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After another second passes, I realize that I just screamed like I was dying while all five of my big brothers were on the phone. They can't see me, so they probably think I'm being hurt right now.
"Shush, I'm fine." I call out while I walk over to the corner where I threw my phone and pick it up. I turn it over hesitantly. I'm grateful for my otter box case, when I see the screen hasn't cracked. All five of them are pale and look like they just visited death's door step.
"Jeez, guys, you need to take a chill pill." I make fun of them, and they all start screaming at once so that I can't even figure out what any of them are saying.
"Okay, okay, okay! Stop it. I'm fine." I tell them before I look at the step below me and slower than I ever thought possible I squat, scared that somehow, Dr. Draco managed to get a fog horn in here. When nothing goes off, I heave out a sigh of relief.
"Like I said, I have a problem." I reply and everyone Is silent now. Their faces serious and pissed.
"What's the problem?" Eric asks.
"My boss is beating me" I squeal out, and I watch as the rage fills all of their faces.
"No, no, no! Not like that, not physically. Hell, let me start over."
I explained to them the whole ordeal about him basically being a big stick in the mud and because I wanted him to be happier in life I pranked him. Now he's pranking me and winning. By the end of the story, the five of them are either shaking their heads or down right laughing at me.
"Sis, eight times, really. How do you keep falling for that?" Aiden asks.
"The man is fucking Houdini! He must have painted them or something because I don't even know they're there until after. I swear, I'm looking for them. He bought an electronic one to put in the bathroom. I had to change my pants!"
This made them laugh even harder, and I'm beginning to think that maybe my brothers are not the right people for me to call.
"You know, for someone who welshed on a bet, you're doing a lot of laughing over there ... Eric!" I snap out and everyone stops.
"Oh yeah!
"Where the hell is your black and white hair?"
"He didn't welsh." Ivan says in his big brother tone. "He told me about it. He just picked up a new account, he's got four weeks to make them believe he's not a crazy person, and then the clock starts."
"Okay, yeah, don't get fired. You can't come here." Tyson says, and we all laugh.
"Come on, guys, he had help. That's not fair. You're supposed to help me." I whine, pulling out all the babysitter stops.
"You're right, but it's hard because we're not there. " Finn says.
"Well, just give me ideas. Something I can do that's not going to leave long-term damage.”
"There's a shit ton of stuff you can do, but it depends on what kind of person this man is if it's going to work. Putting a hand in the jello won't work because I'm pretty sure he's seen much worse." Aiden says, and I nod.
"Okay, well, he's the chief medical officer, which means he's like the boss' boss' boss. He's very set in his ways, doesn't like change much. He's caring and smart, he's practically a genius, actually. He's observant and sarcastically witty. He..." I stop talking when I realize the line has gone dead silent.
I look back down at the phone and see that all five of them are still there, and I'm not on mute.
"Guys? What's wrong>?" I ask and Ivan is the one to reply.
"You like him."
I scoff at the thought, making it even more pronounced for my brothers, "No, I don't. That's crazy. Sure he's handsome, and despite his best efforts, actually a fun guy, but you all know that I can't ..."
"But you can," Aiden cuts me off. "Nyla, no one appreciates more than the five of us here how much you love your career, and we are all happy that you do, but that doesn't mean you're locked into it. If you found someone that made you happy and wanted to settle down, we'd be happy about that, too. You're allowed to move forward in life." He says, and I open my mouth, shocked not because he was giving me permission, but because he thought I wasn't moving forward in life. I'm always moving forward, every few months I'm moving. Hell, I bought a house specifically designed for moving.
"I move forward, guys." I say softly.
"No, you don't, you run away." Eric says just as soft, cushioning the blow
"Alright, this is getting heavy, our baby sis says he's not the new boyfriend, so now we have to prank the hell out of him." Tyson says, bringing everyone's attention back to the chore at hand. I listen to their suggestions and nod and hmm at the right places, but I'm still thinking about the fact that they think I'm running away from life. Maybe they're right, perhaps it's time I take a bigger interest in romance.
