“What about her recital tomorrow—”
“We’re home motherfuck–Party people!” Jace’s loud voice booms from the foyer followed by a loud crashing and small expletives from Alec.
“Would it kill you to move out the doorway? People have shit to do, Heart!” he shouts.
“Well if you’d been paying attention, you’d see the God-like ass standing in front of you, Tu.” Jace retorts, waltzing into the living room where the rest of us are. He runs a hand through his blonde waves, smiling wildly as his eyes land on Deli.
“CUPID!” she yells as she jumps into his arms.
Jace scoops up Delilah with a spin. “Hello little sunshine, have you caused any mayhem today?”
“Not yet…” She pouts.
“Well, let’s cause some! As your favorite uncle, I declare today—”
“That’s enough.” Derek sighs, plucking his daughter from Jace.
“Oh, shut up.” Alec waves Jace off.
“Who lied to you? I’m obviously the favorite.” I scoff.
Jace simply rolls his eyes at the three of us, plopping down on our large brown couch. He lays back as if he’s about to take a nap but quickly opens his eyes widely, resembling a crazed man. His light green eyes are wicked as he looks around the room. “Back to our debate from earlier, Tu Tu. I think the guys know thetrueanswer.” He smirks.
“Who do you think will get the most numbers, Alec or me?” Jace asks.
Alec sighs exasperatedly throwing his arms in the air clearly annoyed with this topic. “For the fortieth time, I like D-I-C-K. Not P-U-S-S-Y. But I’m more than sure that I could get a girl's number quicker than you can.” Alec shrugs.
“Hush and let the others answer.” Jace rolls his eyes, gesturing for one of us to continue. Unlike Braxton and Charlie who love to debate with the two idiots, Derek and I would rather not. So while those four go at it, I sidle up to the father-daughter duo.
“What time’s the recital again? I got to make sure my ‘#1 uncle’ shirt is pressed and ready,” I say, sticking my tongue out at Delilah as she pokes her body up between her dad’s legs.
Derek frowns. I know he’s annoyed with us asking about Delilah’s first ballet recital. He’d been more nervous than Deli for her to perform. “It's at 5:00, please don’t be late,” he says, running a hand through Deli’s curls.
“When am I ever—”
“Last week, at move-in.” Jace shrugs.
“Yesterday for lunch,” Alec quips.
“At last year's banquet.” Braxton sighs.
Charlie laughs probably the loudest I’ve ever heard him. “You were late to your own surprise party whichyouplanned!” he guffaws I can feel my cheeks redden at the memory of being late to my own birthday two weeks ago.
I’d never had a surprise party before, and I didn’t want my first ever one to be horrible, so I planned it. As for being late, my dear sister Juliette is to blame. She’d broken the internet with a photo of her and her ex-boyfriend, Carsin, in front of where we’d had our family dinner. Thus, resulting in us being surrounded by screaming fans and paparazzi. If I ever do become “famous”, I hope it’s never to that extent. I get hives just thinking about it.
“Well fine…but I won’t ever be late for something like that. Trust me.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it, Wilder,” Derek chuckles though his smile turns upside down with a quickness. I watch him curiously as he jumps up from Deli’s small tea chair, the chair sticks to his butt as he looks around theroom frantically.
“Deli go get your shoes on, we’re late to meet your sitter!” Derek practically shouts, detaching himself from the chair as Delilah giggles running to the foyer with Derek in tow.
Seeing that reminds me of just how much I want to be a dad. I want to be the guy that chases his daughter around with little teacups and plastic tiaras and to have someone look at me as if I hung the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the universe. It’ll be my reality someday; unfortunately, today is not that day. Someone’ll love me soon just like that and I can’t wait. Well… I can but—ugh.
You know what I mean.
Anyways…
“So, what was Chelsea doing here? Iknowyou didn’t fuck her.” Braxton chuckles, successfully stealing my peace at the reminder of Chelsea Myrtle and her god-awfulpinkphone. Who in the world needsa bright pink phone?
