Chapter Six: I've Always Wanted a Big Sister

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"Are you sure that we don't need one of those signs to tell someone in the airport we're picking them up?"

"Of course we don't, Jordan," Bennett grumbled.

"Why not?" He whined.

"We have a private plane," he muttered. "There's no one else on the plane and no one else waiting but us."

"Well excuse me Rich-ard," Jordan said, making Bennett tense at the name. "I thought it would be a nice welcome to have that sign waiting for you."

"I will throw you out this car and Declan will help me."

"Gladly," Declan said with a laugh.

Jordan huffed and sank into his seat. "What a waste of cardboard."

"What's even on the sign?" I asked, turning around from my front seat.

Jordan flipped the cardboard and showed that it read:

Mrs. Wallace

I looked at Bennett. "At the next red light, let's throw him out."

"I'd rather do that while the car is still moving," Declan offered.

"I'm not going to make this sign go to waste," Jordan stated. "Someone needs to be Mrs. Wallace."

I felt very awkward in the car for a moment.

"Declan, what do you think? Will you be Mrs. Wallace?"

I couldn't hold back laughing, and even Bennett was fighting back a smile.

Declan looked insulted. "Even if we were, I would keep my name. Have a nice day, Mrs. Lynch."

"So you consider," Jordan accused.

"No, I don't! I was just saying," flustered, he gave up. "Just shut up, you're an idiot."

"I can't believe I ever married you," Jordan huffed. "I want a divorce."

"We were never married!"

"Oh look, we're here," I said. "Ready for your honeymoon?"

"Ha ha, Naomi," Jordan said. "Don't pretend you don't want to be Mrs. Wallace."

"Not as much as Declan."

"Naomi!"

"C'mon, the plane must've landed soon," Bennett said.

Bennett left the car with the valet. He started walking fast and we hurriedly tried to follow. Declan got one of those luggage carriers and offered I ride on them. But Jordan beat me to it and went on top of it. Automatically, Declan turned it over to make Jordan fall down. When Jordan tried getting on the carrier again, Declan just left it and got another one.

"You're so heartless," I teased him. "How can you do that to your newly beloved wife?"

"Stop being so mean, Naomi," Declan muttered, but he still smiled.

There was an awkward silence between us as Jordan passed by riding a smaller luggage carrier like a scooter.

"I'm sorry what happened the other day," he said softly. "It wasn't right for us to do that to you. But at the same time, it was kind of like the burden was off our shoulder. We didn't have to stop pretending. It was getting kinda tiring already."

I blushed at having to talk about this. "No, you don't have to apologize, Declan. I can't really do anything with it though except, well, question your taste in women."

"I have great taste," Declan said, insulted. "I love food."

"You know what I meant."

"Well the same goes for you," he said. "I should question your taste."

We suddenly heard a crash. Apparently, Jordan ran the carrier into a trash bin and it knocked all of its contents out.

"I do too," I muttered.

Before the airport security could find us, we all hurried after Bennett who was doing his best to pretend that he didn't know us.

"Jordan," he called out as he looked at his phone.

"Yeah man?"

"You're on a time out when we head back to base."

"Damn..."

One of the airport staff suddenly came up to Bennett. They talked for a bit before he started leading us the way.

"He's showing us the way to the private hangar where we'll pick her up," Bennett explained.

"Where I'll pick her up," Jordan corrected, receiving a punch on the shoulder from Bennett.

We were finally led to the hangar. I was able to see planes moving across the field whether they just arrived or about to depart. It was a bit chilly with the air coming into the open hangar. Bennett was for once showing a visible emotion of impatience and worry. It was almost amusing seeing him act like this.

But because of how he was acting, I began to feel a bit nervous.

"What's she like?"

"I don't know," Jordan said wistfully. "I've only heard stories."

"You've never met her?"

"Sadly," Declan admitted, but there was a long pause from us afterward. "What? Jordan can say things but not me?"

"We just want you to know Naomi," Jordan told me. "There's a bro code in this. Never date your bro's sister."

Bennett glared at them. "And yet you say all of those things."

"It doesn't mean we can't appreciate the beauty of genetics bestowed on her," Jordan defended.

Declan nodded in agreement.

"I just can't wait until she leaves," Bennett said. "So she'll be away from you guys."

"Bennett, you've never said. What is she like?"

Bennett paused for a moment.

"She's... a storm."

I was startled by the description.

"She's loud, scary, and always leaves a path of destruction behind," he finished.

"Oh ok."

"Don't be intimidated by her. But no one can blame you if you are."

"The intimidator becomes the intimidated," Jordan mused.

"I doubt you'd still be like this when you meet her," Bennett retorted.

As he said that, the plane rolled into the hangar. Once it stopped, the staircase was set in place and the door open. A lady appeared at the doorway and began to descend from the stairs. Each click of the high heels seemed to fill the room, making us tense each time we heard it. When she finally stepped onto solid ground, she took off her sunglasses and handed it to her attendant.

She really was a storm. You could see it ran in the family. She was stunning with long black hair and pale blue eyes. So pretty, it was only admirable, if not envious. I was glad at what Bennett told me earlier because I was intimidated.

Jordan pathetically held his sign but she didn't pay any attention to it. When Jordan and Declan took a step to try greeting her, she walked right past them and towards Bennett.

"Well if it isn't my favorite little brother," she said with a smile.

"You probably say that to Bentley when he picks you up," Bennett muttered.

She pulled him into a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"But don't tell him that you're actually my favorite."

"You probably say that too."

She let go and pouted. "Is that any way to greet me after all these months?"

He hugged her, smiling. "I miss you too."

"Don't spill any of your tears on my outfit," she exclaimed. "They're not even in stores yet."

"As if you ever cared about that sort of thing," he told her.

"Yes, but it's still fun saying it," she said. "Now, where is she..."

Her eyes landed on me.

"Ah so this is the girl?" She asked Bennett, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

"Naomi..."

"Yes! Naomi, of course," she said as she walked up to be and circled around me, studying.

When she faced me once more, her eyes widened. "Where are my manners? I apologize for my rudeness, but I'm quite excited."

"My name is Brennan, Bennett's sister," she introduced. "And no need to introduce yourself, I've heard all about you."

She gave her brother a knowing look making him return her a glare.

"Look at her, she's adorable," she said, twirling my hair. "She's just like a doll. But not like a Barbie doll, that would be an insult. Like a handmade one, made with care."

She turned to all of the guys, finally acknowledging Jordan and Declan's existence.

"So which one of you cares for this little doll?"

All of them froze, not knowing how to respond. There was a long silence when Brennan finally understood.

"How pitiful."

They all jumped at the insult.

"I think that's a bit harsh..." I began.

"How dare they play you like this," she said, tsking them. "Toying with a girl's heart is a cruel thing to do. You're wasting your time with them, especially with my idiot of a brother."

"Brennan..."

She looked at me. "Naomi, I have plenty of connections. How about we play a game? Pick a model, any model. Then I can give him your number."

"I don't want to play that game," I said, a bit scared of that.

"Her number?" She asked.

"No, really, it's fine," I insisted.

"You'll change your mind eventually," she sighed. "Now that pleasantries are out of the way-"

"Ah but it hasn't milady," Jordan cut in as he appeared in front of her. "Jordan-"

"-Wallace," she finished. "Yes, my brother has told me all about you."

"Good things I hope," he squeaked.

"You should," she said.

Bennett coughed at that.

Declan stepped up. "And I'm Declan Lynch."

She smiled. "He has talked about you too. You must let me hear that voice of yours."

Declan's cheeks flared and he whipped to Bennett. "You told her about that?" He demanded.

"It was a conversation starter," Bennett said with mocked innocence.

"Does she know about my art?" Jordan asked him.

"Ah yes," Brennan said. "Isn't your art a crime without a permit?"

"I'll help myself out now..." Jordan said quietly.

Brennan laughed. "Oh, I was just teasing. Benny told me to if I wanted to have a good laugh."

"Benny, you said?" Jordan asked with a grin.

"If you ever call me that, I'll break your jaw so that'll be the last thing you'll ever say," he threatened.

"You shouldn't be so rude to your friends with your cute little nickname," Brennan scolded. "Especially in front of poor Naomi here."

"You don't have to baby me," I said, embarrassed.

Brennan gave me a sad look. "I'm sorry for being like that. But neither of my brothers will let me act like the loving big sister I am. And I've always wanted a little sister."

I was so moved, I felt a river of tears streaming from my face. "I've always wanted a big sister."

"Wow, Bent," Declan said. "You just got sibling-zoned."

Bennett glared at him. "I thought you were better than saying something Jordan would."

"But I'm so proud that you did," Jordan said with a sniffle.

"Benny, I'm so tired," Brennan complained. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah," he said. "I already set up the guest room at my place."

"S-She's going to live with you?" Jordan sputtered.

Bennett picked up one of her bags. "Of course, but it's not like I have any say in it. Sometimes she lives in the main house and other times she stays with me. She does she wants and we let her. "

Jordan cleared his throat. "So we're-"

"Not stepping foot in my house as long as she's staying with me," Bennett said.

Brennan put her arm over her brother's shoulder. "You're so cute when you become so protective. But I can clearly take care of myself."

"It's not you I'm protecting," Bennett told her. "I'm protecting him from you."

"Now that's just mean," she said. "I don't bite."

"Please do," Jordan whispered just as Bennett shoved his face away.

"Maybe I'm also protecting you from this person I call my friend."

"Aw, you called me your friend."

"Acquaintance."

"Fine."

"I'll help you carry your things," Declan offered, easily picking up two cases of her luggage.

"Oh you didn't have to sweetie," Brennan said with a smile. "But thank you so much."

"I can carry more to make it easier," he said.

"I can carry more than he can," Jordan exclaimed.

He went to pick up a duffel but could barely make it budge.

"What's in this thing? Bricks?" He paused for a moment and asked quietly, "Lingerie?"

Bennett smacked him with a bag.

Brennan nudged the bag with her shoe. "They're just my high heels. Please be careful with them. They cost more than your life."

Jordan forced a laugh. "But man, they're so heavy."

Brennan looked at Jordan, smiling innocently. "Didn't you say you'll carry them?"

On the way back to the car, Jordan struggled with the bag the entire time. But it took a while to actually make it to the car because people kept on stopping Brennan for pictures or for her number. Bennett, being quite the protective brother or just being really annoyed, chased them away.

When we finally arrived at the car, I was about to offer Brennan my seat at shotgun.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "You can keep your seat because I'm driving."

"I don't want you to get hurt..." Bennett muttered.

"I began driving before you baby brother," she snapped.

"I was talking to my car," he told her.

"You're sitting in the middle between your friends because of that," she huffed.

The car ride back was silent except for Brennan's talking and Bennett's mumbling at how demeaning for him to sit in the middle backseat of his own car. Brennan made me promise her that I'll take her to all the sights in town. Although that will be quite difficult since there isn't much to see, she promised me it'll be fun with her. When Jordan offered to come along, she changed it into a different subject.

I couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the guys, specifically Jordan and Declan. I also began to wonder why they were acting like it. Maybe it was their own attempt to try to make things go back to normal, to put me at ease. Either way, it's not doing any good for Bennett who looks like he'd want to open both doors of the car and push them off. Then at least he'd have the backseat to himself. I glanced back to see the status of things, and he caught me looking making me turn forward again. I heard Brennan snicker, but when I looked at her, her eyes were on the road.

We were in a middle of a storm.





I wish I can post faster, but now I'm caught up in college applications. Can you believe it? I'll become a senior. I began this series when I was in middle school.

How time seems to pass by.

There's a lot of things I have for this story. I have the plot ready. I just want to tell you guys everything, what will happen. But sadly, you'll need to wait one chapter at a time. Just as I have to write it one chapter at a time. I dread it as well simply because I can't wait to write them, just as much as you can't wait to read them.

Thank you for staying with me. Love you all.


Rubix

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