Double update cause why not.

How y'all feeling about the last chapter?

"Oh, they want me in a casket. Can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch."

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"Don't forget to move this finger to play the chord," I instructed my younger sister. 

Marianna nodded and strummed a C chord perfectly. I smiled proudly, clapping for her quick learning. Mari always told me she wanted to learn how to play the guitar, so instead of partying all spring break, I decided to use my free time to teach her. She's pretty much a natural. We've been practicing for almost two hours and I've already taught her how to play "Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars. 

"It's my turn to use the living room," Angel announced as he walked in with a video game in hand. 

"We're still practicing," I say, brushing him off. 

He shrugs. "Well, practice is over." he walks over to Marianna and snatches the guitar from her hands. 

"Give it back!" she shouts. 

"Go play somewhere else!" he shouts back. 

I tense at the sight of Angel waving my instrument around like it's so kind of toy. I quickly get up and try to take it from him but he pulls it away. 

"Give me my guitar," I say sternly. 

He looks me up and down. "No." 

I inhale, trying to keep my cool so I don't rip his head off. I'll never understand why little brothers have to be so annoying all the time. There isn't one day where I don't argue with him about something. 

"Quit being a brat and give me my guitar," I ordered. "It's not a toy."

"I'll give it to you if you let me have the living room." 

My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. "Go play your stupid games in your room. You have a TV in there, remember?" 

"Mom took it, remember?" he mocked. 

"Maybe you would still have a TV if you didn't torment Marianna every day." I sassed.

Angel shot me a glare before moving to hold my guitar above his head. My eyes go wide once I realize what he's about to do. "I'll throw it." he threatened.

"Are you crazy! Do you know how much that thing costs?" I yell, stepping towards him.

"Another step and I'll throw it!" he shouts.

That's it. I'm gonna kill him.

I glance over at Marianna who is quietly moving behind him. We mentally come up with a plan to get my guitar from the devil in a child's body. I take another step closer and Angel holds the guitar up higher, preparing to throw it. The moment I go to take another step Marianna snatches the instrument from Angel's hands before he can destroy it. His eyes go wide as I charge at him and tackle him to the ground. 

He tries to fight me off but it's no use. I end up flipping him over so I can sit on his back, trapping him under all of my weight. 

"Get off me fatass!" he yells, struggling to set himself free. 

"I hope you're comfortable cause we're staying like this all night." I chuckle. 

"Marianna!" he cries for help. 

She laughs and joins me in sitting on top of our brother, making him feel more pain. We sit there victorious as the doorbell rings, neither of us getting up to answer it since that can risk setting Angel free. 

It rings again, this time followed by a frantic knock. 

"¡Ve a buscar la puerta!" Mom shouts from upstairs. 

"¡Es probablemente una vende persona!" I shout back.

Marianna raises a brow. "What sells person comes to houses this late in the night?" she asks.

I shrug as the doorbell rings again. 

"Let me up and I'll get it," Angel pleads. "I'm suffocating."

"Good," I say. 

"¡Ve por la puerta!" Mom yells again, this time angrier. 

I let out a huff as I get off of Angel and stand to go answer the door. He pushes off Marianna with ease and is sadly freed from our weight.

The doorbell rings again, starting to annoy everyone in the house. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," I mutter to myself. 

I open the door to find Isaiah standing in front of me with tears in his eyes. The moment we make eye contact he breaks down and pulls me into a tight hug. 

"Hey, babe what's wrong? What happened?" I ask softly, holding onto him tightly. 

"I did it," he mumbled into my shirt. 

"What are you talk—" I cut myself off, realizing what had happened. "Oh."

I pulled away from the embrace so I could look at him. I moved my hands to cradle his face so I can wipe away his tears with my thumbs. I've never seen him cry before. He winced when I moved my thumb across his right eye. I studied his face closely, feeling my stomach drop when I put two and two together. 

"Fuck. Your dad did this to you?" I asked, turning his face so I can get a better look. 

"He's not my dad no more," Isaiah says flatly, tears still streaming down his face. "They kicked me out Amour. They don't love me." 

"I love you," I comfort. "I love you so fucking much and you don't deserve any of this. Saiah you are amazing at anything you do. You're gonna go far in life, whether it's for basketball or photography or whatever."

"Why am I like this?" he asked, his voice cracking. "I don't understand why he made me like this if everyone hates me for it." 

Every word that came out of Isaiah's mouth brought me back to the day I came out to my parents. I felt the same way, wanting to know how everything could go wrong when I didn't even ask to be made like this.

The difference is I didn't have a light at the end of my tunnel until five months ago. Isaiah has always been my light, so it's time for me to step up and be his. 

"I know it hurts right now, but trust me when I say that they'll come around. They still love you, I still love you, Sarai still loves you, and Reese and Drake still love you," I give him a sad smile before pressing our foreheads together. "You have such a big future ahead of you. Don't let anyone, even your parents, dim your light. You're perfect the way you are."

Isaiah sniffles and pulls me into another tight hug. "Thank you," he whispers. 

"You don't have to thank me," I say pulling away. "It's my turn to take care of you." 

"Would your parents mind if I stay for the night?" he asks quietly. 

I grab ahold of his hand. "You can stay for as long as you need." 

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By the time we got Isaiah all settled in, it was almost eleven. 

My parents decided that it would be best for them to talk to Isaiah alone about the whole coming out situation from a parents point of view. Even if I wasn't apart of the conversation I still eavesdropped. It was nice to know how supportive they were being, they said he could stay for as long as he needed and if he ever wanted to talk about anything they were there. 

For tonight, he's gonna sleep in my room since the guest room isn't completely ready, but Dad made it clear that starting tomorrow we have to sleep in separate rooms. 

I guess he has a point but I'm almost eighteen and it's not like I haven't done anything before. The farthest we've ever gone is mouth stuff and Isaiah's always been on the receiving end. I don't think he's ready for anything besides that. 

Isaiah and I sat on the edge of my bed while my parents lectured us on the rules of the house and the rules of the bedroom. 

"Remember, curfew is at eleven for you two and nine for the twins," Mom informed. "If Angel isn't home then call us so we can take care of it." 

"I would say no touching at all, but your mother thinks that's too strict so no touching while we're in the house," Dad adds, squinting at Isaiah. 

"Oh!" Mom chirps. "I almost forgot. We're taking the twins to San Jose for three days in a couple of weeks. I don't know if you'll still be staying here by then Isaiah, but if you do anything remember to use a condom." 

"Mami!" I say embarrassed. "We're good, you guys can go now." 

She chuckled. "Fine, but don't get too handsy tonight." 

I groaned as they moved to leave my room. "Goodnight, I hope you start to feel better, Isaiah," Dad says before walking out and closing the door.

I let out a relieved sigh. "They're acting like you've never slept over before," I say shaking my head. 

"They're just protective over you," Isaiah shrugs. "I would be too." 

"I guess. Do you wanna head to bed? I bet it's been a long day." 

Isaiah sighs. "Yeah, the sooner today is over the better." 

I give him a soft smile before getting up and slipping off my shirt and sweats, leaving me in nothing but my red briefs with hearts covering them. Isaiah's gaze trails down from my face to my underwear.

"Cute." was all he said. 

"If I knew you coming over I would've put on nicer ones." 

"I like them," he says as he pulls off his shirt. "They make your butt look nice."

I send him a wink as I walk back over to my bed. I get the right side and Isaiah takes the left. We move so we can face each other, Isaiah's eyes are glossy when they meet mine. 

"Tomorrow will be better," I tell him. 

"I know," he says softly. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smile, moving to kiss the tip of his nose. 

Isaiah chuckles. "Come closer," he says. 

I follow his instructions and wiggle closer to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to where I can rest my head on his chest. His warmth gives me a sense of comfort that makes it easy to drift off to sleep. 

"Goodnight," he whispers. 

 "Goodnight," I reply, closing my eyes. 

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Isaiah's POV

The sun peaked through Amour's red curtains, waking me from my sleep. 

It took me a second to realize I wasn't in my small twin sized bed at my own house but instead laying in Amour's queen bed in his home. Momma wasn't yelling at me to get up from downstairs and Sarai wasn't in the room next door. I miss them.

There was just something about waking up in your own bed that I missed after being away for barely one day. The only good thing about this is being able to wake up next to Amour. We had switched positions at some point in the night to where we were facing the same direction. My left arm was wrapped around him and my chest was pressed up against his back.

His mouth was slightly parted open, letting small snores escape. I could feel the smile forming on my face, he's adorable. I slowly tried to remove my arm so I could turn over and grab my phone from the nightstand without waking him. 

He groaned when I scooted back from him, mumbling something incoherent. 

"I didn't mean to wake you up," I whispered, sitting up and resting my back on the headboard. "Go back to sleep."

"Come back you're warm." Amour mumbles. 

"Hold on lemme check my phone." I chuckle. 

I have four missed calls from Reese and a bunch of texts from her and Drake. The time at the top of the screen reads 7:03 a.m, I know they're not up since it's spring break but I shoot them a text anyway, letting them know I'm okay.

"Babe..." Amour drags out. "Hold me."

I playfully shake my head and go back to spooning Amour, who hasn't moved at all. I wrap my arms back around him and he intertwines our fingers.  

"How did you sleep?" I ask quietly.

"Good," he replies, his eyes still closed. "Did you sleep okay?"

I shrug. "It could've been better, but you know." 

"Do you wanna do something today? To get your mind off of it." Amour offers, sounding more awake. 

"Like what?"

He turns so he could look at me, our faces inches apart. "We can go to the park or go out to eat or maybe go to the drive-in later on." 

"I'd like that." I smile. 

There was a brush of silence that came over us as we looked at each other. It wasn't awkward or tense at all, it was comfortable, almost peaceful. I studied all the small features on his face that I hadn't noticed. Everything about him fit perfectly into place, I don't think there was one part of him that I didn't like. 

"What are you staring at? Are my eyes crusty?" Amour asks, wiping his face.

"No, you're just...pretty." 

He squints. "I am not pretty. I'm manly." 

"I don't know if manly is the right word." I laugh. 

He looked offended. "I can be manly!" he defended. 

"You're cute." 

"I'm tough." he furrows his brows. 

"You're beautiful." 

"I'm gonna grow a beard." Amour declares. "That'll show you how manly I am."

"You couldn't  grow a beard if you tried." I chuckle. 

"Neither can you," he shoots back. "All you got is whiskers."

"Wanna bet?" I ask. 

Amour thinks for a moment before responding. "Nah, I'll look ugly with a beard and all you'll grow is a pedo stache. Plus I like my men clean-shaven," he states.

"Really?" I raise a brow.

"It's easier to kiss you," he shrugs. "I don't wanna go hunting through a forest of hair to find my mans lips."

I let out a small laugh before attempting to pull him into a kiss, I give him a look when he backs away.

"Wait! I have morning breath! Give me two minutes!" Amour blurts, jumping out of the bed and running out the bedroom towards the bathroom. 

I sit up and playfully shake my head at the sight of Amour running off in his underwear. 

Maybe things aren't so bad.

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What do y'all think about Isaiah moving in with Amour?

How do you feel about Isaiah's parents? (Imma explain what's going on with his mom later on)

Opinions on Amour's family? (The Arreaga's)