportive."

"We are Brandon." Ryan smiled, patting him on the back as they left the bus.

I stayed behind, smiling at him. "I'm proud for you. It's not easy seeing them again. Just remember, I'll be there for you. Your little sister's right beside you." He grinned at me, kissing the top of my head. "Ville!" I shouted, skipping off the bus.

"Did she..?" Bam asked as he passed Brandon. A sly smile crossed his face and he winked at Bam, not saying a word.

"Mom, Dad." Brandon said with a smile and pulled Sara closer to him. "I want you to meet my wife, Sara." I waited for him, and waited, and waited. The introduction never came. He ushered Sara inside, giving me a sorry look. I smile softly, shaking my head.

"Well, now that they're gone. To Nani's?" I asked with a clever smirk.

Jess smiled back, holding out a hand for me. We walked hand in hand to the taxi. At the last moment, Bam slid into the car, squishing us together in the tiny backseat. Jess kissed the top of my hand. Bam narrowed his eyes at him and scooted closer to me. This continued the entire ride. I rolled my eyes, climbing over Bam to get out. "I'm not a plaything! Jess, I like you, don't push it. Bam, stop being a jealous dumbass." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm going with Ryan and Ville. Fuck you two. And you better have this figured out when I get back." I pointed at the two of them. "I don't care what you do, but this fighting over me has got to stop. Or neither of you will end up being with me."

I pushed myself off my bed to answer the knock on the door. "Oh, Bam?"

"Uh..hey. I just thought I'd make sure you got in okay. Need any help with anything?" He asked.

"Bam, if you wanted to talk, just say so." I laughed, patting the seat beside me. "We'll talk." His brown eyes found my green ones and locked onto them. They refused to let go, and I couldn't bear to look away. Oh Bam.